Name: Didgeridoo

Age: Earth equivalent to 24 (whatever that is in Namekian)

Gender: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Race: Namekian

Transformation Path: Great Namekian

Racial Traits: Regeneration, Fusion, Flexibility

Items: One Time Space Pod

Fighting Style: Balanced

Faction (Optional):

Sexuality: Asexual

Face Claim: Saitama from One-Punch Man

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Appearance: Didgeri looks like any other Namekian, with a bald head, pointy ears, and a well-built physique, though he may be considered undersized in terms of height and weight. He's more akin to a human in that sense, standing at 5'9" and weighing about 154 lbs. He has short, skinny antennae that hang down over his face normally, and his skin patches are tan. For the most part, Didgeri comes off as unassuming and somewhat bland, but when he gets serious, his features somehow become more defined and chiseled. He even changes his posture when he's serious.

Clothing-wise, Didgeridoo wears a typical blue gi. He sometimes wears a white cape alongside it, but it usually just gets in his way so he tries not to bring one with him often.

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Personality: It's hard to say Didgeridoo is a good person. He has a habit of telling tall tales for no reason, other than his own amusement. Taking accountability for his actions is something he rarely does, regardless of whether or not those actions were good or bad. He gets jealous easily. Didgeridoo doesn't like sharing, even if he has an abundance of something to give. Lastly, Didgeridoo is perfectly content with where he is. Flaws and all.

That said, he's not a bad guy, either. He hates evil more than just about anything and is more than willing to put himself out there to put an end to it. Of course, what he considers evil is a pretty broad spectrum. Obviously, he considers killing and attacking the innocent some of the worst crimes possible, but he's also one to hold personal vendettas against people who may have wronged him in little personal things, even if they were completely unaware of it. If he were to drive cars, he'd be the type of person to have extreme road rage over minor inconveniences. He also hates arrogance, more because of how annoying it is to him rather than anything else.

Didgeridoo does not like fighting, probably because he's (indirectly) admitted not good at it, but he has to get better. There is one fight he has to win, no matter what, to get back something near and dear to him. Because of that, he is willing to train with anybody and get stronger at any time so he can improve his chances of winning that fight. Winning that fight and taking back what's his is his ultimate goal in life, as sad as that may be, so he has an extreme sense of determination and persistence in regards to making sure he's around to win that fight.

He appreciates the small things and doesn't spend too much time gawking at the big things - literally. Minor, ordinary happenstances can catch his eye and absolutely blow him away while huge, jaw-dropping spectacles are just 'meh' to him. He loves collecting various items and absolutely loves telling people about his collection. Fear is an emotion Didgeridoo only feels when that collection is in jeopardy, and he will defend it with his life.

Perhaps the best way to describe him is immature, but it's hard to say whether Didgeridoo will ever change.

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History: At times, it can be hard to place Didgeridoo in the grand scheme of things. He's not a fighter, he's definitely not a scholar, and he's far from an aristocrat. Didgeridoo is just... Didgeridoo. For that reason, he always felt out of place during his time on his homeworld of Namek. He tried to follow the ways of his brethren, hitting the books and living a peaceful life, but it was just so boring. He couldn't stand all the sitting and learning about things he didn't care about, which made his early life almost unbearable.

When the PTO attacked Namek, he and a few of his closest friends were able to flee the planet and seek refuge elsewhere. They found themselves on Earth, where the culture was much different than back home. Didgeridoo was encouraged to stick with his community, so they could return to Namek when it was safe, but he was too invested in seeing what Earth had to offer. Needless to say, he loved it. Having the freedom to do pretty much anything allowed Didgeridoo to expand his horizons.

Shortly into his time on Earth, though, Didgeri came to a horrifying realization. Before he'd fled from Namek, he had loaned a neat little trinket to one of his friends who happened to stay on the planet. When Didgeridoo realized that he'd never gotten his neat little trinket back, it sent him into a revenge-induced rampage. He began training tirelessly from that point on. One day, he will come across Cello again. And when he does, he is going to get his trinket back.

