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Character Name: Dario Irving
Character Alias: (Optional)
Character Age: 34

Do you wish to have a power?: Yes
If yes, explain IN DETAIL what you would like your power to be:
He possesses the capability to cut things with his mind. Use of this power on a larger scale (in regards to both size and depth of the slicing) will exhaust the user. The user's hands and fingers are required in order for this power to be effective. In short, if he can't move his hands or fingers, he can't use his power. This does not mean the user must always perform large movements or motions. It is dependant on the magnitude of the strike - for instance, if he were to perform a metre-wide slash, it would require full range of motion, whereas a mere incision would only need the flick of a finger. He cannot cut anything accurately that he cannot see.

Is your power on Superpower Wiki? If so, please link it: https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Telekinetic_Cutting
What ranking do you EXPECT to start with?: D or C

Do you wish to apply for any items?: Yes
If yes, explain what items you would like to apply for: Cafe inventory

Do you wish to apply for any special skills?: Yes
If yes, explain what skills you would like to apply for: Culinary & sewing skills

Character Backstory (Optional for Non-Super Characters):
Born on the 14th of December 2004, Dario Irving was the product of an Italian-American family. His father, Lorenzo, was the owner of a restaurant, and his mother, Beatrice, was a doctor. His mother was a telekenetic, renowned in her field for the precision of her work. His father had ability to empower his voice, but only when angered. His family was fairly well off and he lived a fairly happy life, save for the constant arguing between his parents.

Throughout school, he was never the athletic or active type, always taking to other forms of entertainment such as arts and crafts. This led him to be a subject of abuse and bullying. Of course, this came to an end once his bullies began to notice cuts and slits appearing on their bodies, most notably between their fingers.

Dario sailed through school, the academic type he was. He pursued a degree in the culinary arts and by the time he was thirty two, had a restaurant of his own. It was a small business, but it was his. Six months later, things started to go downhill.

It was night of a family dinner in Dario's restaurant. He closed it off on the Friday for the occasion. A celebration. He was about to set the marinara down when he heard two knocks on the door. Clearly someone hadn't read the sign. He opened the door to a beefy fella in a leather jacket, and a younger guy in a bomber jacket. "You gonna let us inside?" they spoke assertively. He let them in after one flashed a gun on his hip. "Now listen pal, I don't want to cause any bother. But I'm gonna have to if you don't give me what I want. Marty, start emptying the register." the bigger fella spoke out. Dario didn't want any trouble, especially with his family there. The cash register was empty. "Ey, Jimmy, the register's empty!" the younger one shouted. "Alright, alright. Where's the money?" the big fella spoke to Dario. "I don't have anything. We've cleared out for the month." Dario responded. In truth, the money was hidden in a safe under the floorboards. He moved the daily earnings there every night, fearing this sort of thing. "Looks like we're gonna have to teach the chef here a lesson, ain't we Marty?" the big man chuckled, taking grip of his mother, Beatrice's hair. He was about to plunge a knife into her.

One strike was all it took before the big man dropped. It took him a full minute before he choked on the blood filling his throat. Marty wished he faired the same. His hand was severed off as he went for a knife. He laid there on the ground, screaming in agony as Dario was busy emptying his stash. He concluded that someone like himself would've been locked up, his actions deemed 'too excessive' or something along those lines. Yeah, he might've went too far with the kid, but who cares? The little shit deserved it. Dario didn't deserve to be locked up, and if anything, he did the world a favour. It took Marty a whole five minutes before he drew his last breath. Dario was long gone before then.

He took his savings and all the essentials before making his leave.

Who invited you to Exodus?: My good friend Alexander Gristovich
Do you understand that spreading the password with people improperly will get you IP banned?: No
Additional Information: I was wondering if my good friend Vruka could join