...et sort Friza Angelo, dans toute sa gloire incroyablement odieuse! Son manteau noir et ses superbes cheveux gris coulant dans le... bon, pas le vent, mais les courants d'air d'un ventilateur dans la pièce. Il se lèche les cheveux à la manière d'un antagoniste de zombie blonde bien connu... et il tombe immédiatement en place. "Bon, merde. Voilà mon entrée dynamique...".
Friza regarda la pièce et ses nouveaux employeurs. Quand il a vu le Gray Chair Man, il a crié avec un fanboy-comme la joie: "Sainte merde... c'est.... GRAY MANN! Comment ça va, mon pote? Beau travail avec l'accord de Mann Co. Ce Saxton Hale? C'est un connard. Si j'avais su que c'était toi, je serais venu plus tôt!". Il a vu Noob Saibot. "Tu es plutôt drôle, n'est-ce pas! Tu es comme... un robot ninja! Des trucs cool." Il se joignit à la poignée de son épée. "Alors... quand est-ce qu'on commence cette fête?"
Name: Friza Angelo
Age: 7 34
Appearance: Shaggy gray hair(SHUT UP GRAY IS EDGY OKAY), around six feet in total height, slim(there are no such things as fat/ugly roleplay characters!), and normal eyes....except the iris is REEEEEEEEEEED(AM I EDGY ENOUGH FOR YOU GUYS!? PLZ NOTICE ME SENPAI)!
Gender: Male
Species: Hollow-Chocolate Gargoyle Human
Specialties: Cooking, opening cans of whoop assingesting copious amounts of caffeine, backflipping with the grace of Terry Crews
Abilities: Sneezes plasma, teleports relatively short distances
Weapons/Skills: - A Stupidly Ornate Katana(TM),
- A bottle of forever-steaming-hot soup
- A flail made up of a fence pole, a bike lock chain, and spiked baseballs
Favorite Games/Shows: Legend of Zelda - Majora's Mask, Dark Souls II, Dexter's Laboratory, Freeman's Mind, Spaceballs
Background: Friza doesn't really know how he came to Earth, actually! Falling from the sky into a rich guy's swimming pool is about all he can recall. Then he just walked around town for a bit, getting a lot of strange looks. He wondered if it was his hair....he apparently didn't get a chance to wash it before being thrown onto Earth. After grabbing a drink from a....what was it? Oh, right, a "Starbucks"! Yes, a Starbucks, some psycho with spikey blonde hair and a purple jumpsuit cracked Friza over the head with a Big Fuggin' Sword(TM) and ran off, screaming about something called a Sephiroth. What an oddball. He continued to waltz around like an idiot until he got a message from the Gray Chair Man("what a stupid name", thought our young anti-hero). Now, he's about to go on a grand journey that he will NEVER come to regret. Ever. No sir. Nothing will go wrong.
"What's this roleplay about?": Cinnamon Moon Babies Earth.