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Discord Name: Liquid
Starting Character: Burasell
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Character Race: Saiyan
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points) (Customs = 4500 points)

• Strength:
• Speed:
• Toughness:
• Stamina:
• Vitality:

Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)

• Determination:
• Charisma:
• Intelligence:

Starting Technique: Double Assault
Starting Fighting Style: Calculating
Character Bio: (A simple 100-300 word background of your character up to the present)


As a youth, Burasell spent his time helping his mother around the house, doing chores and reliving the same boring daily routines while his father went out and did what any other adult could do at their age. At the time, Burasell's father would perform different jobs that were employed to him. His father was a skilled mercenary, for he possessed the physical strength worth having around which made jobs easy for him, but the thing is Burasell's father desired for something more exhilarating that required him to step him his A-game so his family could eat the luxurious food that the saiyans of Noble families could eat. Burasell heard many stories that were told to him as a child, regarding the nature of the jobs that mercenaries took.

Burasell was not one to show fear and hesitation about what he wanted to do in life, as long as it could get him out and away from his mother. Many stories were told about each mission that were given to mercs working for the Saiyan empire, while most were violent tales spoken of death and those forced to bare the weight of their sins Burasell assured himself that he could become a mercenary like his father and make sure that no one has to experience one's life being ripped away from him.

Burasell was an inspiring youth who wanted to become like his father, which made him want to train and gain enough strength to take on the jobs that were handed to them. This youthful Innocence soon came to an end once he had discovered what appeared to be a deceased corpse of his mother and a bloody red note with a knife driven into it. Filled with rage, Burasell took to the stars in hopes to find his mothers killer and to pay a visit to his father so that Burasell could punish him for not being there to protect her. However it was also particularly Burasell's fault for not being there in the first place. Ridden with guilt and frustration, and with the only way to get back at his mother's murderer was to find a way to join the saiyan empire.

Character Picture:

Sample RP: (This can be previously written for another site, or written on the fly. It might be at least 300 words)

Despite not being the most fanciest appealing teashop out in England, it's still remains to be seen as one that maintains a neat and cleanly establishment. Though the shop isn't strictly owned by her so to speak, in truth she happens to be working for someone that owns the modest teashop. She just happens to be currently out on business trips, though ever since Shio first started -- the term "business trip" is one long lost in meaning.

As the more she hanged around the woman, the greater her understanding of what she really meant started to bloom, however, Shio never once questioned the suspicious woman's activities and as long as she has a place to keep her positions and somewhere to collect information then there's nothing to worry about. The sound of the silver bell hanging above the entry of the tea shop rang, prompting Shio to shift her attention to the customer entering.

She hops off the brown stool used when she was previously stashing cleaned cups that had been neatly sanitized and washed. Due to her small size she had to force herself to use a stool to get things placed in higher areas, however, it wasn't something she worried about and hasn't experienced any problems. Though her job would make it much easier if her left arm worked, and because of the broken arm her effectiveness to perform some basic tasks plummeted.

This in turn caused her to feel useless, further wishing to obtain a new arm and hopes of getting back on track as working in a tea shop only served as a failsafe for when there's nowhere else to turn to for shelter. Shio's eyes flash to the customer's arrival. A woman of average height who appears as though she experienced many days. One noticeable feature that Shio's eyes stumble upon is the woman's lavender hair. "Indeed we are!" Shio answered with a slight attempt at an enthusiastic tone. "Anything I can get you?" She asks while leaning forward, with her left elbow resting on the lengthy table. "Pardon the emptiness, kind of a slow day this evening"

(Written from when I was in a bleach rp, still am apart of it)