Post by Om on Sept 27, 2017 5:25:25 GMT
Planet Konats, 8 Years Ago.
Om was sitting on the roof of his father’s home, looking out at the streets of Ocariin City. “Son are you ready to go?” Om turned around and saw his father. “I’m ready dad.” This was a big day for Om, today was his last day of training. But he had to fight his father to finish it. Om jumped down into the small training area they have at the side of their house. His father was already waiting for him. “This is it son, are you ready?” Om took a deep breath before charging towards his father. Om went for a punch but his father grabbed his fist and threw him across the training area. “You’re going to have to do much better than that.”
His father walked over to Om, looking down at his son. “After all I’ve taught you, one punch is all it takes?” Om then jumped up and gave a sharp uppercut to his father. Taken aback, Om’s father stumbles. With an opening, Om unleashes a barrage of punches right into his stomach. His father keels over and coughs up blood. Om runs over to his father, tears in his eyes. “Father! Father! Are you okay? Did I hit you too hard?” His Father pushed his hand off their shoulder and stood up, giving him a cold stare. “Om. I taught you to finish your enemy. Next time, deal the finishing blow. You got it?” Om had never seen his father act so serious before. “Y-yes dad.” His father then dropped his stare and ruffled Om’s hair. “You passed son, I think you’re ready for a tournament.”
Om skipped down the street excitedly towards the place everyone was gathering at in the center of Ocariin City. They were so late that he could already hear the announcer beginning his speech, “Hello everybody and welcome to the Ocariin Legend Torunament!” “Hey dad! They are already starting! We’re gonna miss it!” They had arrived at the large gate for the arena that is rarely used. They stepped into the line for contenders, and after a very, VERY long wait they finally were signed up for their divisions.
Om was sitting in the Junior Division waiting room. There were countless children all chatting, and having a good time. Om however, was off in the corner meditating. “I have to focus if I want to be able to win!” After a few hours of the tournament going on, there were only 8 fighters left. The other 7 children seemed to be all friends. Om continued his mediation, trying to get ready for their fight. The other kids were all talking with each other and eyeing Om. The oldest kid in the group stood up and walked over. “Hey kid! Why are you sitting there taking a nap?” The child was met with silence. The kid punched om in the shoulder, “Hey weirdo! I’m talking to you!” Om opened his eyes slowly and gave the kid a stare that pierced right through him. The kid backed away, and muttered, “Can’t wait to beat that weirdo up.” Om went back to meditating, eager to win the tournament.
The Junior Division’s fights were underway. Om was up in the first match. He stepped up onto the stage in the arena. Across from him, a chubby Konatsian stepped up. The announcer yelled out, “The first fight is here, Om vs. Carmente!” When the bell rang, immediately Carmente sprung into action. “If I get you out, it’ll just be us!” Carmente jumped high into the air and tried to land on Om. Just before the kid landed, Om jumped out of the way. The kid had crashed down hard, he practically knocked himself out! “Well that was easy.” Om picked him up with ease and threw him off the side of the arena. “Carmente is out! Om advances to the Semi-Finals.”
With Om not needing to fight for awhile he decided to walk over to the main tournament. His father was up and he was fighting a big meathead. Om’s Father was dodging his moves with ease, slowly wearing the meathead down. His Father then charged up his Ki Overcharge technique and hit the meathead with it. The Meathead went flying into the air, crashing into the earth on the outside of the arena, creating a small crater. When his father left the arena, Om ran up to him. “Wow dad! You’re so strong! You finished him off in just one hit!” They both sat down and watched the fights continue.
After a few fights, Om stood up, “Sorry dad, but my match is up next! I have to go.” As Om ran off his father cheered him on. “You can win son! I believe in you!” Om arrived at the Stage, and across from him a scrawny looking Konatisan greeted him. The scrawny kid muttered, “This will be easy…” “The Semi-Finals begin! Om vs. Rayon! Begin!” The bell rang and the fight begun. Neither of them moved yet. It was pure silence for a full minute. Rayon then began firing a barrage of ki blasts. Om got hit hard, after getting knocked over to the edge of the arena Rayon walked over to him. “This was easy! Too bad I couldn’t make more of a show of your defeat.” Om then swept his leg and got up. Rayon rolled away from Om and stood up too. “Well, I guess I can make more of a show.” Rayon fired off another barrage of Ki Blasts but Om managed to dodge it this time. Om slowly got closer and closer to the other Konatsian until he was right in front of him. At this point, there was no where to dodge so he had to take the ki blasts head on. Om felt a strength he had never felt before in that moment, his hand began to glow with a Dark Blue aura and he realized… “It’s Ki Overcharge! I finally did it! Time to finish this!” Om curled his hand into a fist and punched Rayon in the stomach, sending him flying off the stage.
After the dust cleared, Om was still standing. His face bloodied and bruised, but he was still standing. “The winner is Om!” The crowd cheered for Om. Then, Om stumbled around and fell to the ground, he passed out. Medics had picked him up and brought him to a first aid tent where he was having his injuries treated. When he woke up, his father was sitting beside him. “You did it Om! You used Ki Overcharge! I’m so proud of you son.” Om hugged his father. “Well son, I have to get going. My fight is up next.” His father walked out of the tent. Once Om’s injuries were treated he got up to prepare for the finals.
