Name: Dominic “Dom” Fiore

Age: 17

Alias: Flux

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation:  Heterosexual

Appearance: Dom stands at an even six feet. He has blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Physically, he is very muscularly toned. He is slightly more built than what would be considered average for his age, but not in an obscene way. He maintains himself very seriously and diets and exercises to make sure he always stays in top form. He fancies himself as something of a ladies man, albeit a closet one, so he tends to leave his hair long enough to style and wears a lot of form fitting clothes and expensive jeans and shoes.

Personality: Dom is a paradox. Externally, he exudes an air of uncaring. Dom tries his hardest to make it seem like he's not trying at all. He is very intelligent and very adaptable to situations, however he tends to lack common sense. Dom dislikes being the center of attention, but loves to be admired from afar.
Internally, Dom craves for attention. Being alone and poor for most of his life, luxuries and attention are what Dom seeks from everyone around him. While this is what he wants, and he can usually get away with it when the person is shallow enough, he probably wouldn't know what to do if someone with depth gave him a challenge. But, in the end, maybe it's a challenge that he needs.

Powers/Abilities/Mutant Enhancements:
+Can manipulate gravity to varying degrees for a variety of effects
+He can only reliably intensify gravity on the surface of his body and somewhat push it outwards, greatly enhancing his physical combat.
+Has the potential to manipulate gravity from a distance, either diminishing its effects or intensifying it. However, now he can only dissipate gravity in a small zone in front of him.
+Street trained MMA fighter. Extremely brutal in hand to hand combat.

Weaknesses:
-Since he is almost exclusively a martial arts fighter any long range powers cripple him if he cannot close the distance between him and his opponent.
-Dom does not like to use his powers in a way that does not augment his combat skills as it leaves him physically exhausted to the point of fainting even with the slightest attempt.

Alliance: Uncaring of his affinity, he does what will most benefit him. Tends to stay with whomever will value him the most.

History: Dom grew up in a Chicago orphanage, not knowing where he came from or who his parents are. When he was very young, he cared about such things, but now he doesn't even give this a second thought. As far as he's concerned Dom does not need nor want any family. At the age of seven he was adopted by Maria and Sal Fiore. They were nice enough, and gave Dom everything he needed. However, he never truly felt like they really cared about him.
Once he was in school, Dom took an interest in martial arts, and the Fiore's enrolled him in the most intensive Mixed Martial Arts programs that they could all around the city. He competed and almost always won his competitions. When he was fourteen he was at a local tournament when the other boys in the competition thought they might be able to win if they make him lose focus during his fight. They began heckling him from the sidelines during his fight calling him an orphan loser, and that nobody loves him, and you don't have a real mom and dad. In anger, Dom struck his opponent with a hard straight to his sternum and gravity fluxed and intensified to such a degree the force broke it completely, shattered three of his ribs, and stopped his heart.
In the ensuing madness after the boy collapsed to the ground, he saw Maria and Sal run from the crowd of spectators, and he was left alone. It was only after he saw the mother of the boy weeping and crying out over his body that he ran. Ever since that day, Dom has lived on the streets of Chicago. Over time, he realized what his gift really was, thinking that originally he had some kind of enhanced strength. He began to earn money by participating in underground street fights, enough to get him a small apartment in the slums of the city. He was glad that he looked old enough to pass for eighteen. Over time, his refined form of fighting fused with the dirty, brutal style of street fighting. It was one week ago now that he received his get out of jail free card, a letter from the Xavier Institute. Now he had a way out of this shitty apartment, and who knows, maybe his skills can finally be used for something other than beating in strangers faces.