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Techniques:

• [ST1] Ki Sense - The ability to detect other energy signatures, within a small radius.
• [ST1] Flight - The ability to use one's energy to fly.
• [OT1] Point - Wielding his elasticity to his combative advantage, Didgeridoo imbues his index finger with ki and extends it forward from a long-range. A powerful poke ensues!
• [OT1] Potty Mouth - In a fit of rage, Didgeridoo can fire off a wave of energy directly from his mouth.
• [OT1] Misdirection - Didgeri holds his index finger up and charges up a ki blast, threatening to destroy his opposition with a powerful attack never before- WHAM! He got you! It was actually a distraction so he could swing his free hand and deliver an unexpected, yet powerful blow.
• [DT1] Wrap - To keep his opponent at bay, Didgeridoo can use one of his arms to wrap them up and restrain them. He can't hold it for long

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Roleplay Sample: "This pin here is an exclusive, one-of-a-kind collector's item that was sold only at select locations. There are only seventy-five in existence!" The entire room ooo'd and aaa'd at the small metal object in the presenter's hand. He continued, "Of the seventy-five, we've got five right here at his expo,"

Once again, the crowd murmured excitedly. They all knew what was coming. After all, it was why a lot of them had even attended the expo. Soon, there was going to be a competition to see who would win one of the five ultra-rare pins. Didgeridoo was one of the people in the crowd. He didn't even know what the pin was from, nor what made it so special other than its limited quantity, but he knew it would become a prized possession immediately. It may have even been able to replace the neat little trinket that haunted his dreams.

"You all will have the chance to win one of these pins, so listen up. To enter, you must pick one of five mini-games that will be played in a tournament format. The winner of each mini-game tournament wins one of the pins! Simple, right?" Everybody seemed pretty excited about the news. The showrunner explained further, "The five games are as follows,"

Everybody waited anxiously as he listed the five games, "Darts," Didgeridoo thought about how he'd fare in darts. He had his elastic arms, which may have been considered cheating, and immediate disqualification if he used them. It would be too tempting to try, though. Better not risk it, "Chess," Nope. "A Go-Kart Racing Video Game (of which we are unsure if we can call by a brand name or not)," Video games had always baffled Didgeri. Namek didn't have anything comparable, so his chances of winning were slim to none, "Dance battle," Another thing Didgeri simply did not have a lot of confidence in - human dancing. The chances of failure were just too high. Which meant... "And last, but not least. Arm wrestling," Didgeridoo looked around at the crowd, which was full of a bunch of sweaty dudes who were all out of shape. He had arm wrestling in the bag for sure, "Okay, everybody line up in front of the registration table assigned to your mini-game of choice, and the tournament will officially begin!"

Seeing how good his odds were, Didgeri meandered over to the table and put his name down. He was extremely confident in his odds, so much in fact that he turned around to taunt whatever poor schmuck was behind him in line. Much to his dismay, everybody in the line behind him must have quite literally just spawned in, because it was full of bodybuilders, powerlifters, and some of the most muscular men on the planet. Each of them had perfectly chiseled muscles and looked like they ate a bowl of nails for breakfast - without milk - each day. They were the toughest of the tough, without question.

As each of the men signed up to wrestle, the puny pencil barely fitting in their big meaty hands, they walked over and towered over Didgeridoo, who was quivering in fear. These behemoths didn't even know what the pin was for, but it was almost as if the idea of getting to arm wrestle for free had summoned them. Maybe he should have tried his luck dancing.

After a short pause, while everybody got signed in, the tournament was underway. For the first round, Didgeridoo got matched up against someone who had a similar build to his own. The two sat down at the arm wrestling station, each grabbed their handle with their free hand and cupped their opponent's hand with their dominant arm. The referee approached and gave a brief rundown of the rules: whoever allows the back of their hand to hit the mat loses. Didgeridoo locked eyes with his opposition as he waited for the okay.

The referee held his hand over the wrestlers', waiting a moment to ensure both were ready. Then, he lifted his hand and announced, "WRESTLE-!!" BAM!

Didgeridoo slammed his opponent's hand onto the mat in an instant. He'd put so much force into his first strike that it left the opponent's hand steaming from the heat that had been generated.

This was going to be fun.

Round after round, Didgeri matched up and defeated opponent after opponent. Most were hulking towers of muscle, but hidden behind their dense fibers was nothing but sadness and sorrow after Didgeridoo was done with them. He only had one thing on his mind: the ultra-rare pin. Nothing could stop him. Every time a man hopped into the ring with him- BOOM! WHAM! SLAM! POW! The matches only motivated the Namekian more, as he became an unstoppable force.

Then he met the immovable object.

