Mar 6, 2022 9:47:02 GMT -5
Post by Oran on Mar 6, 2022 9:47:02 GMT -5
Power Level: 5,490
Weighted Power Level: 4117
A lot of people might think that Oran had a fondness for being on his own, since he seemed to so often find himself in the wilderness and mountainous areas. It was a safe assumption to make: he'd lost out on his childhood due to having to run with his family from his village, and he'd then spent most of his teenage years training with his father in the wilderness. It was only the last couple of years that he had really started to interact with other people on a more frequent basis, and even then his social skills were shown to be lacking in some ways. He'd definitely come a long way from how socially inept he used to be, but he still struggled with it at times.
It was one reason he often retreated to the likes of the wilderness to train again. Mount Paozu was definitely his favourite spot for that, since it meant he could train at his full power without having to worry about damaging any property. Plus, he could hunt the dinosaurs that were in the area, something that excited his Saiyan half. He had yet to hunt one while wearing the new training weights he had gotten recently, which were currently under his clothes. They were handy, and though he was getting used to them, he knew that they would allow him to profit more from his training.
Sitting on the top of one of the flat rock formations, Oran took a deep breath as he looked up to the stars. Thankfully there wasn't a full moon or anything, so he didn't need to worry about the possibility of Apeing out. He needed to learn how to control his Oozaru form at some point, something his father had promised to try and teach him over the years. But he had never gotten to teach him before his death, primarily since he didn't actually have control himself. While he'd mentioned he could 'direct' it essentially, he had never gained full mastery over it. And Oran himself had seen what the form was capable of if you couldn't control it: he'd witnessed the destruction that had been left in the aftermath of one of his transformations into it. And ever since, he'd avoided looking at the full moon and being in the open when there was one.
He was drawn from his thoughts when he felt three power levels approaching him. They were strong, but he couldn't tell if they were friendly or not. Standing up, he shrugged his jacket a bit closer to him, mentally preparing himself for the possibility that he might be about to enter a fight. As the power signatures got closer, and the people became more visible, he kept his hands by his side, but didn't draw any ki into them. One of the figures held back while the other two flew closer, and hovered close to him.
Oran had to suppress his surprise when he saw that, wrapped around the two figures stomachs, were tails. They were Saiyans, and he couldn't tell if they were full Saiyans or only half. It didn't matter though, since he still had no idea if they were friendly. He just looked at them, as they seemed to study him as well: they both seemed to be waiting for the other to speak. They knew he was of at least partial Saiyan heritage, due to his tail wiggling behind him. Deciding that he'd need to start the conversation, he looked to them once more. "What brings you lot here?"
Word Count: 595
Weighted Power Level: 4117
A lot of people might think that Oran had a fondness for being on his own, since he seemed to so often find himself in the wilderness and mountainous areas. It was a safe assumption to make: he'd lost out on his childhood due to having to run with his family from his village, and he'd then spent most of his teenage years training with his father in the wilderness. It was only the last couple of years that he had really started to interact with other people on a more frequent basis, and even then his social skills were shown to be lacking in some ways. He'd definitely come a long way from how socially inept he used to be, but he still struggled with it at times.
It was one reason he often retreated to the likes of the wilderness to train again. Mount Paozu was definitely his favourite spot for that, since it meant he could train at his full power without having to worry about damaging any property. Plus, he could hunt the dinosaurs that were in the area, something that excited his Saiyan half. He had yet to hunt one while wearing the new training weights he had gotten recently, which were currently under his clothes. They were handy, and though he was getting used to them, he knew that they would allow him to profit more from his training.
Sitting on the top of one of the flat rock formations, Oran took a deep breath as he looked up to the stars. Thankfully there wasn't a full moon or anything, so he didn't need to worry about the possibility of Apeing out. He needed to learn how to control his Oozaru form at some point, something his father had promised to try and teach him over the years. But he had never gotten to teach him before his death, primarily since he didn't actually have control himself. While he'd mentioned he could 'direct' it essentially, he had never gained full mastery over it. And Oran himself had seen what the form was capable of if you couldn't control it: he'd witnessed the destruction that had been left in the aftermath of one of his transformations into it. And ever since, he'd avoided looking at the full moon and being in the open when there was one.
He was drawn from his thoughts when he felt three power levels approaching him. They were strong, but he couldn't tell if they were friendly or not. Standing up, he shrugged his jacket a bit closer to him, mentally preparing himself for the possibility that he might be about to enter a fight. As the power signatures got closer, and the people became more visible, he kept his hands by his side, but didn't draw any ki into them. One of the figures held back while the other two flew closer, and hovered close to him.
Oran had to suppress his surprise when he saw that, wrapped around the two figures stomachs, were tails. They were Saiyans, and he couldn't tell if they were full Saiyans or only half. It didn't matter though, since he still had no idea if they were friendly. He just looked at them, as they seemed to study him as well: they both seemed to be waiting for the other to speak. They knew he was of at least partial Saiyan heritage, due to his tail wiggling behind him. Deciding that he'd need to start the conversation, he looked to them once more. "What brings you lot here?"
Word Count: 595
