(got no way of resizing images atm and all the ones I can find are huge, so fuck, idk, just Google him if you don't know what he looks like) Name: Piccolo Age: 44 Gender: It's Complicated... Canon: Dragonball Franchise Main Thread or Sandbox: Sandbox Starting Location (SANDBOX ONLY): Gotham, abandoned warehouse, arrived about a week ago Personality: Piccolo is known to be stoic to the point of coming off as somewhat cold and uncaring, preferring to be blunt and to the point rather than dancing around the feelings of others. He is widely accepted as the most intelligent among his group of fellow fighters, possessing the wisdom and knowledge built up by three different Namekians that spans nearly a thousand years of collective experience. Of course, while this knowledge has made him a brilliant strategist, it didn't do much to improve his social skills. He's often somewhat awkward in social situations, particularly those that involve subjects of romance -- something he has no way of truly understanding, being from an alien species that doesn't need more than one person to procreate -- and it has often led him to be labeled as a prude. He's also known for his stubbornness and the ease at which he can be coaxed into doing something simply by presenting it as some sort of challenge. Attributes: Flight Ki Mastery Telepathy Regenerative Healing Simple Item Creation Limited Body Manipulation (eg. stretching his arms or growing to a giant size) Biography: Once, there was an orphaned alien child that had been sent into space to avoid the destruction of his species and eventually ended up landing on Earth -- y'know, the classic Superman origin story. Unlike Superman, this child was not adopted by a kindly old couple in rural Kansas, instead having to fend for himself in the barren wastelands of the northern mountains. Once it was clear his parents weren't coming for him, he left the mountains to find a better place to survive. What he experienced when he finally ventured among the humans was war, hatred, and cruelty beyond imagination. Such horrors were enough to drive the alien mad, to the point where he was split into two, body, mind, and soul. The two halves parted ways, the pure half becoming a low-level deity that watched over the Earth. The other half was pure evil, the embodiment of all the cruelty the alien had experienced, and came to be known as the Demon King Piccolo. The two halves quarrelled for centuries, but neither could kill the other without dying themselves. It wasn't until a boy named Goku intervened that the balance of power finally tipped against the Demon King. Just before he died, the Demon King managed to form an egg that housed his essence and soul, essentially reincarnating himself into the Piccolo we all know today. Piccolo was determined to carry out his father's plans of world conquest at first, but was soon forced to fight alongside his most hated enemy when a greater threat presented itself. This temporary truce led him to take in the young son of his enemy, Gohan. Planning at first to turn the boy into a weapon to kill his own father, Piccolo instead came to think of Gohan as his own son, and over the years the boy managed to soften the former demon's heart until hardly any evil remained. Piccolo would later merge once more with Kami, his father's pure counterpart, and became a whole person at last. Since then, he has served as a staunch defender of the Earth against any that would threaten it. Don't believe the rumors that he'd just become a glorified nanny to his student's infant daughter, though. That's totally untrue. Complete lies and slander.