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”Earth is even better than what they told me at the labs!”

Name:
Subject Z-01

A name was not assigned to Subject Z-01 to prevent the formation of emotional attachment from staff working on the project.

Alias:
Sol (This will be developed later)
Age:
19
Mentor:
Cyborg
Status:
Full-Time 
Personality:

Outgoing, Naive, Passionate, Innocent, and Short-Tempere: 

It should also be noted that due to her sheltered life thus far, it is difficult to fully establish a personality analysis. Only exposure to the outside world can fully reveal her nature.

Experience:
Minimal; Z-01 has only participated in tests at CADMUS Facility X-01. There is no practical tests or training undergone just yet.
Powers:
It is currently unknown if Z-01’s abilities will develop further in her life or not. Only time can tell. (OOC Note: This is me leaving it open to the GMs on which abilities can grow further or not over the course of the RP).

Solar Energy Absorption: Under optimal conditions, this is the main source of Z-01's super powers as they are contingent upon exposure to solar radiation from a yellow sun star system. Her biological make up includes a number of organs which lack analogues in humans and whose functions are unknown. It is believed that between one or more of these and her bio-cellular matrix, "yellow" solar energy is stored for later use. This allows for the use of these powers to fade when yellow solar radiation is not available instead of immediate failure.

Superhuman Abilities: Her physical abilities are augmented by the radiation from the yellow sun. Her strength, stamina, and speed are all within the realm of Kryptonian levels… though to a lesser extent than her kin. Her stamina is weaker, strength lesser, and she is not nearly as fast as her peers. Certainly less so than any speedsters.

Invulnerability: Z-01 shares ‘Invulnerability’ with her fellow Kryptonians, though the truth of the matter is that she is merely extremely durable. Bullets seem to crumple with ease against her, but a being within her weightclass can ensure Z-01 is not getting back to her feet any time soon. (Z-01 is currently unaware of her invulnerability, as this would increase the risk to staff.)

Enhanced Senses: Z-01 shares the Kryptonian physiology that enables Superman’s Hearing and Visiual abilities. Albeit to a much lesser extent than the Man of Steel. Her visual abilities are similar to those of a Spy Satellite, and her auditory levels enable only about a city’s range of sounds to be heard even with concentration.

Flight: Z-01 is capable of flight much like her kin. Hovering to movement in any posture in any direction. Her top speed in the air currently maxes out at around Mach 1.5. (Z-01 is currently unaware of her ability to fly).

Enhanced Heat Vision: Z-01 can, as a conscious act, fire beams of intense heat at a target by looking at it. She can vary the heat and area affected, she is even capable of reducing in the heat in the blast in exchange for raw force upon impact. Something even her fellow Kryptonians cannot do. For reasons currently not understood, Z-01’s heat vision manifests in a green color as opposed to the standard red-orange.

Skills:

Eidetic Memory: Z-01 possess an eidetic memory akin to her fellow Kryptonians. She is able to perfectly recall any information she has seen before. While her memory is still far and away stronger with other senses than a normal human, Z-01 can only perfectly recall visual stimuli.
Scientific Knowledge: In a bid to help Z-01 better understand her own ability, the clone was taught a wide range of scientific fields. Biology, Physics, Astronomy, and many more. She adapted to these fields so quickly, that the clone was even used (without knowledge of the higher ups) as a research assistant in several other projects.
History: Z-01 has been taught a wide range of historical knowledge. Earth and alien, with a heavy focus on various tactics used in the many conflicts of history, as well as information regarding the opponents she might one day face when sent after the Man of Steel. Additionally, Z-01 was taught of the many Earth cultures throughout its history, a bid to make her more attached to the planet,  its people, and her handlers.
Fine Arts: Z-01, in what little free time she has been allowed, developed both a skill and hobby for two particular paths of art. Drawing and Singing. The first started as idle doodles of a young clone, and eventually grew into rather detailed sketches of her surroundings as well as the staff taking care of her. Whereas her vocal talent developed out of the girl mouthing along, then eventually starting to sing along, to the music from whatever radio station the staff left on within the labs.

