| He deemed this crowd to be as good as any other, and so the golden armor-clad warrior walked to their center, his foot steps heavy with each thud into the ground. Once centered, he looks around, his eyes performing a cursory scan over all of them. He motions both of his arms forward, the pauldron and rerebrace, resplendently gold, gleams under refracted light. His digits grasp snugly upon the golden cloak covering his head, revealing the face of an aged, veteran Saiyan with a bald dome, scarred face and thick, tawny beard. Arufu was not the tallest of Saiyan, but in his heavy armor - inscribed with Holy scripture and crosses, detailed with curved grooves and engravements - he seemed much taller than he truly was. Around his waist was his tail, bits of fur ripped, showing bare skin, another sign of his veteran status, all of the scars of his body the words to his story, all telling the tales of his numerous battles.

"Saiyans, Tsufurujins, I require your ear for a moment." said the Saiyan, making it abundantly apparent that Arufu was not asking for attention, but commanding of it his fellow brethren with a deep, bellowing voice. "My name is Arufu, I was once a General in the Imperial Army, many... many moons ago. Where I was once lost, however, I now know the path - the path of the Righteous. I am a follower now of the Light, my God Adriel - our God Adriel - watches over us. And through my faith, my dedication, I have been blessed. Absolved of my sins in taking orders from the Imperial Army, I have been reborn anew, and I offer all of you the same. I can help you follow the Light, I can aid in illuminating the path. I will not force any of you to walk my same path, but I am willing to inform and bless any who are interested." The aged Saiyan continues, trying to recruit for his faith, to make Apostles under the Light.

An added measure to ensure those around him at least give him the chance and listen to his words, Arufu leaks the Light within him, an aura of goldenrod enveloping his entire form, allowing him to bask in the fiery glow of Light. Even further, sparks of white divine energies spark and flurry about, intertwined with the Light of his aura. Arufu's paltry power begins to rise and rise, growing to it's base maximum.