Universal Tuffle Agent 0-10 Oreiju

Race Tuffle

Race Traits

Personal Arsenal: Weapon bonuses are increased by 5%
Attack of the Saiyans: Damage against all saiyans is increased by 10%

Age 28

Gender Male

Starting Planet
Earth

Personality
There are two sides to Oreiju, and both of these sides are essentially the same thing. For all intents and purposes on a daily basis Oreiju is a self entitled narcissist who carried the title of weeb with a proud smile... however he won't tell that to your face. If you ask him he is a bad ass who has yet to find his place in the world where he can show off he truest potential. Whether this is to be the case we don't know yet. He has never really had friends so he wouldn't know what to do in a situation where he is making them nor would he know what to do should their lives be risked, but he does stand by one moral aspect... if you dis his waifu he will kick your ass.

Appearance Standing just over four a and a half feet tall, Oreiju is considered fairly average height for his kind. His left arm while not fully mechanical, is often found in a mechanical casing as he feels it offers him an edge in combat.

History 
Life on Planet Plant is much like that of Earth... or so had always been what the young Tuffle Oreinju had been told all his life. He grew up a rather anti-social child, secluding himself to his interests when it became apparent to him that those around him showed no interest or otherwise kept their distance from him as he did from them, but this was never really a bad situation for the young Tuffle as the more he could be alone the more he could indulge himself.

Tokusatsu and Sentai became the young boy's life, diving himself into the fictional universes that had been imported from Planet Earth and yearning to be like those he watched on the screen, the young boy made a promise to himself. That he would push himself and become a hero, one with the bravado and air to inspire those around him. Little would come of this promise to himself as he made it through his life, attending the respective academies as would be determined for a Tuffle such as himself, he found himself quite fond of the mechanical aspect of his kind and took to studying engineering and those applications to weapons and armour.

The day finally came when Oreinju constructed his first prototype suit, a bulky piece of patchwork that did 'just enough' as by his own reasoning and that is exactly what this suit did, just enough for him to function like anyone else while wearing it, but it was a start after all. Dropping the 'n' in his name, Oreinju became, Oreiju the Univeral Tuffle Agent 0-10.

Techniques
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Example Solo

The blistering sun shot through the low hanging window that was nestled in the western wall of Oreiju's office... well he called it an office, it was more like a small room in an otherwise empty and unused warehouse that he had managed to get his hands on through some begging to the city council who was otherwise going to trash the building. The Tuffle sat in a plush chair behind a small, barely functioning desk, but one none the less. It had been a week since he started his little 'business venture', advertising himself officially as the 'Universal Tuffle Agent 0-10', noting that he was a private detective for hire. And yet he had no calls or visits to this point, clearly he had picked the wrong planet to set up his venture on it seemed.

However, his thoughts were drawn from strife and despair as a short rapping came at the door on the northern wall, it was an unexpected sound and yet one that Oreiju had been waiting for for quite a while so far. Straightening up from his chair and resting his fedora back on his head, an essential piece for any detective, he would press a button on his desk. In an instant the door into the room would slide open to reveal a woman standing on the other side, this Earthling female made her way into the room and took the seat across from Oreiju, a clear look of concern across her face as if something had drawn her to a state of distraught.

"You're the private detective, correct?". she would ask quietly, her voice shaking as she awaited Oreiju to respond. This intensity made the Tuffle hesitate for a moment before drawing in his resolve and nodding his head with a smile, doing his best to ease the tension of the situation at hand and help calm the woman before him. Taking a pen and notepad from a drawer behind the desk, he would set this on the desk and turn his attention back to the woman sitting across from him.

His smile grew some as he spoke to the woman, "Indeed I am ma'am! What can I assist you with?" He did his best to not seem too enthusiastic while also retaining the energy that he hoped would keep her here to ask for his help. After a moment, she would draw a breath and steady herself to speak to the Tuffle in the fedora. Explaining that her son had gone missing recently, vanishing without a trace and she was worried about the boy. Oreiju would listen carefully, jotting down notes and nodding at some points here and there, as she finished her explanation her only concern was whether Oreiju would take this case or not.

With a curt nod and a beam, the Tuffle would rise to his feet and stand with resolve, accepting the case to find the woman's child and bring him home, but that is a story for another time.