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@perfectlyegotistical
❝ I never thought I would see my work reach to it's ultimate perfection. ❞
13 & 20
13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
Not exactly. He’s been raised around a life of violence and combat, so blood is a sight he’s used to. The blood itself isn’t what bothers him, it’s the reasoning behind it. The sight of spilled blood means that bloodshed happened, and that’s the one thing Gohan hates more than anything.
20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
It’s not something Gohan does too terribly often, but when he does, it’s usually only to the other warriors in his life. His father, Piccolo and Vegeta are the three most prevalent objects of comparison for himself. But when it comes to non-combat activities or decisions, he has enough confidence in himself as a person that he knows that he can stand on his own without needing validation or criticism for the most part.
june w/ d2!
art meme || open
she killed something
Imperfect Cell is maybe about.. 7'8''? :3c
height comparisons || no longer accepting
richter 6′2″ imperfect cell 7′8″
♫don’t stand don’t stand so don’t stand so close to me ♫
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Oh.
That was not an ordinary wasteland animal... if it even was an animal. What was it? She observed as she stayed crouched amongst the dubris of the ruined building. Green, hard body with wings, sort of like a rad roaches, but a long tail with an odd syringe at the end, and bi-pedal, sort of like a Deathclaw. It wasn’t radioactive, from what the Geigar counter on her pip-boy could tell.
The synth prototype decided it was best to not mess with it, those bright colors could mean it was poisonous, like those frogs she saw in the picture books. She remained still in hopes that it would wander off, staring intimately at it.