Name: Satchi
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: Satchi is a human woman, standing at a rather small 5 foot 4. Her skin is a healthy peach color, obviously from eating healthily and exercise, and her build, despite being slim and womanly, showcases that she is not to be trifled with lightly. Her face is heart-shaped and considered pretty amongst other humans her own age, and very youthful, still looking within the cusps of adulthood. Minor freckles dot over the bridge of her nose, complimenting her deep blue, bright aqua eyes. Her hair is a bright blonde, and rather long, going down to her waist in silky locks, with bangs criss-crossing over her forehead and slightly in her eyes. Her travelling attire are a pair of yellow shorts, hard-soled travelling sneakers, and a form-fitting white t-shirt, sleeveless. Over this, unzipped, is a jacket that stops right below her chest, a burnt red in color. On the back of the jacket is the capsule corp logo, complete with the brand name beneath it. She also wears a pair of dust coloured fingerless gloves.
Moves:
-Flurry of Rage:
Satchi unleashes a barrage of punches and kicks far quicker than that of her normal speed. This is only ever really unleashed during a fit of rage and as such cannot be done on purpose.
-Insane Laser:
Satchi raises her hand to her head, with her fingers pointing upwards in a gun-like pose. Her eyes close before she quickly opens them and drops her hand, gripping her wrist and pointing it to her enemy. A bright blue beam fires from her fingers and obliterates anything in her path.
-Super Hero:
Satchi honours her father by doing some of his signature moves in one gruesome attack. She first suplexes her enemy, before rolling back over and powerbombing them. She then positions herself so that her legs are locked around her opponents arm and they are unable to escape. She then at least attempts to break their arm or at least pull it from its socket.
Personality:
Satchi is a very headstrong young woman who is still at the end of her 'rebellious' phase. She has been known to disregard most authority and go her own way. That being said, if the authority is someone she liked or respected, she would follow the order, albeit with a bit of banter. She is rather sensitive about her height and is quick to send a punch to the jaw of anyone 'rude' enough to comment on it. She is rather loud mouthed and could practically talk about anything for hours without a stop if you let her. During battle she can be equally as loud, insulting and taunting her enemies while sending hit after hit their way. She is an adept learner and her parents often said that if she had stuck in at school she could have been a scholar rather than a fighter. The one thing you must remember with Satchi is to not get between her and her food. She loves food almost as much as she loves life and is willing to defend it like a bear would defend its cub.

History:
Satchi was born in West City to a baker and a famous wrestler who went under the alias of "Super Hero". A rather uninspired name, but one nonetheless. She had two older brothers growing up, with whom Satchi would often get into fights. A psychiatrist would probably pin her tomboyish attitude down to this, but none could have probably gotten close enough to her without her attempting to suplex them, even at her young age. While her mother wanted Satchi to go into baking like she had done, Satchi was much more interested in the wrestling that her father did. She was signed up for martial arts lessons at the age of 7 and had achieved mastery of at least 2 by the age of 9. To say she was an adept learner would be an understatement.

That being said, she didn't do exceptionally well at school. She would often sneak out in order to go watch wrestling or kung fu or even to get into fights herself. Her teachers did not approve to put it bluntly. She bothered and badgered her parents to allow her to enter the World Martial Arts tournament every time the sign ups started. Of course, they did not allow her, fearing that she would be utterly destroyed by the much stronger and bigger contestants. Satchi was devastated each time, throwing practically the exact same tantrum each time she was denied. She was happy to see her father enter one year, something which he ultimately regretted.

He was doing rather well in the tournament, progressing rapidly through the ranks until he had reached the semi-finals. When he met his final opponent. The man was a behemoth, towering over anyone who stood in his way. He humiliated Satchi's father, doing an array of embarrassing moves which ultimately left her father's reputation in tatters. He came home broken, and took his own life a few months after the event happened. Satchi was devastated, she was in her mid teens at this time and made the rather stupid decision to run away from home. She stole her neighbours motorcycle and rode off in the direction of East City.

Satchi made a living through various impromptu races and fighting tournaments. Her small stature and size put her at a slight advantage to her opponents as they often underestimated her which in turn led to her being able to get the upperhand early on in the fight. Her 'fun' stopped when she challenged a rather old martial arts master to a fight. The master thrashed her, beating her before she could get more than one hit in. That one hit was enough though, the master hadn't been hit in years unless he had allowed it. He saw great potential within Satchi and instead of taking her money, offered her training in exchange for it. Satchi was rather raw about the fight at first, stating that she didn't need his help and that he had just gotten lucky. She hopped on her bike and threw the money at him, driving off into the night wounded and bruised.

