Slot	Equipped	Bonus
Body:	Super Weighted Clothing	-
Arms:	Nothing	-
Legs:	Nothing	-
Accessory:	Nothing	-
Accessory:	Nothing	-
Accessory:	Nothing	-

Status:

• Training with Master Frost
• Employed as Crime Boss
• Building Scouter (0/1)

Inventory: Gem of Telepathy, Sensu Bean, Super Weighted Clothing, Namekian Space Ship

Fundamentals: Beam Balls, Bukujutsu, Blast Punch


Advanced: None

Power Ups: Power Up

Finisher: None

Special Abilities: (2)Speed Teleport

Battle Record: 01/00/00

Quests Completed: An Experiment, Skipping a Debt, Prove your Worth,

Appule wore a jagged scar across his back that raked down all the way to his abdomen. Every morning, every day, and every night, he wore this scar. That scar represented his past and what he once was. Since its birth, Appule had cursed the scar and wished so hard to forget the cause of it. He had a new life, a new home, a new master and he needed to move on. The Scar had held him back, it had kept him from growing. He wanted to give his loyalty to the changlings(Everyone else had), but he felt a mix of resentment and discust towards them. No matter what ignorent and spoiled feeling he felt towards his masters, he kept on working. He knew he had to, he knew he would. It was with this attitude that Appule found himself always at war. He was his own best friend, but at the same time, he was his own most heated rival.

The hatred for the scar had became more and more of an obsession and had came to the degree of Appule constant cover up of it. He could not look at it, let alone show it in public. He adjusted his armor every morning to make certain that not a glimpse of the scar was shown. He would sometimes even sleep in his armor to keep his fingers from tracing the etches of it. He would do anything to forget the cursed mark, but the more he tried to forget, the more he remembered.

The Scar was the testiment to his failure, his fear, and his abandonment of his people. Appule didn't know the name of the changling that had destroyed his people, but he didn't care. He was an underling, a weakling. He was one of millions in the galaxy and Appule had came to the decision that his past life was over. There was MILLIONS just like him, everyday walking down the same corridor of the same space station. The station overlooked planet Freiza and represented the future. A part of Appule wanted to be included in this future, but another side of him longed for action, revenge.

But like every day, Appule covered his insides and showed nothing. He covered his scar, put on his armor and walked down the corridor just like so many others...