"Jesus Christ, will I ever catch a god damn break?"

Age: 22

Abilities: Golom has the ability to rescale and manipulate objects with the power of the "God-Hand", a glove that allows the complete manipulation of non-living matter (everything, excluding: humans, animals, etc.) He can use a special power known as "Lifreeze", which freezes all living things around him. This can't be used often, but is powerful if used correctly. He has a large beam weapon that can disintegrate the toughest of materials known as the "Incineration Phazer". He also wields a basic long-sword and a Glock pistol, allowing him basic combat. Finally, Golom, having carnivorous, sharp teeth, can unhinge his jaw and tear flesh, thus making him a cannibal.

Weaknesses: After consuming sentient (human, other species with a conscience, self-control and free will) flesh, Golom will go into an animalistic rage in which he can harm himself and his opponent fatally. It's may boost his speed and strength but his mind shrivels to the size of a microorganism. He is also quite weak, and mainly uses his God-Hand, almost never resorting to his other weapons. His "Incineration Phazer" also has a high chance of burning his arms badly, sometimes even to the point of his arm falling off, along with weakening him significantly. The Lifreeze drains his power drastically, but is mainly a last resort sort of attack to finish other RHGs.

Build: 5'10", 126 lbs

Personality: Golom, despite being a cannibal, is very upbeat and happy person. He is a very nice person, based on your first impression on him. He has a very child-like mindset and tries to make everything a competition.

Bio: (This will be done in the third person narrative)

Golom was orphaned as a child, his parents culled a year after his birth. He roamed the city his entire childhood, staying away from people in general. He had scrounged off of spare change and plentiful amounts of wasted food. Then, a man confronted him at the age of 12 and asked him about becoming an RHG. Golom refused, having never touched a weapon. The man smiled, handed him a pistol, and left. He stood there, shocked. "Well, alrighty then..." He muttered, checking the gun for ammo.

A year had passed and he had more money than any 13 year old should ever have. He had a small apartment, a new weapon sent to him every month (which he sold, save a few useful ones), and yet another invite to join the RHG ranks. Again, he refused. "I can't kill people, I'm not like that!" He would shout. In reality, that was all a sick lie. He did kill people. For fun. He didn't want to do it for profit. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that every year, he turned down the offer. Then, 6 years later, he finally said yes.

Now at the age of 19, Golom no longer lived in the apartment. He now lived solely in the RHG realm. After being convinced, he immediately packed his bags and left. Now, he sits in his room, carving ancient symbols into the walls... waiting. That's all he says is "Waiting, waiting, waiting..." Over and over, as if he's dying to fight. And he is.

Demo: Golom sat in his room, still carving the symbols of the ancients into his walls. A knock sounded on he door, making the deranged RHG flinch. "Who is it?" He shouted. The visitor only muttered two words. "...A challenger." Golom jumped up and threw the door open. "Well why didn't you say anything sooner? When's the fight?" The challenger smirked. "Right now." The man threw Golom against the wall, a sickening crunch echoing through the room. Golom slowly stood up, powering the "God-Hand". "Well, somebody's a bit on the sneaky side today. Let's see how you enjoy the dead side." With that, he used his telekinetic hand to throw his bed at the assailant. The man dodged the bed within the hairs on his body. Golom quickly picked up more objects, sizing them up or down and throwing them.

The man was still dodging the furniture, occasionally getting hit by a small rock or another rouge piece of debris. "Damn, you're good!" Golom shouted, turning off his hand. The man noticed this and ran towards Golom before freezing in place. "But I'm better, sadly." He smirked, pulling his sword on his attacker. He repeatedly stabbed the man, a black ooze dripping from the wounds. "Wait... what?" The ooze evaporated upon hitting the ground. "Shadow copies..." Golom muttered, growling.

The man appeared behind him, lashing at his neck, but missing, only hitting his shoulder. "That's it, time to end this." He froze his attacker again, pulling his incineration phazer on the man. It strapped to his back with a small click, charging with a soft hum. "I'd give you some last words, but they'd probably just be a waste of the air around us." The beam fired, a blinding white light covering his room. The phazer continued to decimate the man as he screamed in agony. The beam stopped, leaving a pile of burnt flesh and ash. "Well, that's over..." Golom smiled at his handiwork and swept it up, shoveling the flesh into a plastic bag. "Good, some free food."