Name: Project Z
Nickname: Z
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Species: Experimental life form (Technically human)
Position: lawful Good
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills: Daggertail- A spiked chain of about 6 feet, which can be stored and released with a button on the handle of the Dreambreaker. This weapon is stored inside (and connected to) the inside of The Dreambreaker's handle, which is released by an air compression valve (Meaning it does not slink out. it SHOOTS out.) 2 post cooldown.
Weapon Focus- Z has been trained since he was a child to wield a blade. This lends itself to certain interest, as weapon-based techniques come easier to him, but magic-based techniques take longer for him to understand.
Agility- Free-running comes very easily to Z, and he constantly risks his life challenging himself with bigger obstacles.
Overdrive- When Z is about to die, and he knows it, his body begins to work furiously, giving him a good attack or two, and then leaving him exhausted. (The power of this attack depends on how many pieces of his soul [obtained by killing the other projects] that Z has collected. Right now, the count is Zero, so it is more of a desperate blow than anything else.) Cooldown: 5 posts.
Weapon/Items:Dreambreaker (Z's sword)
Comfortable armor
Picture:
Appearance: Z stands at a nice 6 feet, weighing a mere 138 pounds. Z has never bothered to take care of his white hair, so it sort of unruly, and sticks out in some places. Z takes much pride in his blue eyes, as the rest of the projects all have green eyes. On Z's chin, there is some premature beard hair, which never blossomed. Now, during Z's escape, he only had time to grab some of his armor, so his upper chest plate is incomplete, and his lower half only has pieces of the armor on the lower legs.
Around Z's neck is the necklace that W gave him, which he modified to keep his upper armor on.
Personality:Z is a rather strange individual. He is very sarcastic, while kind at the same time. Z has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and intervenes into the simplest of conflicts. Z does not understand his own mortality, and would gladly sacrifice himself for a good cause. Z is a naturally brave soul, with one exception, GIRLS. Cannot talk to anything female, and usually gets a bit nervous when a girl talks to him. Z knows nothing about romance so, when the topic is brought up, he becomes quiet. Z can usually withstand a girl’s presence once he gets to know them enough. Very sentimental about his life, but doesn’t really like to talk about it. Z finds new motivation every time someone shows that they have genuine faith in him. Z enjoys being social and talking to others. Z doesn’t work well in a group he doesn’t know, but easily coordinates once he actually knows them. A clear head is key to any win, and that’s exactly what Z tells himself during every fight.
Original World: CHAOS Laboratories.
Current World: Traverse Town
History:DURING BIRTH BY SLEEPToday was truly a momentous day. Professor Kurushii walked down a long, metallic hall, very impatient to see what his scientists had waiting for him. They had said it was time to begin CHAOS, the Kurushii family's ultimate project. The Kurushii family had been working for thousands of years, mating with specific individuals to create a child who could accomplish their ultimate goal, CHAOS (Central Housing And Obliteration of Souls).
This project was designed to eliminate the use for a soul by getting rid of it altogether. The project's final goal was the destruction of every current known life form, and reanimating the corpses. This was done by defeating a heartless, and using the dispersed darkness from the defeated heartless on the released heart to strengthen it, to the point where it became a "Super heart" of sorts. This lengthened an individual's life by about 600 years, and limited the free will of the now soulless individual.
Kurushii walked into testing room 26, eager to see what they had for him.
"Good morning, sir. Today, project Z will be conducting his first examinations. Now, we must ask you to wear protective gear during these tests, as Project Z still exhibits large amounts of free will." The head administrator told him.
Executing CHAOS required extreme care. Prof. Kurushii's only son's soul was removed, using a heartless/nobody extract (which had cost him all of his interns), and split into 26 pieces, each of which (save for the original) had it's own body. Each project was trained in different forms of combat, when they had reached their full potential, if no special abilities or powers had surfaced, they were put into a special machine, which pieced the souls back together. Now, when a piece of a soul is put into a body, it heals whatever was lost (sort of like a starfish. When you cut it in half, each half grows back, to form a new starfish). CHAOS was the unity of all 26 pieces, each having grown past the full potential of the body it was put in.
"Project Z, age three, Swordsman, No special qualities exhibited, current level of mastery: Intermediate. Begin Test." The overhead computer blared into Z's testing room. This test was fairly simply, all Z would have to do is kill a few living enemies. Kurushii smirked, whispering to his administrator
"It's genius, if i do say so, myself. Not only will it test his abilities, but it will also eliminate the only liability in this equation." Kurushii said, smirking.
"And who would that be, sir?" The administrator replied, now genuinely curious.
"Why, Z's mother, of course." DURING KH1"Trying to escape AGAIN, are we?" The administrator said, hefting a very disappointed Z back to his room.
"Naturally. what do you expect from the "problem child"?" He said, in his sarcastic tone of voice.
"I expect you to put more effort in to an escape than THAT. Just because I'm your father figure, in place of professor Kurushii, doesn't mean you cant kill me." Z laughed.
"I killed my mother. why would i want to kill my surrogate father, too? Especially when he's been a better one to me than my biological one." The administrator laughed, and said
"its true, the professor lacks any form of social skills. Still, in the end, even your dearest friend may betray you." Z waved him off, and walked into his room.
Tomorrow was his last day of rest, before the final exam. They told him that if he passed the test, he would be freed from the bonds that held him, although he sincerely doubted it. Z smiled, thinking to himself
"Tomorrow i'll do it for sure. I CANT give up, not when i'm this close! One day, i'll get outta here. On that day, i can make everything right again. On that day, i will finally be able to dream..."Z went to sleep happy that night, newly motivated by his own eagerness.
