Name: Dominic Harris

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Appearance: 
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He is about six foot four inches tall

Ethnic: American Caucasian

Personality: Dominics personality is a bit of a mixing pot of stuff. Take three parts headstrong with a dash of stubborn, mix it in with a large tablespoon of self motivated and spread evenly over a sheet of short temper. Bake the ingredients in an oven of fighter's spirit until it gets tired of waiting around and busts out on its own. The finished product will be Dominic, a young man who only whats to do what he can while he has the ability to do it. 

Background/History: There isn't much said by Dominic about his past, as he doesn't necessarily find a reason to bring it up. If anyone was lucky enough to earn his trust however, they would learn just how humble his beginnings were;

Dominic was born into a poor household where his parents had to work double sometimes even triple shifts just to try and make the mortgage. Dominic did everything he could to help, but his parents told him that they would rather see him make it through school than work a job. His below second class home didn't make his social life any easier, people seeing him as no fun since he couldn't ever really go out anywhere. This meant he would spend a majority of his time after school wandering around his small town, trying to find something to do to keep his young mind occupied. One day as he was walking, a group of about four or five boys from his school followed him, yelling jeers at him and berating him for being a "no class citizen". He tried running from them, and they gave chase, cornering him in the local junkyard where they proceeded to mug him, calling him no good trash and that this dump was his real home. They left him bleeding and crying, curled up as it began to rain, cursing himself for not being strong enough to fight them. Whether it was fate or sheer dumb luck, a gem within the garbage caught his eye, an old training bag that was in surprisingly good condition. That afternoon he carried that bag all the way to his home, where his dad helped him find a place to hang it up. From the day he landed his first hit on that bag, Dominic swore to himself he would no longer let himself be seen as weak, that just because he came from humble beginnings, he could come out on top of any challenge thrown at him. Upon his arrival to Aurora, he set out to make his new beginning, his best. 

Goal/Desires: To truly feel he has shown the world that it doesn't matter where you came from to be the best. 

Powers: Power over the element Earth: The only thing as stubborn and hard to move as Dominic would have to be a boulder. He can utilize the earth to aid in his physical abilities, helping him greatly in a fight. His affinity with the element only improves every time he trains. His power lies in his will and emotions, the stronger he feels, the stronger he becomes. But with power comes the know how to control it. As of now, he does not know the full extent of his power, or if earth is even the only element he can control. The most he can do at the moment is raising stones to attack or defend, and form stone gauntlets over his arms to aid in fights.

Enhanced strength and durability: His will aids in more than just his elemental abilities, as he also possesses near superhuman strength, capable of lifting up to the weight of a small car (roughly a ton give or take). On top of that, he physical body is better suited to the physical punishment of fighting, though he  must be careful as he can still suffer broken bones and many other injuries, he isnt indestructible.
 
Equipment/Inventory: A hunting knife given to him by his dad, the clothes on his back, and his favorite pair of training gloves.