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Name: Bejiita (from Japanese "bejiitaburu")
Nickname: His name is Vegita. Call him anything else and your safety cannot be ensured.
Age: 13
Place of Birth: Vegita-sei
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 4'11" and 85 lbs
Race: Saiya-jin
Power level estimation: 16,500 (give or take)
Class: Royal (Saiya-jin no Ouji [prince]) aka, Elite Class

Physical Traits: As expected from any Saiya-jin, Vegita is well muscled and in excellent physical condition. He has a crest of upswept black hair with auburn highlights that continue to fade with his age. Spiky bangs stop short of his fiery obsidian eyes. Vegita's brown furred tail is either seen wrapped firmly around his waist or thrashing about behind him. A smirk or scowl are the most common expression found on this youth's face, though the latter is far more common nowadays.

Outfit: Vegita wears a blue, sleeveless body suit and white armor with brown shoulder extensions and the Saiya-jin Royal symbol in red on the left breast. His attire is accented by white gloves, boots and a red cape held in place by two gold clasps. When on missions he also dons a scouter with red-tinted lens.

Techniques/Skills: Vegita is capable of basic ki manipulation such as creating ki blasts and barriers as well as ki sensing (though not very well developed). He is also able to fly using his ki. Vegita's personal technique is the Galick-Ho. He has a few others he is developing, but still not quite there. The Galick-ho is charged in cupped hands before shot forward in a powerful beam. He can continue to channel energy into this constant beam of ki until his attack overpowers his target or his energy is depleted. He is also perfecting the ability to perform the Zanzoken, the ability to seemingly disappear from one spot and appear in another several feet away.

Personality: Three years under Furiza's tutelage has seriously affected this Saiya-jin. Where as before he would have spoken out his opinion he has now learned it best to keep things to yourself. He is far quieter than he use to be. Quiet and calculating. He cares not for relationships and friends, but for servants and pawns. It has taken a lot of self discipline and punishment for him to learn to curb his anger around Lord Furiza. Even though he has improved significantly, his Saiya-jin temper can still get the better of him. Though Vegita appears cruel and sadistic, there are many internal demons he battles. He is a warrior, a killer...but in the same stroke, he is a child.

Interests: Gaining power and the level of Super Saiya-jin is the Ouji's only interests.

Family: His father, Vegeta no Ou and mother, the Saiya-jin no Ouhi, are both deceased. His only surviving family member is his sister Saika no Hime, though he believes her to be dead as well.

Friends/Affiliates: Vegita is a strong believer in that he doesn't need anyone and that other Saiya-jins are there to serve him.

History: Vegita no Ouji was raised being trained physically and mentally that he was to one day be King of all Saiya-jins. His father's lessons were a mix of sparring and Being a Leader 101. He was taught Saiya-jin tradition and honor from not only Vegita no Ou, but his mother, his father's advisor and his own teacher and guardian, Nappa.
However, the future he was raised for became clouded and uncertain with the reign of Furiza. Though Vegita no Ou attempted to keep his son away from the tyrants' influence, the young prince was fully aware that his father was nothing but a pawn to the Ice-jin.
At ten-years-old, the youth's last remaining hope that his father would break away from Furiza was crushed when he was taken by the monster. His father had given him up to save his own hide. Under the Ice-jin Vegita recieved fierce training (or beatings, depends on how you look at it), lectures on how the Ice-jin were superior to monkeys (this typically including humilating Vegita), and lessons on how to properly clear planets.
Three years later his planet and his people were destroyed. As far as the Prince knows his planet was destoyed by an comet, not Furiza.

Miscellaneous (( N/A ))

Your roleplay experience. Aside from having ran my own DBZ rpg board I have participated in many literate Dragonball Z rpgs on Gaia. Rpgs in which Saika was either a part of or aware of. ^-^ Non-DBZ rpgs have included X-men, Harry Potter, Inu-Yasha, Teen Titans, fantasy, werewolf and many others.

Your knowledge of the DBZ universe. Umm..how about that I own all of Dragonball Z, GT and the movies? Is that enough knowledge? ^-~

Sample roleplay entry. Do I have to? Oh, all right.

Vegita raised his gloved hand lazily in the direction of his target. With a brilliant flash of white the last of the Saibamen had been destroyed and the simulation ended. The green creatures were far too weak to provide him with a decent training session anymore. He needed a challenge! His tail lashed in the air behind him, displaying his annoyance, as he exited the training area. But that challenge would have to wait. Vegita no Ouji had a larger interest...the mess hall.