Weaknesses:
Kryptonite: Z-01 is proven to be exceptionally vulnerable to Kryptonite. Its mere presence in her vicinity for a prolonged period of time not only renders her powerless, but can even leave her in a comatose state. Kryptonite entering her bloodstream is extremely dangerous to Z-01, able to kill her much easier than it would against the Man of Steel.
Magic: Z-01 has no defenses against magical beings or artifacts. Magically enhanced weapons or attacks are just as capable of harming her as they would an ordinary human.
Psionics: Z-01 does not poessses any psionic training or ability, and is therefore vulnerable to physic and psionic attacks.
Inexperience: Z-01 does not posses any training in how to fight, and this inexperience means she could be best in battle even by one weaker than herself simply because they know how to handle her.
Lead: Z-01, like her fellow Kryptonians, cannot see through Lead.
Imperfect Clone:
 Z-01 is not a perfect clone of General Zod, and therefore posses his abilities but at a weaker potentcy than her progenitor. Additionally, she is less durable than her fellow Kryptonians and can be taken down much easier than one of them would be. Though, it remains to be seen how her strength will grow throughout her life.   

Appearance:

Z-01 appears every bit as striking as her fellow Kryptonians. Despite growing up in captivity, Z-01 is a near perfect specimen of what an idealized ‘human’ would look like. A beauty, with raw power emanating just beneath her skin that would make her near irresistible to many of the average man. With platinum blonde hair, and striking green eyes, the clone has a face thats hard to forget. A face which, should be noted, is rather easy on one’s eyes. Coupled with her athletic physique and toned form, Z-01 does not stray far from the standard ‘idealized’ look common among Kryptonians. 

BRIEF Bio:
Created in CADMUS’ sprawling cloning facilities underneath Metropolis, project Z-01 is the latest in CADMUS’ attempts at creating a Kryptonian loyal to their desires. One that could eventually bring down the likes of the Man of Steel, and any other alien threats that might face Earth. The clone was created using a different approach; instead of trying to clone Superman himself, DNA was instead sampled from one of his greatest adversaries… General Zod. With goals of exploiting and improving upon Zod’s qualities that gave Superman one of his roughest fights, the agency attempted to tamper with some of the Kryptonian General’s DNA to bring out their desired effects. The initial results of this tampering proved to be less than ideal, with the imperfect clone turning out to be less capable in most fronts than a standard Kryptonian. Still, it was argued among the staff that the project should be continued. The clone might yet mature into abilities that were previously unobserved within Kryptonians. 

As such, Z-01 was raised in complete isolation. Knowing naught but the inside of her room, and the halls that led to the various tests she was forced to undergo. All of this to help her learn to control these abilities, the clone was assured. To help her learn what she needed so that she could one day save the Earth from its greatest of enemies; the overlord known as Superman. With such isolation being all that she knew, the clone found herself easily believing these tales. About her destiny, why she was here. She pushed herself every day, trying to master the abilities she was assured would be vital later in her life. Day in and day out was the same. Wake up, breakfast, train, lunch, tests, dinner, train, and then sleep. This was her life, and in not knowing what else there was to life… the clone was happy. She was content with her lot in life, and would do her best to keep the ‘family’ that she had proud of her. What else was there for her to do?

Around six months into her life, the clone made the first breakthrough that gave CADMUS hope for the future of the project. Heat Vision. While the ability itself was nothing spectacular compared to her fellow Kryptonians, it was what the clone could do with it that set her apart. The breakthrough was brought on during a late night of tests for the clone, as she was growing frustrated with  herself for her lack of progress… and with the staff for being so short with her over that same lack of growth. As she argued with the member running her tests, who was safely outside the testing chambers, the clone’s green eyes seemed to glow. Growing brighter, brighter, until brilliant lances of energy shot out from her gaze. Reacting in fear of the sudden change, the clone tried to stop the beams, managing to dial their power down to levels suitable to keep a person warm before finally stopping the output of energy. 

From here, the staff was suddenly much more eager to work with the young clone. Having seen some hint of success for a project that many were starting to lose their faith in. Their focus shifted to mastering this key ability that the clone had shown some unique control over, thinking that it would be a first step towards unlocking other hidden potentials within the clone. Z-01 learned to not only control the width or heat of the beam, but even to enhance the force of the beam itself. Whereas Superman had always had some ability to physically move others with his heat vision in addition to its heat, Z-01 showed the ability to go past this. To create a physical impact, like a punch from an extended range, but much more focused in its area. The excitement over this development continued to bubble in both the staff and Z-01, even leading some of the scientists assigned to her project to engage in what bordered friendly discourse with the clone… despite their orders to avoid doing exactly that…

Notes:

Z-01 has no given name, due to her status as a created being.
Z-01 is within Kryptonian range of all her abilities, but noticeably lesser than her peers.
Z-01’s eyes tend to glow, with the brightness scaling with her anger.

