Characters Name: Piccolo
Characters Gender: Male
Character's Race: Namekian
Alignment: Good
Powerlevel: 400
Zenni: 500
Character's appearance (may be an image):
http://z.about.com/d/anime/1/0/0/C/piccolo.jpgPlanet you want to start on: Namek
What are your starting techniques: Special Beam Cannon, Light Grenade, Hellzone Grenade
Characters story:(2 Paragraphs minimum.)
Born on planet Earth, Piccolo returned to Namek proceeding the fight with the saiyans knowing his people needed a worthy warrior to help defend them, if the saiyans attempted to claim the Namekian Dragonballs as well. Arriving at the planet Namek in Kami's space craft, Piccolo was instantly granted passage as a village guardian.Those were the boring days though, soon, Piccolo would be forced to assert his power against the likes of hungry invaders in search of Namek's greatest treasure, the Dragonballs.
Knowing this, Piccolo began to lead an undercover organization known as Porunga's Servants to defend each Dragonball. He trained each of the defenders how to fight like a true martial artist which allowed them to hold off the invaders until the other 6 Servants would arrive and destroy the group. Sadly, in the most recent alien attacks, only 3 servants remain, the other 4 Dragonballs no where to be found on the planet. Now, it's up to the remaining 3 Servants to select another 4 worthy Namekians to guard the Dragonballs.
(This would be the RP that goes with the Back Story, simply to demonstrate I can actually RP... Doesn't demonstrate I am not a dumbass though. Lmfao.)
Piccolo sat silently at a table, not alone, in a dimly lit room. Two other cloaked Namekians sat around a circular table made for 7. Today, only 3 sat there, a glowing orange orb sitting in front of each Namekian. "One... two... and seven." Piccolo muttered in frustration. "ONE TWO AND SEVEN!" He roared pounding his fist on the wooden table, causing the balls to begin to roll unsteadily off the table. Each was saved by an agile catch by their guardians. "Did either of you catch the name of the alien's leader or organization?" Silence. ". . . No." Piccolo grunted as a statement, ironically, the silence had said it all.
He rose, and removed his hood, his aura beginning to whirl. "We won't be having this..." The Namekian said, glaring at his two peers. "Go find the other 4 Dragonballs. They couldn't have gone far with them. "I, on the other hand, will be setting out to find the next Servants." He murmured as he grabbed his treasure and wheeled around, extinguishing each torch with a powerful gust of air.
Exiting the isolated house, Piccolo stopped on the lawn in front of the small cottage and hung his head. Below him, the waves lapsed against the tall, rocky spire that Porunga's Servants called home. Looking towards the sky, the Namekian sighed loudly, watching his companions zip off into the horizon, each his separate way in search of the legendary Dragonballs. Leaping off the spire, Piccolo took off towards the next village, looking for the most promising of it's warriors to step up and defend the Dragonballs.
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