Om sat in the waiting room once more, meditating. The same kid that annoyed him earlier walked up. “Hey weirdo! I don’t know how you beat my friends but I’m going to make sure you don’t win this.” Before Om could reply to him, the announcer called out their names. “And now… The Junior finals are here! Om vs. Bere!” The other kid stepped out onto the stage, with Om following close behind him.
The fight had begun and Om and Bere were going blow for blow. “Hey! I’m surprised! You’re pretty tough.” Om remained silent, focusing on the fight. “I have to remain focused, focus is the key.” Om then stepped back, and Bere lost his balance by missing a punch he put all his weight into. With this opening Om kneed him in the stomach and grabbed his arm, spun him around, and threw him. Before the dust from the throw cleared, Bere was already back up going at Om. Bere began shooting ki blasts at Om as well as throwing a barrage of punches. Om was barely keeping up. “This is bad.. But I can’t lose!” Om was then brutally beaten up. Bere dropped him on the edge of the arena. The crowd was cheering, so Bere stopped and turned around. “This is my chance, he lost focus!” Om then slowly stood up. He charged Ki Overcharge into his foot and kicked Bere in the back. He went flying to the other edge of the stage. Om’s vision was starting to stumble around again. “No… I can’t lose here..” Om’s vision had gone back to normal. “What… I managed to stay awake? I can win this!” Om charged towards Bere yelling, and Bere did the same. Bere swung a punch at Om’s stomach. But Om caught his fist and threw him off the stage, just like his father had done to him earlier today. “I did it? I did it!” The crowd went wild. Everyone was screaming and cheering! “The winner is Om!” Om was celebrating, but in the middle of the celebrating the announcer was pulled aside and was being talked to by an employee. The announcer walked over to Om. He was told that his father was critically injured during his fight.
Om ran into the First Aid tent. “Father? Father! Are you okay?” Om’s Father was bloody, burned, and bruised. “Son? Son is that you?” Om grabbed his father’s hand. “Father..” One of the medic’s pulled Om’s hand away. “Please leave, we have to try to treat his wounds.” Om sat outside the tent for hours, thinking about all of the time he spent training with his father. By the time he was told what happened, it was already night. A Medic stepped out of his tent and gave him the sad news. His father was dead.
Notes: Got bored so I thought I'd write some more backstory for Om. Was fun. Best post for Om yet. Would like PL please.
Om was sitting on the roof of his father’s home, looking out at the streets of Ocariin City. “Son are you ready to go?” Om turned around and saw his father. “I’m ready dad.” This was a big day for Om, today was his last day of training. But he had to fight his father to finish it. Om jumped down into the small training area they have at the side of their house. His father was already waiting for him. “This is it son, are you ready?” Om took a deep breath before charging towards his father. Om went for a punch but his father grabbed his fist and threw him across the training area. “You’re going to have to do much better than that.”
His father walked over to Om, looking down at his son. “After all I’ve taught you, one punch is all it takes?” Om then jumped up and gave a sharp uppercut to his father. Taken aback, Om’s father stumbles. With an opening, Om unleashes a barrage of punches right into his stomach. His father keels over and coughs up blood. Om runs over to his father, tears in his eyes. “Father! Father! Are you okay? Did I hit you too hard?” His Father pushed his hand off their shoulder and stood up, giving him a cold stare. “Om. I taught you to finish your enemy. Next time, deal the finishing blow. You got it?” Om had never seen his father act so serious before. “Y-yes dad.” His father then dropped his stare and ruffled Om’s hair. “You passed son, I think you’re ready for a tournament.”
Om skipped down the street excitedly towards the place everyone was gathering at in the center of Ocariin City. They were so late that he could already hear the announcer beginning his speech, “Hello everybody and welcome to the Ocariin Legend Torunament!” “Hey dad! They are already starting! We’re gonna miss it!” They had arrived at the large gate for the arena that is rarely used. They stepped into the line for contenders, and after a very, VERY long wait they finally were signed up for their divisions.
Om was sitting in the Junior Division waiting room. There were countless children all chatting, and having a good time. Om however, was off in the corner meditating. “I have to focus if I want to be able to win!” After a few hours of the tournament going on, there were only 8 fighters left. The other 7 children seemed to be all friends. Om continued his mediation, trying to get ready for their fight. The other kids were all talking with each other and eyeing Om. The oldest kid in the group stood up and walked over. “Hey kid! Why are you sitting there taking a nap?” The child was met with silence. The kid punched om in the shoulder, “Hey weirdo! I’m talking to you!” Om opened his eyes slowly and gave the kid a stare that pierced right through him. The kid backed away, and muttered, “Can’t wait to beat that weirdo up.” Om went back to meditating, eager to win the tournament.