Final round. This was for all the marbles. Didgeridoo had gathered a posse from all of his opponents and some of the other losers of the tournament. He sat down at his side of the station, waving his hands and trying to get the crowd excited for the last battle. Opposite him, a separate crowd parted as their champion stepped forward. Unlike the rest of his adversaries, the final boss of the arm wrestling tournament looked a lot different. He did not have the dense musculature of most. In fact, he wasn't even in shape. Built like a potato with legs, the other finalist sat down across from Didgeridoo at the ring. The finalist pushed his thin-framed glasses further onto his face, causing a glint on them to shift.

"The final round of the arm wrestling tournament between Didgeridoo and Sumo is finally here!"

Everybody in the crowd when crazy for their wrestler. Didgeridoo tried to keep his eyes locked with Sumo's, trying to intimidate his opponent before the match even began. The commentator, who was not present in any match prior, set the scene, "Didgeridoo has been on an absolute tear today, not giving up the advantage to a single one of his opponents," His side of the crowd seemed to rock the convention center with their cheers, "Meanwhile, Sumo has been playing a more technical game. He's had to make a huge comeback in each of his matches, but he's recovered every single time," Sumo's side of the crowd took their turn to cheer, with volume and ferocity similar to Didgeri's side.

"Finally, we will see what happens when the two titans clash. Didgeridoo's sheer force VS Sumo's indomitable wit. Who will win?" Both of the wrestlers locked hands, Didgeridoo still not breaking eye contact with his opponent. A few of his matches had been decided before the wrestling even began, as he clearly made some of them uncomfortable, but Sumo did not care. He just stared right back at Didgeridoo and prepared for the match of their lives.

Like all the matches before, the referee hovered his hand over the wrestlers'. He checked with the Namekian, then with the human, then took a deep breath. He raised his hand and announced, one last time, "WRESTLE-!!" WHOOOSH-?!

Didgeridoo immediately pushed Sumo's arm towards the mat like he was just another opponent. When he was about a centimeter from winning, it felt like he hit a wall. All of his momentum and power seemingly left his body as he failed to finish the job and win the tournament. A bead of sweat slid down the side of Didgeridoo's face as he tried to figure out what was wrong. Across from him, Sumo's glasses had slid back down his nose, but he used his non-wrestling hand to push them back up. As he did, a smirk grew on his face.

He wasn't even struggling!?! Who the heck was this guy?!

Just like that, the tide of the battle shifted. Nervous murmurs sounded from Didgeridoo's crowd, as nobody had ever managed to put up any kind of fight against him. Meanwhile, excitement buzzed with Sumo's crowd. His side only got louder as their arms moved away from Sumo's mat, up towards the center, then began moving back down. This time, though, they were going towards Didgeridoo's side. More sweat began pouring down the Namekian's face as he watched in horror. He'd been straining hard ever since he met the wall and he had been exerting even more energy since Sumo started to get the upper hand but to no avail. The puddle of sweat beneath him started to drip off the table as Didgeri did everything in his power to keep his hand away from his mat. Nothing seemed to be working, though.

Then he thought about the neat little trinket, his pride and joy that had been ripped from his possession, and how similar this situation was. If he allowed Sumo to win, it'd be the same as letting Cello get away with his neat little trinket.

That was all he needed. He clenched his teeth and let out a mighty roar. While every muscle fiber in his body sent waves of pain across his body, Didgeridoo broke through the iron wall that was Sumo's defense- BOOM! He'd been holding back all day, but in his effort to break free of the trick Sumo had played, he had to exert more energy than he had in any other match. He used so much force, in fact, that the slam completely shattered the arm wrestling station into a bunch of fragments.

Before anybody could react, Didgeridoo shot to his feet and let out a primal roar of victory, which was quickly drowned out by the rest of the crowd - Sumo's fans included. He laughed in the face of Sumo, then pushed his way through the crowd to get to his prize. Waiting for him at the initial podium was his shiny pin, which glistened under the fluorescent light like a gemstone. The other mini-games looked on at the ruckus being made by the arm wrestlers in confusion, especially since there weren't that many people around initially when the rules were laid out.

Didgeridoo scooped up his prize and held it high for all to see, prompting the loudest cheer yet. He'd done it. He'd earned one of the five available pins at the expo, putting him in an elite position. Then, just like that, it was over. Muscle beach faded back to wherever they'd been hiding before, leaving just Didgeridoo to admire his prize. It was a moment he'd cherish forever.

Later on, Didgeridoo took his pin to a pawn shop to have it verified. It was fake.