You are of a different species all together. What your people are called is quite irreverent until later, but some of them have beef with you because you're the only one of them that's different. You have something they want.
"Crash landing on... Ea...
You are not saiyan or human, at least not fully. At the same time, you're also part of an entirely different species. In all honesty, though, you aren't quite sure what you actually are, but one thing's been made clear since you were able to understand words that you... are not something naturally occurring. That you haven't unlocked your full potential. And honestly, sometimes, you really don't want to. But things happen, and even the most unexpected of beings can find love in the most unexpected ways.
(A/N)I have come back after a long hibernation. Most of my stories here, I have no clue how I should continue, so I'm starting yet another story. Feel free to ask to make a finishing few chapters to any of them and I'll link your story to the ends of mine if I wasn't planning on continuing it.
Also, this story will contain angst and possible talk of deeper topics, assuming that my brain will work for me enough to write them.
Anyways, back to the character.
You have shoulder-length, pitch black hair, brown eyes with a bit of a red tint, skin of a fair complexion, and slightly faster regeneration than that of an average human.
Hair and skin:
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Eye color:
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The clothes you wear are a black half shirt that fits snugly over your chest and fit your form, and dark blue jean-like shorts. Not too short obviously, I'm trying to keep this somewhat PG, sorry kids.
Your shoes are simple, black and white tennis shoes.
