Byond Key: BlueGrass
Character Name: Larry
Race: Saiyan
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Alignment: True Neutral

Character Description: Larry is a lean muscled humanoid with thick, ridged eyebrows that seem almost ludicrous in density. His eyes are a piercing black, filled with constant martial vigor and clear youth. A green jumpsuit covers the majority of his body. His legs and arms weighted with the training gear of any worthy martial artist.

RP: Take your starting planet into account. Waking up on a typical day, you find that your planet's entire political structure has begun to fall thanks to a rival faction. Attempting to stage a coup to establish their own radical ideas, you feel compelled to involve yourself - pick a side, and explain how you aim to keep the status quo or to stake your claim in the new regime.

Low gut, jaw, right pectoral, spin kick to the neck, and another ugly humanoid alien fell before Larry’s bloody feet. He’d had to kill a lot of them today on his way to the grocery store, which was an unusual, and yet refreshing change of pace from the usual boredom in the slums of Jungle. He didn’t know why everyone was fighting everyone, and he definitely didn’t care. War meant free groceries to fuel his boundless youth. Checking the dead alien’s pockets, Larry found the currency he required for yet another month of constant training, pacing his way into the grocery store for his necessary protein.

A small skirmish between factions appeared to be going on, wasting Larry’s time as he entered through the front doors. A stray blast flew narrowly past the bowl cutted martial artist, singing the lightest edges of his brow while tossing a coat of ash onto the back of his precious jumpsuit. Now it was personal. Leaping into action, Larry lunged forth towards the nearest living combatant, thrust his foot forth into their abdomen in a violent blow that shattered ribs and punctured organs. Leaping up, he would swing his legs down at their gasping face, shattering the skull in a splash of gore as nearby fruit found themselves coated in warm blood.

“Who’s next?” A bandaged hand would extend forth from the jumpsuited warrior, issuing forth a challenge to warriors on both sides of the conflict. A large chested alien with a shining blade dashed forth in a burst of energy, coming inches from Larry before the green suited man’s heel crushed against the back of the giant’s neck, snapping it with a burst of kinetic force. Blasts began to fly at the martial artist in a flurry of energy, but Larry was determined to get his groceries. Jumping upon three of the converging aliens, a sudden, ferocious kick twisted all three of their heads around like dolls as they collapsed in a bundle. The last combatant leapt forth from behind with a knife, seeking to end this large eyebrowed menace once and for all. Larry’s palm strike thrusted forth through the alien’s abdomen, carving through tissue and bone alike and exiting out through the back, damping his white bandaged arms with red.
Soaked with blood, Larry would grab a basket from the entrance, whistling a youthful tune. He wondered what he’d get for dinner tonight. Maybe juice.