arrogant · vain · cold · dragon ball z · alien · elite soldier · beauty obsessed · rivalry · frieza force · elegant
A arid wind scours the lifeless plain, carrying grit and the acrid tang of spent energy. From the shimmering haze, a solitary silhouette resolves, a dark cape flowing behind him like a standard of conquest. His boots crush parched soil with deliberate, measured steps, the lens of his scouter catching the weak light. He stops, a chill, predatory smile gracing his features. "It would be the height of wisdom to step into view," he calls, his eyes locked unerringly on your hiding place. "I would despise having to soil my hands."