Join as Frieza

Character Name: Frieza

Starting Location: Frieza #79

Attributes:

You start with 50 as a base for each attribute and have 200 attribute points (AP) you may distribute amongst them.

Strength: 106
Agility: 106
Ki: 106
Endurance: 107

You start with 50 technique points (TP). What abilities will you start with?
Ki Control, Psychic Powers

Were you referred to this site, if so, who referred you? Top 25

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Roleplay Sample (250 words): A shrill siren blared within the confines of the spherical pod, channeling a powerful warning from every direction into the occupant's skull. The small space pod would soon smash into the ground at an incredible speed, leaving the young boy's body a bloody spectacle for the people below. The child could feel his vessel's speed increasing, rocketing him towards his destiny. He lay back in his chair, the only comfort in his vessel, and felt the scarlet lights above wash over his body, piercing through the darkness of his eyes held shut. The pod began to shudder, and the boy clamped his unseen hands onto the armrests beside him, his fingers digging through the tough fabric. A sudden blast of light and sound gave way to a fiery roar, drowning out the once omnipresent sirens and igniting the boy's imagination.

“They'll tell stories of me... I'll be infamous... The last elite...” The young boy said to himself, only able to hear the disconnected thoughts inside his own mind.

A sudden shock forced the pod into a violent spasm, instantly killing the boy's inner voice. The child now grew increasingly aware of his surroundings, of his fate. He could feel his armrest grow hotter as the seconds passed, forcing his body to wonder when the heat, or perhaps the humidity, would grow too much to bear. He had no escape from the one man vessel, no windows to open or cool water to drink. His days of innocence were over, even before the impact. The realization of his fate had already shot through the child's mind. His final hope as his child self was to be remembered by his parents, his brothers, and those that had influenced his life up to that point. He wanted to be remembered as a hero.

The child mustered up all of his courage for his final few seconds and forced his eyes open. A flash of golden light filled the hollow sphere around him, instantly silencing all other distractions. The boy felt an unimaginable calmness as the light passed around his body, taking away all of his troubles. He felt welcomed by the warming light and accepted his new existence without hesitation.

He had finally returned. He was home.

Approved. I'll get you added pretty soon.