Oh, and while I'm here...

Name: Friza Angelo

Age: [s]7[/s] 34

Appearance: Shaggy gray hair(SHUT UP GRAY IS EDGY OKAY), around six feet in total height, slim(there are no such things as fat/ugly roleplay characters!), and normal eyes....except the iris is REEEEEEEEEEED(AM I EDGY ENOUGH FOR YOU GUYS!? PLZ NOTICE ME SENPAI)!

Gender: Male

Species: [s]Hollow-Chocolate Gargoyle[/s] Human

Specialties: Cooking, [s]opening cans of whoop ass[/s]ingesting copious amounts of caffeine, backflipping with the grace of Terry Crews

Abilities: Sneezes plasma, teleports relatively short distances

Weapons/Skills: - A Stupidly Ornate Katana(TM),
- A bottle of forever-steaming-hot soup
- A flail made up of a fence pole, a bike lock chain, and spiked baseballs

Favorite Games/Shows: Legend of Zelda - Majora's Mask, Dark Souls II, Dexter's Laboratory, Freeman's Mind, Spaceballs

Background: Friza doesn't really know how he came to Earth, actually! Falling from the sky into a rich guy's swimming pool is about all he can recall. Then he just walked around town for a bit, getting a lot of strange looks. He wondered if it was his hair....he apparently didn't get a chance to wash it before being thrown onto Earth. After grabbing a drink from a....what was it? Oh, right, a "Starbucks"! Yes, a Starbucks, some psycho with spikey blonde hair and a purple jumpsuit cracked Friza over the head with a Big Fuggin' Sword(TM) and ran off, screaming about something called a Sephiroth. What an oddball. He continued to waltz around like an idiot until he got a message from the Gray Chair Man("what a stupid name", thought our young anti-hero). Now, he's about to go on a grand journey that he will NEVER come to regret. Ever. No sir. Nothing will go wrong.

"What's this roleplay about?": [s]Cinnamon Moon Babies[/s] Earth.