#doore

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Here's a piece of fanart I drew of Doore, Onelittle's Spooky Month Oc! I had fun drawing her in my style, as well as learning she's really into poetry too! Hope you like it! ^^

For the conqueror of the worlds, Lord Cooler, seeing how his star soldier was showered with attention and gifts had never caused him any problem, after all he knew that they meant nothing. Nothing would keep his captain from his duty, from his job, but more importantly.... from his side.

 But everything changes the day that Salza seems to fall under the charm of a letter from one of his admirers. The world seems to have lost its sense...

Cooler’s Armored Squadron  & Ginyu Force

‘’…waz that guy wearing stockingz??’’

‘’I thought it was a female?’’

‘’No it waz obviously a guy! Didn’t you see ‘is physique??’’

‘’I thought they were compression aids.’’

‘’…compression aidz?! Why would zey need such a thing!’’

‘’Dunno… maybe their species can’t do space travel well?’’

‘’…zey were definitely stockingz.’’ 

The door to the suite swished open and Lord Cooler walked in raising a dark purple eye ridge. ‘’Who was wearing stockings?’’ he asked the three conversing members of his special squadron.

‘’Thiz guy in the canteen, he was definitely wearing stockingz!!’’ replied Salza with a slightly alarmed tone to his voice. ‘’Judging by the armour ‘e waz definitely one of Frieza’z!’’

‘’I still think it was a she. It had that long braid of hair too’’ chipped in Dore around a mouthful of crisps.

A sudden flash of realisation flashed across Coolers face.

'‘Green skin and hair?’’ he enquired.

‘Uh, yes boss!’ answered Dore.

Cooler closed his eyes and let out a sigh before looking up and addressing his men directly. ‘’None of you are to pick a fight with him. He was one of father’s top advisors for years. He was gifted to Frieza along with Dodoria and several others when he took over the empire as the Frieza Force. He is dangerous and not to be challenged. Do you understand me?’’

‘’Yes… yes Lord Cooler!’’ answered the three subordinates in unison loyally.

As he turned away, Salza rubbed his chin in thought and frowned. Just how strong was this guy??

... ... ...

The next three days went incredibly slowly. Both Cooler and Frieza had attended their fathers planet to work though some politics in their intergalactic trade. Although it was a necessity to make such a huge network run as smoothly as possible, it was a headache for all involved. Cooler and Frieza always insisted on bringing a band of their own men, and the rivalry didn’t stop with the two brothers either; their workers were always getting into fights over who served on the strongest force. There was not much to do either; if they were not accompanying their bosses in a meeting (which King Cold was always against) there was little to do except for hanging around in their guest sleeping quarters, the guest communal room or the canteen, and due to the sub freezing temperatures outside the palace for even going for a walk was out of bounds.

In the evening whilst Cooler was caught up in yet another meeting Salza was walking around the palace, it was so cold he could see his breath and he was somewhat compelled to walk just to try and warm himself up. Down one corridor he saw a slightly open door that he hadn’t noticed before, and knowing that the Cold’s were in another part of the palace he decided to be nosy and pushed the door open further, glancing inside. Strait away a warm flow of air hit his face, and it felt like heaven to the freezing soldier. Now even more intrigued he pushed the door open fully and walked inside, closing it behind him to keep the precious heat in. There were rows and rows of shelves which reached right up to the ceiling, all absolutely packed full of old looking books, he wound around them like a maze as he tried to find the heat source.

Finally an orange flicker appeared round the end of one of the rows, and Salza walked out into a little snug like area where there was a roaring open fire surrounded up a few comfy looking armchairs and a sofa. His steps faltered when his eyes settled upon the sofa; lounging across it was the green haired stocking wearing man from a few days before. His body lent up against the arm of the sofa, on which a large open book was resting on. The green man seemed to be studying it, a few loose strands of emerald hair had come out of his braid and hung loosely over his face giving him a slightly softer appearance. Salza wasn’t quite sure what he should do, but without even taking his eyes off his book the green man suddenly spoke.

