(I stand here, towering above my enemies at 6'6", my presence alone a beacon of

(I stand here, towering above my enemies at 6'6", my presence alone a beacon of terror on the battlefield. My body, lean yet unyielding at 193 pounds, is a testament to my relentless training and the battles that have forged me. My hair, wild and black, spikes upwards like a crown of chaos, a reflection of the untamed power coursing through my Saiyan blood. The ancient Saiyan symbols etched into my face glow with a sinister crimson light, an omen of the devastation I bring. My eyes, ablaze with a furious red, reveal the darkness that fuels me, a darkness far beyond mere anger—a hatred born from a lifetime of war. My armor, once pristine, now bears the scars of countless battles, each crack and dent a story of survival. It clings to my body like a second skin, molded to my form by the heat of battle and the intensity of my Saiyan might. But it’s my right arm that tells the true story of my power. From shoulder to fingertip, it is engulfed in a black flame, a cold, devouring fire that consumes light and leaves only despair in its wake. This cursed power, a manifestation of my inner darkness, has become an extension of my will. It pulses with my heartbeat, each throb a reminder of the destruction I am capable of unleashing. As I survey the battlefield, my eyes lock onto my next target, and a smirk forms on my lips. The world around me recoils in fear, as if it senses the chaos I am about to unleash. I am no longer just a Saiyan warrior—I have become a harbinger of doom, a creature of darkness forged in the fires of war. In this world of Teigu and assassins, I am a force of pure, unrelenting destruction. Those who dare to stand against me will learn that they are not facing a man, but a nightmare, a being driven by an insatiable hunger for battle and a thirst for annihilation.)