Dominic "Dom" Irving
Dominic towers over other kids his height at six-foot-nine. He is the tallest of kids his age and it works out just perfectly for him as an athlete. He is built of solid muscle and is what others would describe as "ripped". Another distinguished feature about him is his large weight compared to how lean he is. He has so much muscle mass that he weighs in at two-hundred and forty pounds.
Dom's skin is a lightly tanned tone that matches well with his light brown hair. His hair falls down to about his neck and can be described as a shaggy style. His eyes are a dark green color and many girls have said they find them to be very attractive. Most people wouldn't describe him as a ladie's man but, many girls have been drawn to him because of physical attraction.
During the summer season Dominic can be seen wearing a "bro-tank" paired with some light tan khaki shorts. When the season's start to turn to a colder weather, he rocks a pair of khaki pants and a crimson sweater with a dress shirt underneath. As for his attire during sports, he likes to pull back his hair in a ponytail when he is participating in athletics. Dom doesn't mind his robotic legs and doesn't hesitate to show them off. He prefers to keep them uncovered but during the winter when it is below freezing, his legs can start to disfunction.
Born in Glasgow, Scotland, Dom grew up in the slums of the city with his mother, father, and two brothers. The family was often thrown from their homes because of their lack of money and inability to pay the bills that they owed. They would shelter in the streets and often be starving from lack of food. From a young age, Dominic was an exceptionally talented athlete and he learned many sports and loved them all. He soon became a star athlete on the playground but, was never able to play organized sports because of his family's lack of money. The government soon became aware of the family's situation and since they were unable to support the three boys they went up for adoption.
At age six Dominic was officially adopted into the home of the Ninneman's in Riverdale, Georgia. Emotionally scarred from being pulled away from his family, Dom grew to be a withdrawn and anti-social individual. Riverdale was better than being homeless but, not by much. He was enrolled in a public school where he was bullied for his accent and for his white skin. In that city, the blacks were plenty but, Dom was the only caucasian in the area. His new parents supported him though and tried to get him to come out of his shell. To do this they enrolled him in a football camp just to make some friends. There even without knowing the game, Dom excelled in all aspects of the game.
Dominic finally found something that he loved and that wouldn't leave him. Something that he could use to run away from his troubles, something that he wouldn't lose. As Dominic kept growing, his athletic prowess also grew. He started basketball, baseball, track, and soccer. Now he could finally use his skills to assist a real team and he led all his teams to a state championship at the age of 9. By that time the kids at school loved him. They now longer mocked Dom or called him names. Instead they praised him for his athletic abilities and said that the very things they mocked were what was unique and nice about him.
Now Dom had all that he had ever asked for, a loving family, friends that cared for him, and the one thing that he loved the most... sports. At age fourteen Dominic was completely dominating the sports scene. He was only a freshman, yet he made varsity squads on all the sports he played. Dom was already being heavily recruited by college teams all around the nation. He was invited for interviews on the news and even to late night shows. He was the talk of the nation, a boy raised in the slums of Scotland who came to the streets of Georgia was now one of the greatest athletes in the nation. Everyone knew him in Basketball because of his sick handles. Everyone knew him in Baseball for his ability to stroke the ball. Everyone knew him in track for his burning speed. Everyone knew him in Football as the man with the golden arm and crazy jukes. He was living the good life, and he knew it. But he always remembered his roots and stayed humble.
Even though he was getting so much attention from the media he couldn't escape the horrors of the city he lived in. Dom's parents were extremely strict about his habits out of the house and they made him stay inside the house after dark no matter the situation. That is, except one exception. It was the football game to determine who would be going to the state championship and was now in Triple Overtime. Both of Dom's parents would have given up almost anything to stay but, they both had night shift jobs that they had to attend. The game lasted until one in the morning with, Dominic's team coming on top. He celebrated with his team and with his house being close by the team's football field he turned down all the ride offers that he had recieved and decided to walk the mile home.