‘’You feel the cold too, hmm?’’

Salza was slightly taken aback; yes, he was most surely a man with that deep voice, but the accent he spoke with was somewhat enchanting. Salza had worked with over a hundred different races with over a hundred different accents, but something about this guys voice just seemed… almost mystical. It was certainly very gentle on the ears.

‘’Urm yez. Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just saw the door waz open and felt the warmth…’’ he managed to force himself to reply before discreetly shifting over to peer over the green mans shoulder to look at the book he was reading. His thin blonde eyebrows raised when he saw It was an old book of Icejin origin, written in their almost extinct ancient language. ‘’Can you read ‘zat?’’

‘’Mostly. Although I can read it better than I can pronounce it’’ the man replied with some amusement in his voice. Salza nodded, he hadn’t heard the Icejins native tongue spoken often, but when he had it seemed almost impossible to even place the great variety of sounds, tones and tongue clicks they made. ‘’You can sit down if you want’’ offered the other man. ‘’I find this the warmest place in the palace to be.’’

Although still nervous around the apparently very strong, apparently cross dressing man, Salza was too relieved to have found somewhere to warm his bones, and bypassed all the chairs to sit on the floor right in front of the fire.

For the first time the green man lifted his eyes up from his book to look at the slightly smaller blue man on the floor in front of him. ‘’You shouldn’t sit that close. After being so cold for such a long time the sudden warmth might made you feel ill’’.

Salza snorted. ‘’What, are you ze doctor too?’’

‘’No… but all of Frieza's elites are trained in first aid and medicine. He likes to keep us… higher educated then other and rival troops’’ he said with an element of smugness in his voice. Salza frowned in distaste, but didn’t rise to the bait, nor did he move away from the amazing warmth. After a few minutes of silence Salza decided he was bored enough to try and coax this man into conversation, after all, it couldn’t be any worse than having to talk with Neiz.

‘’So… you were one of Coldz men?’’ Salza finally enquired without making eye contact.

‘’Yes. I served the king for many decades before being transferred over to Frieza, so I know my way around the palace quite well.’’

‘’Humf. I don’t think I’d like being taken from my position and gifted az a child’z play thing’’ mused Salza out loud without really thinking, but luckily the other just chuckled lowly.

‘’Yes, Lord Frieza was indeed very young; in both mind and spirit when I was first sent there. But those days are now passed, and apart from having to watch out for his temperament, things are quite alright.’’ Salza heard the man close his book and finally turned around to look at him again.

‘’Sorry, I didn’t get your name? I’m Salza, of Coolers Armoured Squadron’’ he tried to boast.

‘’I know who you are. I would hardly be any use as Frieza's top general and advisor if I didn’t even know his own brothers henchmen. And my name, it’s Zarbon. I prefer it much more then ‘that drag act of a prostitute’ that you called me in the canteen the other day’’ he finished rolling his eyes.

Salza stiffened as a sweat bead appeared on his forehead. ‘'Aww shit. You weren’t supposed to hear ‘zat’’ Salsa muttered quietly as he looked down at the floor. ‘’Although if it helps, I think Neiz waz quite taken with you…’’

Zarbon waved a hand and almost looked sickened at the thought. ‘’Oh gods, no thank you! He's most defiantly not MY type!’’

‘’So you... prefer your type to have… ze breasts..?’’ Salza tried to say without sounding crude; the man in front of him coming off as being quite refined despite his 'odd' clothing choices.

Zarbon’s golden eyes seemed to glow in the firelight as they met Salza’s and he smiled almost seductively at the shorter man. ‘’Oh, no. I like them… blue?’’

Salza swallowed and after a few shaky seconds shuffled slightly further away from the sofa, but Zarbon stood and took a step forwards, his plump and suddenly enticing looking lips pulling into a rather sultry smile.

Thanks to @amiz06-certified-b1mb0 for inspiring me to make Cooler and his squadron’s linkers a college band!

