22 Star Ball || Piccolo || [Video/in person]
[Piccolo hadn't taken kindly to the disease he called humanity. In an attempt to rid himself of it, he decided the best course of action was to pretend it wasn't there and take out all his aggressions on the surrounding trees. Well it seems that the trees finally got their revenge because for once it was Piccolo who looked worse for wear and not the trees.
He's standing in his usual clearing. Still unusually tall for a human, and quite muscular he appears to be about his early 20's. Though his ears tapered off to a slight point, and while no where near as prominent his large canines and claws remained. The skin on his knuckles had been shredded by his training, and he was shivering something fierce being outside in only his gi. But he was still determined to punch the living crap out of that tree.
After a few more minutes of tree punching he allows himself a rest, sitting it the base of the tree next to the blackberry. The snow felt good on his raw knuckles, but that nice little discovery was cut should by the audible grumbling of his stomach. Pretending to still be Namekian meant that he was hell bent on not eating. It doesn't take him long to notice the blinking light on his blackberry, he growl at it and pegged it against a nearby tree. But it didn't break like he had hoped, but the screen had cracked. Giving up for the day he just slumps over onto his side, exhausted]
He's standing in his usual clearing. Still unusually tall for a human, and quite muscular he appears to be about his early 20's. Though his ears tapered off to a slight point, and while no where near as prominent his large canines and claws remained. The skin on his knuckles had been shredded by his training, and he was shivering something fierce being outside in only his gi. But he was still determined to punch the living crap out of that tree.
After a few more minutes of tree punching he allows himself a rest, sitting it the base of the tree next to the blackberry. The snow felt good on his raw knuckles, but that nice little discovery was cut should by the audible grumbling of his stomach. Pretending to still be Namekian meant that he was hell bent on not eating. It doesn't take him long to notice the blinking light on his blackberry, he growl at it and pegged it against a nearby tree. But it didn't break like he had hoped, but the screen had cracked. Giving up for the day he just slumps over onto his side, exhausted]