The Junior Division’s fights were underway. Om was up in the first match. He stepped up onto the stage in the arena. Across from him, a chubby Konatsian stepped up. The announcer yelled out, “The first fight is here, Om vs. Carmente!” When the bell rang, immediately Carmente sprung into action. “If I get you out, it’ll just be us!” Carmente jumped high into the air and tried to land on Om. Just before the kid landed, Om jumped out of the way. The kid had crashed down hard, he practically knocked himself out! “Well that was easy.” Om picked him up with ease and threw him off the side of the arena. “Carmente is out! Om advances to the Semi-Finals.”
With Om not needing to fight for awhile he decided to walk over to the main tournament. His father was up and he was fighting a big meathead. Om’s Father was dodging his moves with ease, slowly wearing the meathead down. His Father then charged up his Ki Overcharge technique and hit the meathead with it. The Meathead went flying into the air, crashing into the earth on the outside of the arena, creating a small crater. When his father left the arena, Om ran up to him. “Wow dad! You’re so strong! You finished him off in just one hit!” They both sat down and watched the fights continue.
After a few fights, Om stood up, “Sorry dad, but my match is up next! I have to go.” As Om ran off his father cheered him on. “You can win son! I believe in you!” Om arrived at the Stage, and across from him a scrawny looking Konatisan greeted him. The scrawny kid muttered, “This will be easy…” “The Semi-Finals begin! Om vs. Rayon! Begin!” The bell rang and the fight begun. Neither of them moved yet. It was pure silence for a full minute. Rayon then began firing a barrage of ki blasts. Om got hit hard, after getting knocked over to the edge of the arena Rayon walked over to him. “This was easy! Too bad I couldn’t make more of a show of your defeat.” Om then swept his leg and got up. Rayon rolled away from Om and stood up too. “Well, I guess I can make more of a show.” Rayon fired off another barrage of Ki Blasts but Om managed to dodge it this time. Om slowly got closer and closer to the other Konatsian until he was right in front of him. At this point, there was no where to dodge so he had to take the ki blasts head on. Om felt a strength he had never felt before in that moment, his hand began to glow with a Dark Blue aura and he realized… “It’s Ki Overcharge! I finally did it! Time to finish this!” Om curled his hand into a fist and punched Rayon in the stomach, sending him flying off the stage.
After the dust cleared, Om was still standing. His face bloodied and bruised, but he was still standing. “The winner is Om!” The crowd cheered for Om. Then, Om stumbled around and fell to the ground, he passed out. Medics had picked him up and brought him to a first aid tent where he was having his injuries treated. When he woke up, his father was sitting beside him. “You did it Om! You used Ki Overcharge! I’m so proud of you son.” Om hugged his father. “Well son, I have to get going. My fight is up next.” His father walked out of the tent. Once Om’s injuries were treated he got up to prepare for the finals.
Om sat in the waiting room once more, meditating. The same kid that annoyed him earlier walked up. “Hey weirdo! I don’t know how you beat my friends but I’m going to make sure you don’t win this.” Before Om could reply to him, the announcer called out their names. “And now… The Junior finals are here! Om vs. Bere!” The other kid stepped out onto the stage, with Om following close behind him.
The fight had begun and Om and Bere were going blow for blow. “Hey! I’m surprised! You’re pretty tough.” Om remained silent, focusing on the fight. “I have to remain focused, focus is the key.” Om then stepped back, and Bere lost his balance by missing a punch he put all his weight into. With this opening Om kneed him in the stomach and grabbed his arm, spun him around, and threw him. Before the dust from the throw cleared, Bere was already back up going at Om. Bere began shooting ki blasts at Om as well as throwing a barrage of punches. Om was barely keeping up. “This is bad.. But I can’t lose!” Om was then brutally beaten up. Bere dropped him on the edge of the arena. The crowd was cheering, so Bere stopped and turned around. “This is my chance, he lost focus!” Om then slowly stood up. He charged Ki Overcharge into his foot and kicked Bere in the back. He went flying to the other edge of the stage. Om’s vision was starting to stumble around again. “No… I can’t lose here..” Om’s vision had gone back to normal. “What… I managed to stay awake? I can win this!” Om charged towards Bere yelling, and Bere did the same. Bere swung a punch at Om’s stomach. But Om caught his fist and threw him off the stage, just like his father had done to him earlier today. “I did it? I did it!” The crowd went wild. Everyone was screaming and cheering! “The winner is Om!” Om was celebrating, but in the middle of the celebrating the announcer was pulled aside and was being talked to by an employee. The announcer walked over to Om. He was told that his father was critically injured during his fight.
Om ran into the First Aid tent. “Father? Father! Are you okay?” Om’s Father was bloody, burned, and bruised. “Son? Son is that you?” Om grabbed his father’s hand. “Father..” One of the medic’s pulled Om’s hand away. “Please leave, we have to try to treat his wounds.” Om sat outside the tent for hours, thinking about all of the time he spent training with his father. By the time he was told what happened, it was already night. A Medic stepped out of his tent and gave him the sad news. His father was dead.
Notes: Got bored so I thought I'd write some more backstory for Om. Was fun. Best post for Om yet. Would like PL please.
