Apologies from me

[Yamcha]

Guys, I apologize for getting angry at you all and I would like to say that Dana did not mean to insult you all. So things have calmed down on our side and I would like to join again. You don't have to accept me, I just want to make sure we are cool instead of staying away and hurting myself.

PS If you do accept me, I would like to be Vegeta.

Kind regards,

Yamcha/Justin.

[Taku]

Uh....Sure, your Ok by my books. I just have to get the OK from my Bosses before you do anything.

[Taku]

Your good to go. But to be Vegeta, you know the drill

[Vegeta]

Could you unban me? I can't do nothing with this crappy notebook.

[Vegeta]

And for those of you wondering, yes, I was IP banned. So now I'm using a different IP from my bud's house.

[Goten]

You should be unbanned now.

[Vegeta]

Thank you very much Chibs. Your kindness is appreciated.

Character name:Vegeta
Character age:30
Character race:Saiyan
Character starting job:Rogue fighter
Starting planet:Earth
How did you find us:I was once a member
Why do you want this character, and why do you think you deserve him/her? Because I have many creative turns for Vegeta that could really bring out my true roleplaying potential
Role-play Example: 200-300 words long. (Can be a old RP)
Yamcha was sitting on his cozy sofa stuffing his face with many snacks.
He had all of the sudden had a craving for everything he had seen. His
mouth crammed with chocolate,strawberry, and vanilla cakes-along with a
little soda- he started to laugh.

"That's comical," He started, "Who would've thought of hitting someone
with a back of the hammer!" Yamcha soon swallowed and sat back. His
afternoon snack had became a meal and plates and bowls were lying
everywhere, empty except for crumbs and icing. "Did I eat that much?"
The warrior looked around. He quickly gathered his mess and dumped it
into the sink. He turned the water on and started to clean his face.
"Wonder how much I weigh?" The human walked towards a nearby scale and
weighed himself. The wait wasn't long until it beeped. He looked down.
"200 pounds!" He exclaimed, "I've been exercising how is that
possible!" The warrior grabbed his forehead and lay down on the couch.
He flipped through the guide on his channels for some exercise shows. A
lady with a million dollar smile was on.

"Now, for some squat thrusts," She said. She was wearing black tights
and a purple tank top. "One, two three and four. And one and two and
three and four...." The exercise went on and on until Yamcha was
annoyed. He opened his palm and threw a ki blast at the screen.

"That shut her up," The warrior said with a smile. He did not think of
buying a new one just yet. "I need some real exercise, not some idiot
girl in tights and a tank top, even though she was cute. I know, I'll
jog around South City! It's large and it took me forever to catch that
last crook that was there." He smiled and headed out of the door. The
warrior looked up at the crystal blue sky and the puffy white clouds.
They seemed to form shapes but he did not take much interest in
noticing them. Yamcha flew into the air and headed south for his jog.
The flight was a long, but enjoyable experience. Many still watch in
awe as the art of Buuku Jutsu is performed. They would never know what
it is like to be as light as air if they did not believe. To some it
was normal and they only waved. After awhile this amused Yamcha and he
started to do funny things like flex his muscles or do super hero
poses. With a few miles to go, Yamcha started smiling. "I've gotten
faster," He spoke to himself. His face was now concentrated on a large
building that land marked South city for him. It was almost like the
Empire State Building of New York. Only difference was 2 inches and
less tourists, floors, and workers. The warrior decided to look down.
The road seemed to be a gray and yellow, warped blur. Yamcha looked
ahead again. As he was looking he realized he was only a few inches
from the building. "WHOA!" The human kicked his feet out and leaned
back. His feet made a touchdown on the building's side. "Close one."
Yamcha had forgot that he wasn't using Buuku Jutsu anymore and started
to slip. He clawed his nails into the side of the building and started
to skid down, leaving marks of his imprints. He closed his eyes,
expecting the worst. The warrior came close to the bottom and came to a
sudden halt. The people stared and pointed at him holding onto the
building like a small cat afraid for its life. They started into a
large guffaw at his fear. Yamcha opened his eyes to see fingers, fat
and bony, short and long and deformed fingers pointing at him. He let
go and held his head down. "Go on and laugh it up while you still can,"
The warrior spoke in a low voice. He sped into the air, away from the
crowd. The sun was now starting to set and making the red color over
the horizon. The human pulled out a rock and marked his spot on the
sidewalk. "I should wind up back here when I'm done." He hunched over
into a running pose and started. His feet were kicking his backside and
pushing his body forward. His eye were squinted a sweat formed right
along his brow. Yamcha wiped it away in fear of it getting into his
eyes. His arms started to flail wildly.

"Get off of me you bastard!" A lady's voice screamed. The warrior
turned his head into the direction of the voice. It was a small lady,
probably in her 20's or 30's and she was snatching her purse away from
a bandit. During this process she began to beat on his head. Her fists
swung wildly and most of them connected.

"Leave her alone!" Yamcha yelled. The bandit let one hand off of the purse and the other still gripped tightly on the strap.

"Who are you and what are you going to do about it?" The bandit asked
with a scowl. He was wearing a hockey mask making him look like Jason.

"I be Batman!" Yamcha yelled with his fist on his hips. He made his voice mysterious and deep.

"Really?" The bandit asked, "Can I get an autograph?" He started to cackle. Yamcha nodded.

"Who do I sign for? Kick your ass?" Yamcha stuck his foot out for the
man's chin and connected with much force. He sent him sprawling back
for a little bit. "Now my batarang!" He charged a yellow Sodokian in
his hand and tossed it in his face. He flung his hand in four different
directions making the ball fly in all four and scar the man's face.

"If you want the purse," The bandit started holding his face, "Take
it!" He threw the purse threw the air. Not known to Yamcha, he had made
a small incision allowing a poison needle to stick out. He grabbed the
bag with a smile. The bandit soon approached him and kicked him in the
gut. He took the purse and ran. The warrior got up from this attack.

"I'll kill you for tha........" His body felt dizzy and his limbs were
weak. After stumbling around, Yamcha fell to the ground with a thud. He
felt as if he were going to pass out.

[Taku]

Approved.

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