[center][h1][color=cyan][u]B E R Y L[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] • Planet Baslora • 
[sub][b]Age 762 (Date Unknown)[/b]
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Last to exit her pod after the landing, the firm-bodied blue-skinned woman crossed her arms at the sound of her disagreeing squad. Anxiously, she rubbed the material of her fingerless gloves against her arms; A bad habit she had when she was impatient on deciding what to do. Her large, waist-length poofy red hair flowed lightly in what little breeze there was as she exited her pod, and she was growing a bit annoyed fast at the fact that they couldn't make up their minds. 

Another impatient trait of hers was tapping her fingers on the black chest plate she wore for armor; It didn't protect much, honestly. Her shoulders were still exposed, and she had a midriff where the armor cut off and where the white buckled baggy pants began; Trailing all the way down her legs and only revealing the ends of the sharp white boots she wore. Her blue eyes scanned the area; Left eye taking note of the information from her scouter, but nothing of real interest was around. What a waste of time; one of them could have dispatched and taken care of this, in her opinion. But they were here now, so they might as well get it over with.

[color=cyan]"Weak readings like that aren't very threatening. I suggest a bit of both; We observe for now, and if they get on our nerves or require it, we'll blow them to pieces."[/color] Beryl offered a neutral ground, trying to give everyone a bit of what they wanted, just so they could get going faster. Despite her strong front, she was honestly uncomfortable with this work; She didn't like the idea of destroying races, or enslaving them. That mostly came from her own race being enslaved, aside from those who fought back who were killed. Showing second thoughts wasn't smart, though. She didn't want anyone getting upset at her, or worse, reporting her opinions. 

She'd be dead, for sure.

[color=violet]"Another vote for the peaceful approach."[/color]
[color=green]"So we'll head for the capitol?"[/color]

[color=cyan]"For all we know, those low energy readings are coming from the capitol of this dump."[/color] Berly replied, disappointment already in her voice.

[color=yellow]"If that's the case, we ought to just destroy it! They're too weak to be of use to Lord Frieza."[/color]

Beryl shrugged at the comment. That wasn't an incorrect statement... With that amount of energy, whatever was on this planet would be on Frieza's exterminate list easily. Maybe something would spark up some more powerful individuals from this planet, though that was possibly just her daydreaming. She didn't constantly lust for a fight, but honestly if she could get killed without looking like a coward it almost sounded better than working under Frieza. There wasn't any good competition though, and that made it a huge problem.

[color=cyan]"Opinions, Arkos? I do believe your input will matter here."[/color] The woman questioned, a small smile on her face. That Saiyan tended to stay out of these discussions, but he was strong: His opinion carried a bit of weight, and could probably solidify or shatter her suggestion to the squad. He never seemed as blood-thirsty as the other Saiyans; Most of them gloated about beating down on weak opponents, while he seemed to prefer only picking fights with people who could match him or surpass him. It was some sort of pride thing, she figured, but it made him seem better than most of those irritating apes.

[Hider=Click Me!]Actually found a good design for what I was going for. An OC I found, similarly to you. Haha. I hope the name is close enough to Berry to count as a decent dragon ball name... Otherwise I'll feel a bit dumb lol.

[img]https://img00.deviantart.net/27ae/i/2015/116/c/2/dbz__zangya_by_drabounz-d48mhqm.png[/img][/Hider]