The energizing beat filled the otherwise still room, leaping forward from the small radio sitting next to the lab’s main computer. Along with the beat, floated a sweet voice carrying the lyrics of the song throughout the air, but from a different source altogether. A teenager standing over a station with a rather impressive-looking microscope and looking a bit out of place compared to the other two occupants of the lab. Both were older, in their 40’s, and looking with interest at something on the computer’s monitor while the blonde worked away at her station. It was peaceful, a bit of calm within the teenager’s otherwise busy day. As she continued singing along with the song, the girl moved about documenting a few observations made at the microscope and sending them over to the lab’s main computer before stepping away from the station. Calmly, she made her way over to the two scientists eagerly gesturing towards the computer and spoke up as she drew close. 

”Dr. Smith, Dr. Penn.” She said softly, causing both of the scientists to jump and quickly click off something that had been pulled up on their screen. ”I finished the observations you asked for on sample 2C, sent them over for you both to review. It does look like that cells are taking to their environment, maybe we’ve finally got this one?” She asked with a friendly smile on her features as the two looked at each other, then towards the files she had sent over. There was a small murmur of conversation between the two of the scientists, before they turned back on the girl. 

”Good work, Z-01. I think that’s all we had for today…” Dr. Smith said, reaching up to comb back his non-existant hair and adjust his glasses as he spoke. He looked towards the woman as if to ask her a question, before the teenager took the chance to jump in the silence. 

”What were you two looking at? I seem to have scared you both, was it classified?”

”Ah… yeah. Classified info, sorry for worrying you.”

The teenager’s eyes narrowed for a half of a second as he spoke. Noticing that both scientists’ hearts seemed to pick up their pace. Were they lying about something? Surely they’d have no reason to lie to her. She’d not done anything wrong recently, and had even been helping with their latest project. However, Z-01 decided not to prod on the subject. Perhaps it was something personal that neither wished to discuss. People were weird like that. With a small nod and that smile returning once more to her features, the girl turned attention back to the conversation at hand. The two were talking over the results once more, seemingly having forgotten the girl waiting patiently while she was off in her own thoughts. The girl let out a small sigh, a hint of irritation in her voice at that particular development. ”U-uhm, if its not too much, I was wondering if I could collect on my payment for helping today?” She asked, eyes seemingly twinkling in excitement for what would come next. 

Both scientists turned, remembering that they had company and looked towards each other before turning back towards her. The payment she had been asking for wasn’t anything physical, but rather information. That she’d be able to ask the scientists any question of her choosing and they’d sate her curiosity on the matter. ”Ah! Of course sweetie.” Came the response from Dr. Penn, a rather rotund lady with a cruel look in her eyes and greying hair that did not match her inviting tone of voice. ”We nearly forgot there, didn’t we David?” She said with a little laugh as she turned her attention back on the young woman. ”So whats the question today, Z-01?” She asked, that obviously fake smile still on her lips. 

”I was just wondering if… well, I was wondering what its like outside? What was it like today, are the people out there safe from… him?”

”What is it like outside? Usually your questions are more scientific, Z-01. What inspired this?”

”I was just curious, I’m always cooped up in the labs, and they could be in danger…”

”Ah, no matter, a little curiosity doesn’t hurt. David, you can answer this!” Dr. Penn cut in, easily extracting herself from answering the question. Another strange development, as she usually couldn’t wait to answer whatever the clone asked. Both Z-01 and Dr. Smith looked at her with a look of obvious confusion before the man shrugged and sat back to answer the girl’s question. ”Well, there isn’t really much to tell you that you don’t already know, Z-01. Weather was fine today, life went on as it usually does.” He said, clearly eager to move past the subject and get back to his studies. Yet, as the blonde eagerly stared at him, it was evident she was expecting something more. With an irritated sigh, the man continued. ”The people out there are fine, Z-01, they live carefree lives in their cities. What else do you want, me to tell you about the children who blocked my drive in? That Superman is on the news again!?” The man said, cutting off immediately after speaking as he saw the shocked expression of Dr. Penn, and the suspicious look suddenly appearing on Z-01’s features. 