She returned the next day with tears in her eyes and an apology on her lips. She explained to the master about her father and his death and how she had been living since then. He understood completely and gave her a place to stay within his house while he trained her, day and night. For the entire time she stayed with the master she only ever saw about 30 people other than him. He was in the middle of a desert so not many other apprentices came looking for him, and those who did quickly changed their mind after seeing Satchi being forced to lift a rock the size of a house. Other than that, it was mainly people from a local village that her master often got Satchi to deliver products to from his farm that made up the vast majority of other people.

She finished her training around the time she turned 18. Her master had taught her a great deal about respect and discipline but not enough it seemed for her to refrain from playfully calling him 'old man' once more before she left. It was clear in her mind what she had to do after her training was complete. She travelled to Papaya island to sign up for the World Martial Arts Tournament. She tore through everyone up until the finals. Where she met the very man that caused her fathers death. She obliterated him, not letting him get a hit in before she sent him flying out of the ring. She was deemed the champion and sent swaggering happily into the sunset with her prize money. She returned back to her master, only to find it empty. The majority of his belongings were still there, but some various objects had gone missing. Fearing the worst, Satchi went out in search of her master.

She travelled all over the world, honing her fighting skills under various fighting schools and tournaments while she searched for the man who made her the fighter she was today. To her slight annoyance and bountiful joy, she received a postcard while staying in a hotel. As it turned out, her master had gone in search of 'Love' and found a young girl with whom he was staying with on some island resort. While Satchi could have spotted a gold digger like that from a mile off, it seems the old men wasn't as adept in that art.

Just before her transfer by Trunks, Satchi was attempting to use what was left of her prize money after the purchase of a new motorcycle in the pursuit of buying a restaurant and running it as her own. It seems that this hope of settling down will have to wait.

Xalam is a tall, muscular Namekian - his stature being taller than Earthlings/Humans, and most Namekians, 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: 12. By human standards, he has the appearance and youthfulness of a young adult, despite his age. He stopped aging at around 4 to 5 years old.
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. 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 growing, battle-weary 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 three 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. At the age of 5, Xalam was training in spars - holding his own against about half of the village's Namek. It was something reminiscent to fun...but it was also training, and so good enough. He trained, trained, and trained, joining different competitions and arenas to showcase his skill, and protecting his planet. He did this hardcore training - fighting beasts, mutated and normal, fighting off bandits, enemies, hunting wildlife, and finally, sharpening and controlling his own ruthless fighting style against his brothers and sisters within the village. Years passed. Good times have to end. It just so happened to end whilst he was at the age of 12.

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, aliens, tamed beasts, and fiends that attacked their Outpost for the minor loot. They fought valiantly, but his clan slaughtered, Xalam was vengeful and rage-filled, flying into combat.

He was a strong Namekian, and although he managed to kill groups and squadrons of their force, it wasn't enough. They overwhelmed him. Torn and bleeding, 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 meditation for the next few months, Shenron observed, and finally, once those few months passed, answered the young Namekian's 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]

Nova Barrage: Xalam blasts forward at a teleporting speed, his fist, glowing a mystical and powerful purple, slamming into the enemy, causing an explosion of pure power and force that heavily damages the enemy depending on the enemy's skill and physical prowess. He then teleports behind them, all of his limbs glowing the same purplish color, and attacks them in a barrage of blurring punches and kicks, the final hit exploding in a minor purple concussive blast, and blasting the enemy away, if they survive. [Signature Attack]

Nova Genesis: Xalam extends both of his arms to the side, gathering two large orbs of pure purple and black Ki in each hand. He then brings his hands together, forming a larger and larger ball of purple and black ki, before blasting it at the enemy. It takes a few seconds longer to charge, but the effects are powerful - a massive explosion of powerful purple and black Ki, that destroys everything it blasts against. The longer he charges it, the more powerful and destructive the attack is. Generally takes a lot of energy, but a sort of last-resort/finishing attack. [Ultimate Move]

Telekinesis: Xalam can control objects and even bodies with his mind, although this takes concentration, and can cause headaches - which is why he meditates a lot. The bigger the item/the more powerful the foe, the more mental energy it takes to move. He generally uses this in conjunction with combat, by yanking foes towards him, or blasting objects out of his path with a yank of the hand. It's not precise or powerful enough to use it solely in combat, meaning he can only use it to supplement his abilities. No users of telekinesis can solely use it for action, as the power itself simply isn't powerful and accurate enough.