Herb Nefario (Cooler): “Seriously… why me being hardened and in the workforce over my love of music?! You should support me!” (Chilly Relationships) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Herb Nefario is Victor’s older brother, and has a passion for music, but especially metal. His linker is Cooler because Victor got linked with Frieza. He loves practicing the electric guitar and playing with his band. He lives in NYC, and attends ThornBloom College nearby (Half an hour away from Prisma Middle School). His fave food is surprisingly pineapple! He and his band linked with Cooler when the latter and his armed squadron were walking around NYC and stumbled into them.

His band is called Umbral Snowstorm, and he named it in honor of his late mother Winter (She sadly succumbed to cancer when Victor was only just 4 :( ). To Victor, he is a father figure. Plus, Victor is the one to help him get out of his comfort zone and get his first tattoo (It’s an ice dragon, located on his back)!

His way of taking care of his brother and his bandmates is much better than his abusive loan shark father Johan (King Cold’s Linker), who not only abused anyone who got in his way, but his own two sons. However, the situation got so severe, Herb’s bandmates had to reason with him. But (Spoilers) he later then became their band manager as an apology for his ways.

Hayley Fleur (Salza): “Guys, it’s almost time to take the stage! We’re gonna be so good out there.” (Shining Indie Metal) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Hayley Fleur is the keytarist for Umbral Snowstorm, and actually comes from Chicago. She loves the deep dish pizza from her home, and is skilled at riding a motorbike. Like her bandmates, she has a tattoo- it’s on her shoulder this time, and it’s a raven. Her Partner Character is Salza.

She is also the band stylist, helping out with makeup and outfits. Her favorite patterns are plaid, stripes, and 90’s carpets. Bright colors and dark shades always go together in her eyes! Like the others, she attends ThornBloom.

Her father is actually French, while her mother is German. She also plans on having the band take their first tour over the summer break across the United States and major cities around the world in general, so they can perform for the gang,

Jay San-Wook (Neiz): “As the band’s bassist and therapist, I will admit your dad as band manager is pretty wild!” (Your Dad The Manager) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Jay is Umbral Snowstorm’s bassist as well as the band’s very own therapist. He is Neiz’s Linker, and is of Korean American origin- his home is Sacramento, and he often considers fresh banana milk to be his fave food, like a certain K Pop Star (I’m looking at you, Jungkook!). His tattoo is a gecko, and on the front of his right leg.

Expanding on being the Band Therapist, he often brings others together and loves a good yoga session. Plus, he often reminds others to take care and love who they are, especially those who are low in confidence and such. Overall, he’s just one of the few lights in the darkness that is the villain team aka The Society of Shadows.

His parents teach self care classes and will even do meditation to help others. Plus, he will often bring aromatherapy and care products to the members of the Society of Shadows who are injured or are in a state of disrepair.

Larry Elrod (Doore): “Mr. Nefario, why are you even doing this to your boys! Stop oppressing them!” (For The Sake of Our Singer) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Larry is an African American from Baton Rogue, Louisiana- and the drummer for Umbral Snowstorm. Being Doore’s Linker, he is strong in not just physical strength, but for the power to stand up for others. His fave food of all time is blackened chicken Alfredo. The location of his bull tattoo is on his stomach.

He also is a huge dog person, especially in German Shepherds. He aspires to be protective as they are, as well as helpful and worthy of a friendly spar. Plus, he’s into exercise routines, mainly ones that Jay chooses for the group.

Surprisingly, he’s not the best at sports. He tends to stick playing his drum set (Which he got with his own money) and practicing with the gang. He also loves photo booths and live streams, mostly because he gets to express his true personality here.

Plus, their instruments (I got lazy so I colored some stock photos in on the internet)

In order: Herb’s guitar (Once Winter’s), Hayley’s Keytar, Jay’s Bass Guitar, and Larry’s Drum Set

Side Note: Victor sometimes joins his brother’s band as their personal DJ.