He stammered as he tried to backpedal on his previous statements, but the clone shot him a harsh glare. ”I know you weren’t lying, Dr. Smith, I can hear your heartbeat. I can see Dr. Penn’s reaction.” She said firmly, staring the man down as she continued. ”I thought that the people out there lived in fear, of Superman? I thought we all lived in this bunker, safe from his reign until I was ready, how come you mentioned your drive in?” She demanded, pausing as a thought occurred to her. Perhaps somebody else had stopped Superman already? Perhaps the staff here hadn’t known how to tell her, and thats what was being hidden? She had to know. The blonde stepped in suddenly, forcefully shoving both Doctors away from the computer with enough force to send each to their rears. She quickly clicked over to the screen that had been hidden as she approached… and her eyes went wide. 

Superman Saves The Day!

The headline read, with the date confirming it was from today, and a picture of the alien carrying a woman from a burning building. ”W-what?...” The girl whispered, scanning through the whole article in under a second. In the next moment, she spun on Dr. Smith and lifted the man by the front of his shirt to stop him from hitting the panic button he’d been closing on. Her features were a myriad of mixed emotions. Hurt, fear, anger. All the looks of a girl who felt betrayed, a girl who’d just learned her life was a lie. She threw the man behind her, so he landed heavily near Dr. Penn even as the woman tried to get to her feet and flee the lab. 

Zzzt! came a sizziling hiss from the floor in front of the woman as deadly arcs of green energy carved a line in front of her, causing the Doctor to jump back in fear. She stumbled back, pinning herself in a corner alongside Doctor Smith, both in fear of creation they knew could end their lives in mere moments. Her eyes glowed a violent green, seemingly as bright as LEDs as the clone approached both. The anger growing rapidly across her face becoming terrifyingly reminiscent of the man she was cloned from, and striking a fear for their lives into both Doctors. ”You lied to me!” She hissed, even as her voice started to raise. ”You told me he conquered the world up there! You told me that people lived in fear of him! Yet there is the evidence of the opposite! Why? Why would you lie to me like that!?” She demanded, tears stinging her face as the pain gripped her heart. Was everything about her a lie? Was she the fool for trusting these people for her whole life? 

They’re lying.

I can’t trust them.

I need to…

I need to leave.

I’ll find the truth.

The words echoed through the clone’s mind even as she clenched a fist so tight that her knuckles went white. She wasn’t really thinking anymore, her mind a myriad of emotions and thoughts over what she’d learned. The next moment was a blur of sudden motion as the clone launched upwards, slamming through innumerable floors of concrete and support structures as if they were made of paper. Further. Further. Further. 

Then the ceiling exploded upwards in a brilliant display of flying debris and flashing bursts of electricity. All sent hurtling into the sky from the force of her escape, even as the girl herself moved in a gentle arc down towards a segment of road just outside of the city. It was an overload, the openness of the night sky, the calm sounds of a myriad of living creatures intermingling with the chaos of the nearby city. The sight, sound, scent, feel of the cool night air. It was all too much. As the girl slammed down into the street, the impact and sensory overload caused her mind to blank out for a second. Everything being too much for her to handle at once. 

Her eyes fluttered open to the same scene they closed with, only this time there was somebody else with her. In a mere second, the blonde was on her feet and back a couple of steps, eyes already glowing before she’d even taken in who was with her. A man, seemingly half covered in strange machinery, and the other half flesh and blood. Nothing like she’d seen before, and that alone was enough to start convincing the girl he wasn’t with those who’d raised her. He wore an easy grin, with both hands held up in mock surrender as he looked at the girl in her tattered outfit. ”Quite the entrance. Not every day somebody comes slamming up from the ground like that, definitely not outside Metropolis.” The man said, his tone casual as if this were, in fact, something he saw every day. The clone tilted her head slightly, confused by this man’s easygoing attitude. Was this how people were up here?

”Listen, I’m bettin’ whoever you’re running from has something to do with the convoy of trucks comin’ our way. I got a place you’d be safe from whoever’s after ya in Midway City, and we can figure out your deal from there. Sound good?” He said, offering a hand towards the girl even as she turned back in the direction he’d gestured when mentioning the convoy. Sure enough, she saw a line of trucks bearing the same markings as the lab hurtling down the highways towards them. So perhaps this man was telling the truth… and… she didn’t really have a choice at the moment. With a nervous swallow she nodded and took the robot-man’s hand. ”Great. You got a name?” He asked quickly. ”Z-01” She responded. 

”Yeah, we’re gonna have to work on that one. Some folks call me Cyborg, that’ll do till I know you better.”

Here she is! Please be gentle! I can make any adjustments needed <3
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