Name: Dimitri Silvera a.k.a Android thirty seven.
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty four
Race: Android
Appearance: Dimitri stands at approximately 6'2" in height and weighs two hundred twelve pounds. He is of bi-racial descent (or at least he was prior to his modification) and is a mixture between African and Latin american. His physique has not changed much from his human life, save for a slight increase in his musculature for the sake of intimidation, overall he's best described as "bear mode fit". Dimitri's skin is a light shade of brown and his face is slightly round with a relatively small nose and moderately high cheekbones. There isn't any facial hair to be found save for his goatee, and his black hair is cut in the standard high and tight fashion. His most striking feature would be his eyes, which are ice blue, and a pair of ki draining nodes on his palms, as is the standard of the later models of Red Ribbon Army androids (although his are malfunctioning and cannot hold onto any energy he drains for more than three minutes). Clothing consists of a red beret with the red ribbon insignia, a dark grey military jacket, dog tags, a black tank top, grey cargo pants, and a black pair of jackboots.
Moves:
-Monstrous barrage: Dimitri tackles his opponent to the ground and straddles them. He then proceeds to unleash a barrage of punches to the victim's face, ending the assault with a point blank ki blast
-Indian giver: Dimitri latches onto and drains energy from his opponent before unleashing it back onto the target along with some of his own energy.
-Peek-a-boo: Dimitri grapples his opponent and throws them into the air before blasting them with optic beams
-Minefield assault (requires a solid surface): Dimitri places his palm to the ground and unleashes a dozen ki blasts into it. The ki blasts are guided towards the general direction of the opponent, however outside of this Dimitri cannot control when and where they will ultimately pop up.
Personality: The red ribbon army has surprisingly allowed Dimitri to keep his ability to feel emotions which allows him to be slightly more adaptable than some of the earlier android models (barring androids 17 & 18), though his more positive emotions are somewhat stunted due to a lack of interaction with anything that isn't a soldier of some sort. Due to his programing Dimitri believes that the Red Ribbon Army is completely justified in their actions, thinking that the world requires order that only they can provide. This programming occasionally comes into conflict with what remains of his humanity which has rooted itself in his subconscious as a result of him being allowed emotions. This internal conflict is a source of frustration for Dimitri as he does not know how to put an end to it. Without the Red Ribbon Army constantly watching him, Dimitri's old personality may begin to exhibit the more mellow and brotherly temperament he used to display as a human. Or he might be driven insane by the internal conflict. It could go either way.

History: Dimitri hails from a universe in which the Red Ribbon Army was successful in seizing full control of the globe. In this universe the RRA was not completely destroyed by the efforts of Son Goku and was able to regain enough of its resources to build a new facility and continue their plans. A startling differences between this universe and the main one is that son goku and his friends where all defeated by the hand of Piccolo Jr., and as a result, androids 17 and 18 where designed and created much earlier to kill him instead so as to remove any threat to the RRA's seizure of the world. Time went on and later models where built, some being further modified as a result of the arrival of Raditz to earth.

This is where Dimitri comes in. After the arrival and swift disposal of the low rank saiyan warrior, he was designed as part of the "model 30 line" to protect the earth from increasingly powerful threats such as the saiyan elites Vegeta and Nappa whom had come to earth after the disappearance of Raditz rather than to search for the dragon balls (Dimitri did not personally engage these two, rather it was an earlier model 30). When androids 17 and 18 proved to be too unruly to be useful assets he was dispatched alongside another of his model line to track and dispatch the pair after they defected. He was making relatively decent headway with his hunt when he was transported to the time nest. Needless to say, Dimitri was not pleased, and considering his history with androids neither was Trunks. One intense scuffle later and Dimitri was eventually forced to agree to help, if only so he could return to his own time.

Name: Winter
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Frost Demon (Frieza Clan/Race)

Appearance:

Moves:
Death Beam
Death Slicer
Ki Blast Cannon
Meteor Crash
Unrelenting Barrage

Personality: Those who speak to Winter will quickly find that something seems... wrong about him. He is somewhat cold to the goings on of others but he isn't stand offish or even unfriendly. He just seems more focused on what is going on inside of his head then he is of the world around him. Those that can see into matters of the heart or can read emotions through the motions of the body who see Winter fight or train will quickly uncover at least part of the puzzle; There is a lot of pain in his heart and it is fueling an inferno of hatred within his soul, but what happened and who that hatred is aimed at is unknown. If someone doesn't reach out and connect with him before it is too late, there is no telling what dark path Winter may find himself following.

History: Winter was the youngest of three boys growing up, the youngest child of the noble House Winter and thus raised to hold himself to a high standard in order to maintain the family's image. While House Winter had never been able to raise itself to a position of king of their people, they were an older family that were as respected for their wisdom and wise council as they were praised as fighters.