"That was an impressive session, Ouji." Nappa commented, as he always did, as he followed in the youth's path.

"Shut up, Nappa. That was a waste of my time. I out grew those green midgets years ago. Find me something better or I'll just use you next time."

The Ouji's obsidian eyes narrowed as someone stepped into the corridor further ahead. Hearing the drawl of Furiza's blue-skinned lap dog caused the teen to stop. "Meh, forget it. I'm not hungry. I'll be in my quarters." He spat before quickly turning and walking down an adjoining corridor. He would gladly put off dinner to avoid passing that green-haired freak. It had already been a month since Vegita-sei was destroyed but Zarbon always managed to bring it up in a conversation. Vegita wasn't certain he could control his temper at the moment. It was better not to risk it.

*incomplete bio*

Name: Reishi (Japanese for "bitter gourd")
Nickname: (N/A)
Age: 16
Place of Birth: Bejiita-sei
Gender: Female
Height/Weight: 5'4"/125 lbs
Race: Saiya-jin
Power level estimation: 1500
Class: 2nd

Physical Traits: Reishi is of average height for a 16-year-old girl. Her appearance isn't anything special, at least in her eyes, and she believes that the only truly beautiful member of the race was the Saiya-jin no Ouhi (Queen).
Reishi has piercing black eyes which, like the movements of her tail, are a better mood indicator than any facial expression she may make. Her hair is short, thick, and black, cropped about her head close and stays out of her face- usually. ((Kinda like Celiipa's.)) She has no real identifying marks about her, as her involvement in fights to cause varying degrees of injury is random.

Outfit: She wears the typical Saiya-jin armor, male style instead of female, meaning she doesn't look much like Celiipa would in her armor. Instead, hers has the two shoulder straps and two "hip guards", and that's about all. Under the armor she wears a black suit that is short-sleeved. The shoes she wears are Saiya-jin boots, white with yellow tips. Instead of normal gloves, the ones that Reishi chooses to wear are fingerless and black.

Techniques/Skills: Like any typical member of her race, she can fly and use basic ki manipulations. Unlike the typical Saiya-jin, she can think her way through a situation with a level head, instead of just getting pissy and egotistical and wasting energy. If she thinks the situation is hopeless, she will fall back to regroup and think up a new plan.

Personality: One of the defining characteristics of her which sets her apart from the others her age is that she is lazy. If something isn't worth the effort, she doesn't want to be bothered. Reishi only trains when she absolutely has to (which is most times just before a mission), but it doesn't mean that she isn't a good soldier.
Despite her laziness and occasional procrastination, Reishi is very smart, able to pick up on sticky situations and to decide a way out/around it. Sometimes she'll do this just to keep herself out of dealing with something she doesn't want to. At the same time, though, she is very humble and tends to keep such information about herself quiet.
She doesn't much care for the class system, either, which furthers her laziness when it comes to training. Reishi can also be somewhat of a smartass at times, but mostly she'll keep quiet just to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

Interests: She does find "normal" things interesting, like food and fighting, but she also enjoys taking time to herself to relax. Reishi doesn't truly enjoy training, but she will do it when she knows she needs to.

Family: Parents are dead at this point, siblings are dead also. She never really cared about any other relations extending beyond her immediate family.

Friends/Affiliates: Her team, but only one other member joined her in the escape off planet, Takenoko (( "bamboo shoots" )). She doesn't really have many friends since she tends to not care enough.

History: ((Woo, I'm being lazy... Elaboration to come later..)) Reishi was born with a 2nd class ki level classification. When she was young she seemed to have the potential to be better and become a powerful female soldier. By the time she was 9, however, it was becoming evident that that wouldn't be so. Reishi performed the missions and training to the best of her ability, but only when ordered. Little of interest occurred in this Saiya-jin's life other than the mundane cycle of "normal" Saiya-jin activity. ((Or maybe not. There really isn't all that much to elaborate on her... =/ ))

Miscellaneous: (( Dunno what would go here.. ))

Your knowledge of the DBZ universe. I'm the ruler of this domain, what do you think? twisted

Sample roleplay entry. (( Yeeeee...no. ))

Name: Brasshil ("Brussel")
Nickname: Call him 'Sprout' and die.
Age: 22
Place of Birth: Bejiita-sei
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 173cm (5' 8") / 60kg (133 lbs)
Race: Full-blood Saiyajin
Power level estimation: 840
Class: 3rd Class