Was it fate that day? Was it just coincidence? Maybe it was karma... but what for? The thoughts all raced through the head of the sixteen year old boy as he lay on the sidewalk, soaked in his own blood. One leg that had just ran into the endzone for the game winning touchdown was now across the street from where Dominic was. The arm that had been used for throwing those deadly curve balls hung by a thread of muscle. When he had been walking home he had heard some distant gunshots. It was just another gang fight elsewhere, he had thought and kept on his trek home. Then skidding around a corner came an escalade packed full of men screaming and hollering. Dom just put his head down and pretended not to notice. But seconds after, another car also filled with people came down the same corner. They started firing away at the first car and the first car started firing back. Dom just ducked as soon as he heard the gunshots. He lay on the ground, hands on his head waiting for the two cars to pass by. As soon as they did, he scurried up to his feet and used that famous speed of his to get home as quick as possible. He neared the Ninneman household but, just as soon as he crossed the street to enter his home a car came speeding down the road. It was the same car that had been involved in the shooting earlier and there was another car coming in hot behind it. Don ran as fast as he could but a bullet caught his leg. He fell in the middle of the street. A shot gun blast hit him in the arm. The cars kept coming. One bump. Two bumps. Three. Four.
Tears rolled down his face as he began to accept his inevitable fate. His eyes closed while he whimpered quietly due to the indescribable amounts of pain that he was going through. Then slowly the most unimaginable pain overtook his body. The whimpering turned to screams of agony. Dom looked down to the most grotesque and astonishing sight he had ever layed eyes on. From the bloody stump that was his thigh a new bone began slowly forming from the broken remains of his femur. The same happened with his arm and as these new bones formed, layers of muscle and skin began to develop. The pain was unbearable and the sight sickening, but he couldn't pull his eyes away. In almost under five minutes, an entirely new leg and arm had replaced where the lost limbs had been. In shock the teenage boy slowly tried to get up and much to his bewilderment it was if they were just his normal appendages. Dom couldn't even react, much less think straight, but his legs carried him to his front door where he walked in and passed out on the couch.
He was shaken from his sleep by the screams of his mother. She grasped him and shook him asking him where the hurt was and then dropping him to rush to the phone to dial 911. Dom assured her that he was fine, but looked down to find his clothes torn and covered in dried blood. Remembering the night before he also began to panic, but calmed himself as much as he could for his mom. She insisted on calling a doctor and as much as he would have loved to refuse he wanted to know what had happened himself. He was rushed to an urgent care center as he had no real wounds. They checked him over, but found nothing. Dominic was absolutely perplexed, as was his mother. She demanded to know what had happened and even though he knew she wouldn't believe him he told her the truth. She slapped him on the back of the head and demanded the real story. He insisted that he had truly grown back his arm and leg, but she just shook her head in silence.
Dom went on with his regular life after that day, but it always nagged at him inside. The horrid image of his body regrowing had burned it'self into his mind. He had kept insisting to his parents that his story was true, but they laughed it off every time. Finally as a young, rash, teenage boy would do he became frustrated with them and decided that he needed to show them so that they would believe. During dinner one night he stood up and grabbed a huge cleaver from the kitchen. His family looked at him wondering what he was about to do. He lifted the huge blade up and slammed it down on his finger.
He screamed in pain and his parents screamed in confusion and fear for their son. Blood spilled out onto the table as the cleaver had cut cleanly through the bone. Once again a fresh bone began to protrude from the severed finger. Tears running down his face Dominic tried to make a confident grin towards his parents. "See I told you." They were horrified that their son was some sort of super human, but still treated him the same after some time had passed. The rule in the house was to never speak of it. That was the case until about half a year later a letter arrived in the mail addressed to Dom. And so with that golden sealed envelope, the Ninneman's star athlete was on his way back to Europe.
Explanation & Limitations: Dom can mend his body from wounds that range from small scratches up to severed limbs. However to do such, he must have a certain amount of adrenaline flowing, but if one's arm is cut off there is most likely enough adrenaline pumping through their veins. Also, if a vital organ were to be harmed his body would not be able to heal it'self and he would succumb to his injury. He receives immense amounts of pain when his body does regenerate and cannot control the ability himself.
Room Number: 6