When would be King Cold launched his coup to seize control of the crown, he first tried to bury House Winter with a detachment of his men and tried to use numbers to make up for the difference in skill. Despite the element of surprise and greater numbers Cold's forces were slaughtered with little harm to House Winter. When his own troops failed, Cold sent in waves of alien mercenaries to try instead. While at first the battle clearly favored House Winter, the raising of the moon caused several of the mercenaries to transform into giant monkeys before rampaging through their holdings with an huge power boost. Despite the overwhelming power of the aliens, House Winter managed to cut them down... but with great cost.

When Cold, after slaughtering the ruling royal family and claiming the crown for himself, arrived at House Winter's holdings, there was only a token amount of clan members left alive and standing, battered and beaten but still fighting. Once Cold joined the fight, there was simply no stopping him as he cut down one member of House Winter after another until only Winter and his brothers were left. Charging the so called 'King' together, Winter was the first to reach him and attack only to be knocked aside and into a wall. Buried in rubble, he watched helplessly as his brothers were cut down before him before he himself vanished in a bright light.

Name: Sinthe
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Earthling

Appearance: Sinthe stands at the height of six feet and weighs around 250 pounds, he has long raven colored hair on his head that stops just past his shoulders, Sinthe has two bright blue eyes that sometimes glow, he has light brown skin, he has a small nose on his face and no facial hair on his chin or jawline. Sinthe has a mesomorph build looking like he's at his physical peak with his muscles and strength.

Sinthe wears what he considers to be simple clothing, he wears a black sleeveless martial arts gi uniform with bright white bandages wrapped around his forearms, knuckles and fingers, on his feet he wears simple boots to protect his feet from debris that could be sticking out of the ground, wrapped around his neck he wears a simple white scarf that some times covers his mouth.

Moves:
-Traveler's spear: Sinthe throws a beam of energy in the shape of spear.
-Destruction blast: Sinthe fires a large amount of ki into a front blast with both hands.
-Rain of destruction: Sinthe fires several ki blast into the sky and makes it rain with smaller ki shots.
-Destruction combo: Sinthe unleashes a barrage of kicks and punches at high speed and ends with a powerful blast.

Personality: Sinthe can be a quiet guy who only speaks when he feels obligated to, he's the type of person to call another out on their faults and admit to his own without being a hypocrite, unlike many others he feels weapons are useless and his hands and feet are the most suitable weapons he should use in a fight, he's very opened minded towards others, but when it comes to people who act prideful, he instantly loses all respect for the person with the prideful personality.

Sinthe isn't the type of person to talk about himself too much, and doesn't like too, he's apart of a secrete group that taught him how to be a strong combatant, and doesn't talk about the secrete group at all. Sinthe's fighting style is mostly a mix of Ki attacks and melee attacks, but it's mostly melee attacks, and when he's not in a fight he's not too bad when it comes to directing others in a fight, giving orders and warnings to the person he's helping.

History: Sinthe was born apart of a group that worships The Lord of destruction, Beerus, he was born on a full moon and on the date Lord Beerus arrived on earth for the second time, the group believed that he absorbed some of the god's energy when Beerus arrived at their dojo. After being birthed, Sinthe was forced into an intense training regime with almost no breaks, before he reached age nine the training nearly broke him down but Sinthe put up with the training and soon adjusted to it.

When he reached age fifteen he was stronger than most of the professional students in the dojo and strongest within the entire group, when Sinthe realized this he began to journey away from the group and the dojo to search for Lord Beerus for better training without telling anyone about it, and during his travels he beat several people weaker than him using his martial arts alone, but most of the people he defeated were ones without Ki attacks or proper martial arts. When Sinthe finally thought he found a lead, he oddly was transported to another place or world all together with a giant green dragon, and the rest is just history.

Name: Coffey

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Race: Human

Appearance: Coffey
But without the earrings I guess...

Moves:

• Automatic Defense: Automatic Defense is a contiuous spell that continues in the background as Coffey fights, the spell can only be active for a few seconds at a time and must cooldown for as long as it was active but while it is active, will automatically teleport Coffey out of the path of fast moving objects that approach him. This spell is necessary for him to fight Ki users who are often faster than he can even react to.
• Lightning Rain: Coffey summons a massive magical lightning bolt from above, far more powerful than any real lightning; this spell's large AoE is useful for hitting enemies whom he cannot track
• Magic Beam: Coffey fires a low power blast of magic; doesn't have any major advantages other than being easy to use
• Conjury: Coffey can conjure simple objects (like clothes) out of nothing

Personality: Coffey is friendly and curtious to a fault; he is not particularly selfless or generous but I'll be damned if he isn't polite. He's kind in word, spirit, and demenour at almost all times, even when anger or aggression is thrown his way. Coffey is however, not particularly heroic, his kindness is entirely genuine but it does not go beyond civility; he has no intentions of sharing when he doesn't have to, and will not lay his neck on the line for others without something in return.