[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/75g7CnN.png[/img][hr][color=#D35400][b]Race:[/b][/color] Half-Saiyan/Half-Human
[color=#D35400][b]Power Level:[/b][/color] 910
[color=#D35400][b]Location:[/b][/color] Central Capital (CC) 
[color=#D35400][b]Tagging:[/b][/color] [@Holy Soldier]
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	Central Capital High looked oppressive to him. It was lit up by the sun but oddly looming and gray. Perhaps it was him distorting it, making it crooked and ugly. Either way, he despised being there. And not just because he got into graceless fights with the students or was constantly antagonized by the faculty for [i]“not caring”[/i] . It was more or less all because he couldn’t see himself ever fitting in there. 

	Taeto vaulted over the walls that ingested the main building and its siblings. He landed with muted pats on the sidewalk, veiled his spiky hair with his hood, and made way for the town. [color=#D35400][b]“You can’t expect me to get along with them. It's just impossible.”[/b][/color] he mumbled to himself.

	His stride became casual the further he got from the school. Soon enough the sounds  of construction drummed to life, the low hum of hovercars starting and stopping were quickly overpowered.

 	All he ever wanted was to fit in somewhere; anywhere, he bargained. But that felt impossible to him. No matter what Mr. Spine said, regardless of his mother’s incorrigible smile; it just felt out of reach. But he would have to endure it, at least until he was allowed to be on his own.  

	The blaring sounds of the construction site was upon him now, dragging him out his stupor. [color=#D35400][b]“Wonder what they’re building?"[/b][/color]