Xalam is a tall, muscular young Namekian - his stature being taller than any other Earthlings/Humans,and he's still growing until he reaches the pinnacle of his maturity. His skin is the same deep green as most Namekians, and other than his height - which is above average - there's nothing overtly distinctive. His features are sharp and mature, with dark eyes and sharper-than-average teeth, and the standard antennae. His outfit consists of folded, white cloth wrapped around his neck and shoulders, along with a tight, durable black obi wrapped around his lower abdomen/waist. He wears long, baggy white gi-pants, which are tucked into brown boots. His fore-arms and hands are wrapped tightly with bandages, leaving the fingers free - along with the palms, for his Ki attacks. All of his clothing is weighted heavily, due to his body's regenerative functions, his muscles heal quickly from the strain, and thusly, his form is physically exceptional, in terms of strength, speed, and durability.

Name: Xalam [Zie-Yam]
Age: Unknown.
Race: Namekian
Gender: Asexual; Has male organs, and goes by male pronouns.

Personality: Events in his past has tailored Xalam to who he is today. A serious and focused young man, Xalam sees no personal glory in the act of childish games. He tends to keep to himself; an emotionally distant person that would rather train for hours on end by himself, or sit down and study the history of the world, strategic techniques, or knowledge on Ki. His gruff demeanor could put a few people off, especially combined with his temper; Xalam is a calm young man, but whenever he gets mad, you can generally tell...and it isn't a pleasant experience. He is serious about becoming the world's strongest protector, and his undying, immortal focus and determination shows this. His potential is endless, and he is still developing, but so far, he has shown himself to be a sharp-witted, strong, serious, and focused Namekian with a penchant for combat and battle. While these traits would make him a great leader, his emotional distance tends to keep him from making any personal connections, which is a necessity for someone with charisma. He's more intimidating than charismatic, anyways. He has a very dry, witty sense of humor that comes off as dry and abrasive at times, and can surprise most people due to his stony demeanor.

Background Information: Xalam's life on New Namak was...rough, at best. He awoke from a scarred egg, in the ruins of one of the many settlements on the conquered and destroyed Planet Namek. The first few years of life was hard at best; in succession of the Meta Cooler's attack, multiple types of bandits and beasts prawled New Namek, eating whatever survivors they could. He remember trying to sneak around one such beast - a large tiger - only for it to notice him and attempt to eat him whole. He barely escaped, after hitting it on the snout with enough force to skid it backwards and crack the bones and cartilage there.

That's where he learned of his strength. He continued to travel through the ruins as a little Namek, self-learning from the books he salvage from different destroyed villages, while his combat ability was developed from self-defense against the beasts and bandits. Eventually, he found a barely-surviving outpost on New Namek, owned by one of the last few Warrior Clans. The Chief, noticing the five year old's torn, bleeding, and roughed-up body, instantly took him in, despite past events making him hesitant about taking in strangers. There, Xalam healed due to the safe, if not ruined environment. The Chief, seeing how the boy was so resilient, decided that there was some sort of fortune with him.

Although not one of the Dragon Clan, he could sense potential; and this boy had unimaginable potential. Xalam agreed instantly to the training, even though he was told that it would be extremely difficult...the man wasn't kidding. The entire outpost seemed to help out with training their new hope, seeing as it was extremely rare to see a Namek kid - especially one physically strong. However...good times have to end. At the age of 14, Xalam was training with a spar - holding his own against about half of the village's Namek, although it was half-because it was just a spar, and so no one really tried to kill each other...but cracked and broken bones were something of a norm. It was something reminiscent to fun...but it was also training, and so good enough. Years passed, and he trained, trained, and trained, joining different competitions and arenas to showcase his skill, and protecting his planet.

The invasion was swift and destructive.

It was a stealth attack, and although Xalam could barely sense it, he could do nothing to stop the droves of mercenaries, warriors, tamed beasts, and fiends that attacked their Outpost for the minor loot. His clan slaughtered, Xalam was vengeful and rage-filled, flying into combat.

He was a strong Namekian, and although he managed to kill fractions their force, it wasn't enough, as they also had different species speckled in, and all of them knew Ki attacks. Torn and bleeding, like he was, nine years ago, Xalam escaped on one of the Outpost's hidden pods, not used because the direction and planet it sent you was randomized. He only did this because...because he needed to grow stronger. He knew that the mercenaries and fiends would destroy New Namek, or at least make it uninhabitable. He did not want to see other countless lives destroyed

Wherever he landed, he would protect it with his life.

As he drifted off into a hibernating sleep, Shenron answered his inner thoughts.

Nova Beam: Xalam clenches his fist over his heart, swiftly building powerful Ki into his hand, directly from the energy source surrounding the beating organ, before pointing it at the target. Streamlined and focused purple Ki is blasted from the his palm, blasting through the air and impacting against the opponent at high-speeds, usually with enough force to puncture through. Once a few seconds passes, the beam explodes against whatever it is still impacting with. Although it's still in the works, through sheer training and development, the technique has the potential to grow incredibly powerful, with varying, and increasingly destructive and lethal effects. [Signature Attack]