Project Z Character Application (Done)

Project Z, Age 3:

Today 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. This lengthened an individual's life by about 600 years, and limited the free will of the now soulless individual. However, a body is very unstable without a soul, and thus requires at least a miniscule link to a paranormal form of energy. Thus, CHAOS attaches a “soul string” of sorts, allowing the ability to monitor the individual, while keeping them alive. Sort of like a puppet and it’s strings.

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 its 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 "its 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."

Project Z, age 8:
"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 can’t 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 "it’s 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 you’re 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 vomiting 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 DAY
Z 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 13. 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 chest plate skeleton), and bolted through the hall. Every guard he passed shot a dart into his back, and began chasing him. When he finally 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 elevator 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 Shining Soul, and slit the trooper's throat. Z pressed the LAUNCH button, and sat back in his chair, sailing rapidly toward earth. Blackness ate at Z's vision, consuming it almost entirely. Z's last conscious thought was "I can’t call it the Shining Soul. No, you shall be.......The Stained Soul."

Aerodynamic: Z has adapted his own means of transportation, at the lack of flight. Z uses his weapon, The Stained Soul, along with his own skill to jump and climb across anything he finds in the city, that happens to have a good foothold, or place to jump from/to.

Pseudo-Flight: Z cannot fly, however, he finds that his ability to jump far exceeds that of a normal individual. He pairs this with his climbing skill, allowing him to travel at intermediate speeds.

Overdrive: When Z is close to death, he summons the last of his strength to perform a form of desperation move. How strong this move is depends on how many of the other Projects Z has defeated. (A log will be kept, with a link to this app, should this be approved.)