Name: Kisuke Gema Status: Alive Alignment: Unknown Gender: Male Orientation: Straight Home planet: Planet Vegeta (formerly Planet Plant) Species: Tuffle/Android Hybrid (Or you know. Cyborg.) Height: 5'11'' Eye Color: Purple Hair Color: Silver Affiliation: Unknown Profession: Junk Dealer, Inventor Possessions: Junked Space Pod, Junk, More Junk, and a small workshop Likes: Tinkering, Weaponizing, Heroism, Dislikes: The entire Saiyan race-

"I am a survivor and not a victim. Life isn't perfect. When you get a knock, you have to get up, dust yourself down and get on with it."

What do you do when your world comes crashing down? How do you go on when all you love is destroyed, and you are helpless to stop it? Really, what can you do? Either you give up, or you fight on. What's it going to be? Do you cave to the pressure, or do you seize the day? Could have, would have, and should have are some of the most useless phrases any language has to offer. There's little use in trying to change the past. You can only learn from it. Learn from your mistakes. Yet, that doesn't stop you from dwelling, does it?

Kisuke is one of the last of his kind, if not the last. He is a Tuffle--a member of a race that has been long since considered extinct, having been exterminated by the Saiyans so very long ago. On the final night of that horrible genocide, Kisuke was among his family, all scientists and scholars turned soldiers, ready to face their death--at least, as ready as anyone can ever really be for such a thing. As the Saiyans were breaking into the laboratory, Kisuke made a last second decision that would spare his life, and hoped that his loved ones would follow suit. He fled to a group of space pods they had been working on, equipped with a cryogenic hibernation system intended to keep them alive on minimal life support and keep them far from danger until the war was over. As Kisuke and his family fled, the Saiyans broke through, and one by one struck them down. Kisuke never saw his family perish. He was too busy trying to run.

"The soldiers that didn't come back were the heroes. It's a roll of the dice. If a shot has your name on it, you're a hero. If you hear the shot go by, you're a survivor."

Kisuke managed to reach the pods, but only just. As he made it into the hangar, one of the Saiyans blasted his right arm clean off his body. Instead of finishing him off however, the Saiyans saw fit to toy with their prey by shooting off both of his legs from below the knee, and then beating him within an inch of his life before allowing him to drag his broken and crippled body into one of the escape pods. They never intended for him to get away. Once the ship launched, the Saiyans immediately sought to shoot it down, but by sheer luck Kisuke's life was spared by a group of resistance fighters who engaged the Saiyans, distracting them long enough for Kisuke's pod to reach orbit.

From the stars above, he could only watch as cities in flames illuminated the dark side of his world. Everything was gone now. Every friend, every love, every place he'd ever been, every thing he ever knew... all of it; eradicated. He didn't know it at the time. Maybe he didn't want to believe it as the cryogenic hibernation systems came online and lulled him into a deep slumber before he could bleed out... It would not be until many years later, looking back on what would then be Planet Vegeta, that he would be forced to accept the cruelty of his fate.

"I am not a victim. I am an angry survivor."

Kisuke would finally awaken some decades after that battle, crash-landed on a planet called Earth. It seemed that at least luck was on his side. Thanks to the cryosleep, he had not aged a day, but likewise, his wounds did not fully heal. When his body thawed, despite the best efforts of the pod's life support to keep him stable, he quickly began to lose blood, and of course he was still missing both an arm and both legs. However, while Tuffles were not known for the strength of their body, they were known for their strength of mind. With only one arm, and some quick thinking and ingenuity, he managed to perform a makeshift surgery to stop the bleeding. Once that was handled, he could focus on the more difficult task of replacing his lost limbs. Using spare parts from the vessel, he managed to fabricate himself a robotic arm and two new legs. He was, in a sense, reborn.

Now living among Earthlings, Kisuke would attempt to begin his life again. Through a mix of luck and his own cunning, Kisuke befriended an elderly junkyard owner, who took the young boy in as if he were a son and never divulged the secret of his origins. Allowed to toil among the rubbish and discarded scraps of technology left by humans, Kisuke not only learned about humanity's own technological advancements, but he managed to improve upon them, constantly upgrading and even weaponizing his robotic limbs. By the time Kisuke came of age, and the junkman had passed, Kisuke was producing magnificent inventions from the heaps of twisted metal and tangled wire. He'd later go on to attend a university, though unable to pay for his education, he would soon drop out. During his life on Earth however, he began to hear rumor of a hero calling himself 'The Great Saiyaman'. Saiyaman? The world struck an uncanny resemblance to his old enemy... but this Saiyaman was nothing like the cruel and heartless Saiyans who wiped out his race. Surely it couldn't be. Yet it was. This Saiyaman was a half-blooded Saiyan, and his father, an even more powerful and pure blooded Saiyan. However, before Kisuke could exact his vengeance, one day while toiling in his workshop, he would be engulfed in a magnificent white light and whisked away to Toki Toki City, where a young man named Trunks requested he become a Time Patroller. At first he accepted on selfish reasons; hoping he could go back in time and change his future... but by the time he realized that was not possible, his heart had been swayed. No longer did he view the surviving Saiyans as enemies--but as unlikely allies. They had suffered enough for their sins, losing their own homeworld and having their own race wiped to the brink of existence... They now knew how he felt. It was punishment enough. Despite his resentment, Kisuke swore he would push them no further. Else, he would become the very thing he hated. Without revenge to motivate him, Kisuke eventually found solace in his new duty. At least now he could ensure there would be no survivors--by stopping those evil enough to create the circumstances for survivors to appear at all... There would be no survivors. No despair. No suffering. Not so long as he could do something to stop it--to stop others from being forced to suffer as survivors like him.

"I am someone who always gets up again, even if there are setbacks. I have a survivor instinct. I'm not sure where it comes from, but probably from all the little things that make you into who you are."

Today, Kisuke lives mostly on Earth, still working in the old junk yard and improving his abilities, but he frequently embarks on missions for the Time Patrol. One such mission brought him to the Nexus, where the multiverse collides. What trials lay ahead? Who is to say? Whatever fate has in mind, there is one thing of which Kisuke is certain: He will survive it.