Physical Traits: A mediocre Saiyajin with a solid, but not bulky build, Brasshil looks like he'd be easily killed in a brawl. He's not bulky like many of his Saiya-jin comrades, and he appears younger than he really is, often making him the subject of pestering. He has a fairly tan complexion from being exposed to various suns while he was on missions, which makes his hair seem darker. A blue-black color, the style is short and choppy, spreading out in small but thick spikes around his head and the back of his neck. Brasshil's eyes are charcoal-colored, and as they are thin, it often seem he is squinted or glaring when in reality he's not. He keeps his tail perpetually around his waist, not caring to get it randomly felt up, whacked, yanked or stuck in a door. In his personal quarters, however, and in rare instances when he is feeling very comfortable with his surroundings, he will let it be free-floating to sway and twitch behind him. Due to a few previous missions, his appearance is marred from shrapnel scarring across right eyebrow and upper cheek, and he is missing his right pinky. Brasshil's face is usually set in a mild, scowly frown of boredom.

Outfit: He wears the basic uniform of all Saiyajin, including a chest plate with shoulder straps, and boots of the same design. Leg guards cover up his calf from just below his knees to a little past his boots. Beneath his armor are a pair of long dark pants and a dark shirt with short semi-sleeves that stop a little past his shoulders. At times, Brasshil may don some arm guards as well, though often he goes without them. However, he has no scouter that he uses on a regular basis.

Techniques/Skills: Brasshil can fly with aid of his ki, and his manipulation of ki is marginally more in-depth than other 3rd class as he tends to practice with it in small, sometimes inconspicuous ways when he is bored. He fights more with basic tactical strategies and speed rather than brute strength. In recent days, he grown the vaguest ability to sense the ki of others, though it usually must be someone of high class or someone using a ki attack. This ability manifests is a sort of chill sensation at the base of his neck, or a gut feeling rather than an actual 'Oh, I sense a strong power level' sort of sensation. He has no real personalized attack, and usually just tries to copy others and form their techniques into something that works for him. Brasshil likes to charge pebbles and small random objects with ki. More as a distraction than anything else, since they wouldn't really do much damage, but it's doubtful anyone would really think about defending against twigs and stuff.

Personality: Brasshil is rather quiet for a Saiyajin. He's not prone to loud outbursts that boast of previous mission successes, new skills/power levels, or anything else considered prideful. Not that he doesn't have any pride, but as he does not really have anyone he associates with much, he just tends not display it much. He'll talk when he has something to say, or enjoys the company/atmosphere, otherwise he'll sit in the back, listen to others, and drink. The young male easy to get along with, but can be rubbed the wrong way. He has no problem talking back to those of same class, but he is very mannered around the upper classes, though in recent circumstances this mannerism has decreased slightly. Brasshil is loyal to those he respect.

Interests: He obviously enjoys training, what Saiyajin doesn't? Aside from the normal habits of the warrior race, Brasshil has since leaving Bejiita-sei developed a mild interest in learning about other races. Basically it's just the basic bits of information about their culture, their history, and anything else that may help him to understand that race. Brasshil also enjoys the regular drink or two.

Family: His mother and father are dead, and he has no siblings.

Friends/Affiliates: His former team was killed during the destruction of Bejiita-sei. His comrades are now those that fled the planet before its demise.

History: Mostly, his life was boring, and he lived the average life of a typical Saiyajin, being whisked off plant for his first mission at a young age, then taking regular missions from then on. His skills and ki level improved at a normal rate. He was average -- not outstanding, neither pathetic. One uneventful day after returning from a mission, Brasshil overheard the outlandish jabbering of Bardock, a particularly strong 3rd class that he had spoken to on a rare few occasions. Brasshil had never technically been loyal to Furiiza or any of his subordinates, just kind of worked for him. He wanted to have challenging fights, not wipe out pathetic races that were killed with a mere flick of the wrist. The job the Ice-jin gave he and his fellow Saiyajin was not something he enjoyed, and so having previously found Bardock to be respectable, the younger warrior joined his little band of misfits, leaving behind nothing but a crappy personal quarter with equally crappy furnishing, and his recent promotion to second-in-command of his team.

Miscellaneous: Brasshil's voice is slightly higher pitched than normal, also making him seem younger than he is. He hates his voice.