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[img]https://i.imgur.com/Lcg1pl0.png[/img]

[h3][b]"Play nice! Eat your vegetables! Don't destroy more planets!"[/b][/h3][/center]

[sub][b]NAME[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
Gelat
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[sub][b]AGE[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
25
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[sub][b]GENDER[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
Male
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[sub][b]APPEARANCE[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
Gelat is a rather broad and tall man, a fine example of his race. He has a very massive and muscled constitution, barely constrained by the uniform he usually wears. He has a pronounced squint and a massive jaw, and his head is crowned by a mop of shortly shorn red hair.
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[sub][b]RACE/ORIGIN[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
[b]Name[/b]
Recoome's Race
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[sub][b]Power Level[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
Suppressed: 1000
[i]True: 110000[/i]
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[sub][b]PSYCHOLOGY[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
Gelat is extroverted and loud, most of the time talking without filter, brimming with a sense of pride and honesty. Always preaching the ways of Peace, Order, the Galactic Patrol and Banana Splits, he is a vocal and fierce opposser of evildoers, tyrants, crooks and Parfait lovers. Turning a leaf over the servitude of his race to the PTO, Gelat works hard and constantly towards a better world, and he has near bombproof optimism. Quick to forgive and with a short bar with laughter, he is fond of flair and heroic monologues as well.

Yet, behind all the glorious sunshine of love and peace, Gelat is more than what it seems. In the few occasions his temper has been tested,  his foes have known how deep and persistent can a fist of Justice and Peace can be. He does not gloat. He does not toy. He simply does what he needs to do.
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[sub][b]HISTORY[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
Long story short, Gelat was born in a rather middle class family of his planet. His father used to be an unlicensed dentist who operated with his fists, and helped the jolly good lot of the PTO get a new planet full of teeth to extract. His mother, well, was a bit different. She simply was a bit of a space pirate.

Actually, both met during PTO expeditions. Who said that planet busting could not create bonds?

So enter little Gelat, eldest of three. A bit of a weird kid, really. From a tender age, he had weird fancies. He wished to be the shining hero of the history, beating evil conquerors and whatnot. His friends thought he was weird for playing the stupid gullible fool guy.  So he ended up being the one usually losing the games. He didn't care, because heroes were the coolest.

Of course with such a cheesebrain for son, his parents soon sent him into a stern education (read: the saiyan way of conscripting kid soldiers) to not incite the ire of the Emperor. Gelat, well, just took the hit in stride. And at the first mission, he deserted. Of course, he was badly afflicted with a bad case of nearly dying, if not for a random green man who touched him in weird places and made him feel warm and fuzzy.

A namekian healed him, and brought the young soldier to safety. He explained he was a Galactic Patroller and he was on a mission. And immediatedly Gelat didn't let go of the stranger. Of course, he was lucky, the Galactic Patrol was always looking for able bodied recruits.  He trained under the namekian who brought him into the fold, and from that man he learned the secrets of Ki sensing and control. Also an amazingly rich vocabulary of namekian curses and insults, but that is beside the point.

Being considered a [i]super elite in training[/i], Gelat performed admirably in his first few missions. Namely beating the bad guys, and running away to do paperwork before the even worse bad guys appeared. Piece of cake, really. Until the Geald-87 incident.

6 Patrolment went into a planet. What came out of it was an asteroid belt, a cargo container of radiactive teddy bears, and one survivor who had multiplied his strength by 5 due to the ordeals suffered in the planet. Gelat himself. Wanting to wash out his failure and eager to not appear in HQ for a while, he decided to do what he was not supposed to do. Mess with the Planet Trade Organization.

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[sub][b]ASPECTS[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
[b] Titanic endurance:[/b] Gelat, like the fellow member of his race, has an impressive durability and stamina, that could make a Saiyan blush. In fact it's much easier to destroy everything that he wears (except his legendary underwear) and his surroundings than him.

[b]Ki Sense Mastery:[/b]  Gelat, being a member of the Galactic Patrol, has met peaceful races of all ways of living. One of such was namekians, who after a lot of talking coaxing, and no small amount of luxury mineral water, trained him into the ways of channelling one's inner energies (and control power level at will) and the ability to sense ki without a scouter. He even, like namekians, can feel evil ki, although he isn't as precise as the slug people, meaning he can only sense strong evil intentions.
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[sub][b]SPECIALIZATION[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
[b]Power Wrestling:[/b] The traditional fighting of his race, it emphasizes strong, powerful strikes, and a lot of body contact without much finesse. Also dramatic poses and shouting your attacks loud, but this part can be skipped. Ki blasts are present, but they are usually employed as battle finishers and are slow to execute, but they seriously hurt.

[b]Detective:[/b]Despite being a shouty brawn of muscle mass, Gelat is far more perceptive than one could imagine, and can connect the dots fairly quickly as well as track people across space  quite easily. 
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[sub][b]EQUIPMENT[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
[b]Galactic Patrol Armor:[/b] Standard issue. Cheap copy of PTO armor. Breaks whenever Gelat powers up beyond 3000. Except his Galactic Patrol stamped pair of boxers.

[b]Galactic Patrol Standard Issue Pistol:[/b] Can wound...sometimes. To be fair it's better used as a throwing projectile than a pistol.
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[sub][b]RELATIONSHIPS[/b][/sub][hr][indent]
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