Post by blade on Oct 25, 2011 17:52:18 GMT -5
Name: X-R-794; Identifier, "Blade"
Race: Android
Sex: Programmed as Masculine
Age: Constructed some fourteen years ago; plans and some memory data date back nearly fifty years
Aura color: Discernible aura an almost entirely translucent white, with odd sparks here and there to provide definition and visibility.
Image:
Attacks:
Flight: Self-propeled flight, as by manipulation of one's ki or energy.
Battle Program One: Battle-Saw: Holding either, or both, of his arms out to his sides, Blade is capable of crafting a sawblade from his energy supplies. The more powerful he grows, the more dangerous and lethal these blades will grow, as they are directly proportionate to his own power in terms of strength and damage-dealing capability.
Energy Cut: Holding up one arm, Blade will focus energy into his fingers. He will then swipe his arm, releasing a slashwave of energy before him in the direction of his arm swipe.
Starting Planet: Earth
Bio: Blade was born of necessity and as a continuation of an already in-place military project. Created to serve as an assassin and cleaner for missions gone awry, he saw no service until well after he was originally designed. The first drafts for his creation and blueprints were drawn up before Relic had even combined the universes together.
Just as his first model was being created, the universes were combined and the Ultiverse was born. Most of the data on the original Subject B.L.A.D.E. was lost during this process, as were most of those working on the project.
Work on the project went without any progress at all for some time. The original workers of the project -- those that had survived, at any rate -- had been scattered.
Eventually, however, two of the workers managed to run across each other. And from there, they decided that their designs would be of use in this new, chaotic existence. So began the laborious process of tracking down anyone and everyone who had been involved with the project. Those who were willing to continue work were welcomed back. Those that weren't were executed to keep knowledge of their 'secret' project from leaking out.
It took several years for everyone to be tracked down, and when it was finally time to begin work on the new iteration of B.L.A.D.E., Relic had already been defeated.
The first working model of Project B.L.A.D.E. was a complete failure. It did not exhibit any of the traits they required of it, and so was completely scrapped. One of the team suggested going to Sector 8, to study the cyborgs there and see how their inner workings were made for possible inspiration.
The study proved valuable, as it produced information on the construction of mechanical beings, and advanced that aspect of their research several phases of trial and error.
The next incarnation of the project was more succesful, and had basic human functions -- it could learn more and make decisions independantly, but was still not up to the level they were seeking. It was scrapped after notes were made.
The final incarnation was completed several years later. Deemed a success after a full year of testing, it was finally given its first assignment.
A great number of months and succesful assignments later, and the greatest assignment yet to be put forth was given to it. And this assignment carried it far out into the depths of space, on a literal wild goose chase for its target. When the mission was finally accomplished, and Blade returned to Earth, it found the former labratory of its origin in ruins.
During his time away on his mission, a tragic accident had occurred, obliterating the facility. Not knowing what had happened, Blade searched the wreckage, and eventually found there a single message scrawled on a chunk of crumbling wall. It was barely readable in its condition, but he managed to make out the words: "BLADE -- Mission Status Black. Initiate Prime Directive. Free Volition."
With that, he was released from his 'servitude' and given complete independence to do as he would. At that point still more logic-driven machine than emotion-driven being, he did the only thing that made sense. He took the labcoat from the charred, skeletal remains of one of his creators, and set out into the wide world to do what he had been programmed to do: exist.
Zeni: 200
Items: Only the tattered labcoat he wears.
Race: Android
Sex: Programmed as Masculine
Age: Constructed some fourteen years ago; plans and some memory data date back nearly fifty years
Aura color: Discernible aura an almost entirely translucent white, with odd sparks here and there to provide definition and visibility.
Image:
Attacks:
Flight: Self-propeled flight, as by manipulation of one's ki or energy.
Battle Program One: Battle-Saw: Holding either, or both, of his arms out to his sides, Blade is capable of crafting a sawblade from his energy supplies. The more powerful he grows, the more dangerous and lethal these blades will grow, as they are directly proportionate to his own power in terms of strength and damage-dealing capability.
Energy Cut: Holding up one arm, Blade will focus energy into his fingers. He will then swipe his arm, releasing a slashwave of energy before him in the direction of his arm swipe.
Starting Planet: Earth
Bio: Blade was born of necessity and as a continuation of an already in-place military project. Created to serve as an assassin and cleaner for missions gone awry, he saw no service until well after he was originally designed. The first drafts for his creation and blueprints were drawn up before Relic had even combined the universes together.
Just as his first model was being created, the universes were combined and the Ultiverse was born. Most of the data on the original Subject B.L.A.D.E. was lost during this process, as were most of those working on the project.
Work on the project went without any progress at all for some time. The original workers of the project -- those that had survived, at any rate -- had been scattered.
Eventually, however, two of the workers managed to run across each other. And from there, they decided that their designs would be of use in this new, chaotic existence. So began the laborious process of tracking down anyone and everyone who had been involved with the project. Those who were willing to continue work were welcomed back. Those that weren't were executed to keep knowledge of their 'secret' project from leaking out.
It took several years for everyone to be tracked down, and when it was finally time to begin work on the new iteration of B.L.A.D.E., Relic had already been defeated.
The first working model of Project B.L.A.D.E. was a complete failure. It did not exhibit any of the traits they required of it, and so was completely scrapped. One of the team suggested going to Sector 8, to study the cyborgs there and see how their inner workings were made for possible inspiration.
The study proved valuable, as it produced information on the construction of mechanical beings, and advanced that aspect of their research several phases of trial and error.
The next incarnation of the project was more succesful, and had basic human functions -- it could learn more and make decisions independantly, but was still not up to the level they were seeking. It was scrapped after notes were made.
The final incarnation was completed several years later. Deemed a success after a full year of testing, it was finally given its first assignment.
A great number of months and succesful assignments later, and the greatest assignment yet to be put forth was given to it. And this assignment carried it far out into the depths of space, on a literal wild goose chase for its target. When the mission was finally accomplished, and Blade returned to Earth, it found the former labratory of its origin in ruins.
During his time away on his mission, a tragic accident had occurred, obliterating the facility. Not knowing what had happened, Blade searched the wreckage, and eventually found there a single message scrawled on a chunk of crumbling wall. It was barely readable in its condition, but he managed to make out the words: "BLADE -- Mission Status Black. Initiate Prime Directive. Free Volition."
With that, he was released from his 'servitude' and given complete independence to do as he would. At that point still more logic-driven machine than emotion-driven being, he did the only thing that made sense. He took the labcoat from the charred, skeletal remains of one of his creators, and set out into the wide world to do what he had been programmed to do: exist.
Zeni: 200
Items: Only the tattered labcoat he wears.
