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PLAYER
NAME: lindsey
AGE: 20
PREFERRED PRONOUN: she
PERSONAL LJ: one_noodles
TIMEZONE: [EST] GMT - 5:00
EMAIL ADDRESS: little centipede@gmail.com
AIM SCREENAME: megalulz1337
EXPERIENCE RPing: Going on 9 years~!
CHARACTER
I. STATS
NAME: Vegeta
AGE: 30 (APPEARS Early 20’s)
HEIGHT: 5’3”
WEIGHT: 175 lbs.
SEX: Male
NATIONALITY: German…? D:
II. CANON
FANDOM: Dragonball Z
TIMELINE PERIOD: After the fight against Gokarot Goku on Earth.
ABILITIES: Vegeta is a fighter, and is knowledgeable in the martial arts. He also has control over his spiritual energy, a little something known as ki manipulation. However, his energy pathways are locked, and he can’t even feel his own energy or sense those of others, much less call his forth and use it in a physical form.
NOTES: Will blow up at the mere mentioning of Dance Therapy. >8| Vegeta no do dancing evar.
III. CHARACTER BACKGROUND
Vegeta was born a coincidental Prince into a very short bloodline of Royalty, starting with his daddy. It all started with the war against a neighboring alien race, the Tuffles, that shared the same planet with his people, the Saiyans. The Tuffles were weak but many in number, their advanced technology being the only thing that kept the violent, barbaric Saiyans at bay. However, the Saiyans had the ability to change into the Great Oozaru, or Great Ape (baboon, really, with the tail and all.) under light of the full moon, and did so, destroying every last Tuffle and their grandmothers along with them.
The man who lead this attack on the Tuffles was Vegeta’s dad, also named Vegeta. He was crowned King by his people, now known as King Vegeta. Vegeta would then be called Prince Vegeta when he would be born 2 years later. The planet itself, once called Planet Plant, would also be named Vegeta. The titles were bestowed not to clear up confusion, but because King Vegeta was the hero of the Saiyans, and his son would have to be a Prince by royal law. Anyways.
One year after the war was one, one year BEFORE Prince Vegeta was born, an intergalactic Warlord named Frieza annexed his empire to the Saiyans and employed (or rather enslaved) them to work in the Planet Trade Federation. The Saiyans toiled for Frieza, and Vegeta was eventually born under his rule. When Vegeta was five years old, his father went out on a crusade with his best men to assassinate Frieza, but were blown up. Vegeta himself was on Frieza’s ship, and Frieza decided it was best to destroy the Planet. So he did, killing every last Saiyan alive with the exception of Prince Vegeta himself, Radditz, Nappa, Kakarot, Tarble, Turles, Broly and Paragus. Prince Vegeta was set primarily under Nappa’s care until 20 years later, Radditz went to earth to retrieve Kakarot, but was killed doing so. Overhearing word of the Dragonballs on Earth, Vegeta and Nappa went to earth and fought with the Z fighters, killing 4 of them in the process (Piccolo, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu). When Kakarot arrived to save the day at the very last minute, he easily put Nappa in his place, and Vegeta was forced to kill him.
Vegeta then faced Kakarot himself, but wasn’t easily overpowered. The fight was evened out enough for Vegeta to resort to creating an artificial moon (because the Earth’s moon had ‘mysteriously’ disappeared) and use it to transform into a great ape. This tactic proved to be useless when Yajirobe cut off his fuzzy monkey tail, and he shrank back down to size. He was finished off however, when the same moon he put out transformed Gohan, Goku’s son, into an ape, and beat the tar out of Vegeta, before he was able to use Krillin’s Destructo Disc technique to cut off his tail in turn. He was crushed then and sent call for his space pod to pick him up and take him back to one of Frieza’s base.
IV. CHARACTER PERSONALITY
Vegeta is a hateful, bitter, spiteful man. Underneath his calm, snaky exterior is a raging little beast in dire need of exploding on something--anything. He’s cold and ruthless, hurting (and killing, though probably not in this case) anyone in his way to get what he wants. He’s arrogant and completely full of himself, overly confident in his ability and strength and tending to underestimate opponents stronger than he is. Afterall, he is the Prince of all Saiyans. What could possibly be stronger than him?
As a child, Vegeta had been held at the mercy of Frieza, threatened into doing dirty work lest he wanted his father to be killed. For most of his life after the demolition of his father, people and home planet, Vegeta focused the most on being the strongest, the best of the best. He was the best by default, but there were still others under Frieza’s command that were stronger physically and he had an insatiable need to surpass them, constantly dreaming of the day that Frieza would no longer give them orders to follow. He also believed that it was his destiny to become a Super Saiyan, though that has not come into fruition no matter how much he has trained, and the prospect was still just an idea. He’s frustrated and angry, not just at others in his life but also himself, whether he realizes it or not.