Z woke the next day to see a doctor standing over him with a needle.
"XA-12, the ultimate mind control drug. Calms the mind to a point where it simply releases endorphins of agreement, rather than think for itself. If overdosed, the rest of the organs will calm, too. The heart can't beat if it's relaxed, nor can the lungs draw breath. You finally finished it?" "Indeed i did. and GUESS WHO the lucky first tester is." The doctor said, smiling devilishly.
"I'm guessing your not here just for tea, then?" The doctor raised his needle high, and brought it down sharply. Z's bed became wet with the medicine, as Z was now behind the doctor, injecting a second vile into him (about 12 overdoses). Z turned, and bolted out the door.
Into the hall, and down it he ran. A guard behind him shot a dart into his leg, which he yanked out, and threw away. He threw himself into an elevator, hitting the "DOCKING BAY" button with his head, and causing it to bleed. Z sat with his back against the wall, almost vomitting the entire contents of his stomach onto the ground. Today was not his day. Z fought the blackness eating at his vision as much as he could, running toward the airlock as fast as he could.
The last thing he could remember of that incident was a harpoon going through his chest, and passing out...
PRESENT DAYZ woke with a start, to see the administrator standing over him.
"How long was i out?" "Not too long. about 2-3 years." "oh. what day is it?" "It's your birthday. Happy, fifteenth, kid." "So, what about CHAOS? when is my mastery exam?" The administrator brought his voice down to a whisper.
"That's the problem, the deadline for a SAFE Integration into CHAOS is 14. Now the task falls on my shoulders to terminate you. Goodbye, Z." He raised a bloody knife above his head, and brought it down next to Z's head.
"Stop moving, you're only making this harder!" He brought down the knife again, which Z easily rolled away from.
Z regained his footing, picking up the only equipment available to him: a 2-foot-long strip of thick cloth. Z took a fighting stance, and allowed the administrator the rush him once more. The administrator thrusted the knife forward, putting all his muscle into his attack.
Z, left with no choice, used the administrator's arm as leverage, and flipped over his head. During this flip, Z hooked the Cloth around the administrator's neck. When Z landed, he pulled, and it was all over. Z took the Administrator's knife, and ran through the hallway to his room, where he grabbed whatever armor was closest (his lower armor, and chestplate skeleton), and bolted through the hall. Every guard he passed shot a dart into his back, and began chasing him. When he finall got to the elevator, he found it empty.
"Just my luck" He turned and caught a slug bound for his neck, sucking the extremely flammable sedative out of it, and spewing it in front of him. he then proceeded to use the administrator's knife to create sparks off his armor, lighting all the sedative on fire. He yanked one out of his arm, throwing it against the evelator door, and exploding. Z waved to the flaming guards, and jumped down the elevator shaft, sliding down the walls until he reached the docking bay.
There, he ripped all the slugs out of his body, and threw them into barrels full of radioactive, highly unstable fuel for the ship. He felt his back being pierced by a harpoon once more This time, however, It did not stop him. Instead, he pulled the harpoon out of his stomach, and stuck the rope into the pile of what he later deemed
"Pointlessly explosive fuel for a station that never moves". He used his spark method to light the rope, and dived into one of the escape pods.
Inside the pod was one of the shock troopers, taking a nap. Z took out the sword given to the elite shock troopers, The Dreamer, and slit the trooper's throat. Z pressed the LAUNCH button, and sat back in his chair. Blackness ate at Z's vision, consuming it almost entirely. Z's last conscious thought was
"I cant call it the Dreamer. No, you shall be.......the Dreambreaker." Role Playing Sample: "Your suffering's pointless! we have already won. the vulnerable state this world is in now only invites ATTACK!" said Z's father, holding Z up by the neck.
"While your focus has been on preventing CHAOS's rebirth, my armies have already attacked, and acquired EVERY PART of project CHAOS. They're near. and once they arrive, CHAOS's final purpose will be fulfilled. The destruction of all creation." he threw Z on the ground, and stabbed his claws through Z's heart.
Z's father's eyes lit up, and turned to project W, who lay on the ground in a near-lifeless heap.
"Is there anything more painful than seeing those in love die?" he flashed above W, fully intent on ridding her of her life. Z jumped at his father, attempting to protect his loved one, and actually managed to damage his father, however, Z found himself hanging from the tip of a long sword by his heart. Z could only manage one sentence before the pain overcame him.
"Can you keep up?" Z began to move at breakneck speeds, rivaling that of W herself. He swung and swung, although what he was hitting even he didn't know. how W managed coherent thought during such great speed was a mystery. W.....the one he loved. The one who's soul wouldn't even pass to the afterlife should he fail. Then, a realization hit him harder than W ever did.
"I am going to die." Z realized.
"but, if I'm gonna die, i had better make my last few minutes really count." Z stopped behind his father, and reached into his very soul, and grabbed something that seemed somehow familiar.
His eyes turned jet black, and a voice said to him
"Who are you? Where am i NOW? Sorry, you have no idea how long it's been since someone talked to me. My name is Dengen, but you can call me CHAOS.""Chaos, huh?"Z allowed power to flow into his hands, his sword being overcome by a much larger sword, one made of light. This new sword was Z's retribution, and he knew it. Z lept at his father, putting his heart and soul into this last attack...
Z woke with a start, shaking off the nightmare, and turning, to see traverse town rushing rapidly toward his now flaming escape pod.
"That same dream, again..."