Being Royalty, Vegeta also comes with a superiority complex. He allows the title of Prince go straight to his widow’s peak, and is arrogant and condescending towards others in most situations. In confrontational situations, the Prince can become violent. Cold and calculating, he makes sure to kill--or in this case, maim--his opponent either instantly or slowly and painfully. He can be methodical in his violence, or become explosive with his anger.
When Vegeta’s beliefs are compromised, he can become explosively angry and there’s a chance it will become violent. He can’t handle the very idea that what he believes in can simply be uprooted. Nor can he stand having his weaknesses being exploited, or even pointed out for that matter, and can erupt into a complete rage at the drop of a hat.
In addition to that, if Vegeta is in a good mood, he is, at best, snappish and satirical, usually insulting or mocking someone on their weaknesses or shortcomings. He feels no guilt or remorse for putting people down emotionally, or even beating them physically for that matter. Hell, he’d sooner punch a girl than tell her she’s pretty. Vegeta knows he’s evil and takes pride in it, finding the emotions of humans and do-gooders to be a hindrance to becoming powerful.
V. IN-GAME
DANGER LEVEL: Level 2
WHY DO YOU WANT TO PLAY THE CHARACTER IN THIS PARTICULAR GAME AND SETTING?
Vegeta’s an epically amazing thing to totally screw with. He’s a violent little man and could prove to be a true issue, both horrifically and comically, for the staff and maybe even other patients. He’s also a very dark character: cold, ruthless, violent, batshit insane and totally scary. Not to mention he’s a total narcissistic brat. I think he would be an interesting addition to the patient roster, and be something of a nuisance. I believe he can and will make shit happen. He sure as hell won’t be shy about doing any recon. Or making a scene. Ha!
WHAT WILL THEIR DIAGNOSIS BE?
Antisocial Personality Disorder, Psychopathy
SAMPLES
VI. THIRD PERSON
[Note - I just assumed that he would be physically healed when he arrives at the asylum for this example post. If not, could you please let me know? That way I‘ll know how to accurately portray his arrival, *if approved*^^.]
The last thing Vegeta clearly remembered was a blatant struggle to keep himself afloat, speeding across the cosmos in his space pod with life threatening injuries that haunted him even in his dreams. He lost consciousness and was admitted to life support by the computer, but waking up, he felt numb in a sense, physical pain of every possible sort gone from his body. What he saw when he woke, his vision blurry at best, was not the interior of his pod or the chemical filled dome walls of a rejuvenation tank, but pasty grey.
He was on his back, of course, though his body raped of its most immediate assets. His gloves and boots were gone, as well as his broken and otherwise useless armor piece, and his skin tight under-suit had been replaced by mediocre patient rags. He laid there for a moment, a rounded corner of a clipboard gently grazing the edge of his bare foot. His head throbbed and he grimaced, a hand going up to his temple, elbow stiffly creaking like rusty metal bending under an enormous weight. He groaned to his own touch, his deeply narrowed eyes shutting tightly after their brief gaze on the world around him.
He sat himself up, hand migrating over his eyes. His foot jarred, causing the clipboard to slip and clatter against the floor. Standing with a hard grunt, Vegeta opened his eyes once again, peering around the room with squinting eyes, his vision still failing him. It was an enclosed space, tight walls all around him almost like a cage, but with menial room for movement at the very least. He went to the door, pounding his palms against it, all the while still trying to regain his normal composure.
“What is this,” he growled deep in his throat, his snaky voice hissing with every word. “Where the hell am I…” The door itself was a flat plane tightly snug within its frame. He couldn’t get a grip on it, and it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard he pushed. It had no door handle, and Vegeta could only find himself scratching and punching and kicking at the damn thing.
“What is this?” he rose his voice to a near yell, one eye tightly shut as the other continued to strain. “Let me OUT!” Panic rose in his chest, as well as a fit of rage he couldn’t ignore. He was locked in a room with nothing at his disposal. He was trapped. He was a prisoner. He shook himself into a violent fit, punching at the door before him, growling and grunting with each blow he landed.
VII. FIRST PERSON
[ He stands in his cell, feet planted firmly on the ground and looking up to the ceiling. His knuckles are red and bleeding, matching the specks of blood on the southeastern wall. ]
I AM THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS! YOU CANNOT KEEP ME LOCKED UP IN HERE!
[ A vein throbs in his temple and he growls like an angry cat. ]
Mark my words! I’ll be sure to KILL every single ONE OF YOU as SOON AS I GET OUT! DO YOU HEAR ME?
[ He then goes to assault the door, punching and kicking it hard, leaving little more than a teeny tiny dent and blood from his bare feet and knuckles. ]
I am the Prince of all Saiyans! [ He says while still attacking the door, his blows weakening with each throw. ] I will NOT! Be locked UP! AGAIN!
[ He nearly collapses against the door, face creased in a tight grimace. ]
You will have to let me out at some point… [ He smirks then, albeit painfully. ]
And when that time comes… [ His smirk fades into a scowl. ] …You will know the wrath of Prince Vegeta…