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Ulrich Zod

"Kneel...I'm kidding."

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a character in “Descendant Academy”, as played by SparxALot

Description

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"I give people chances then I get hostile."
- Ulrich Zod




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n a m e
Ulrich Zod

n i c k n a m e s
No official ones

a g e
27

g e n d e r
Male

s e x u a l i t y
Heterosexual

o r i g i n
Krypton/Utah

s p e c i e s
Otherworldly

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n
level 9 — physical



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h e i g h t
6'2"

w e i g h t
198

h a i r
Black

e y e s
Blue

m a r k i n g s
The cunning of Zod and will to make a lesson has left him with permanent scars along his back. Signs of endurance, tests failed and Zod's position.

a p p e a r a n c e
Ulrich is a physically intruding man, large in every portion, fit and muscular physique, tall, and the son to a general that wanted to make the world bow to him. He carries himself in such a proud way, chin up, unafraid of eye contact but he doesn't mean in it as an establishment of superiority, it's just how he was taught to present himself and is embedded into him.
His dark tousled hair and blue eyes make for an attractive combination, much unlike his father's permanently cold and rougher features.





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P O W E R S

Superhuman Strengthx // x His strength exceeds that of any person's. 100 times over.
Superhuman Speedx // x Ulrich can move at incredible speeds at will.
Superhuman Staminax // x Ulrich rarely tires and can maintain high intensity activity.
Invulnerabilityx // x He and his father are near indestructible and known to withstand many blasts, bullets, voltages, and immune to earthly diseases and viruses.
Flight x // x The ability to take flight at excess speed.
Superhuman Senses x // x At first, appearing more of a curse, mastery of his senses has instead proven convenient and a gift. He is able to attune to the smallest of details that can make a difference in numerous situations.
X-Ray Vision x // x Ulrich can break down the polymers in objects and even organisms, allowing him to see right through objects or a person.
Heat Visionx // x The ability to fire beams of intense thermal energy at a target simply by looking at it and willing it.
Super-Breathx // x Ulrich can create hurricane like winds by blowing and chill his breath in order to freeze a target. This ability also allows him to inhale and vacuum foreign particles in air, eg. poison gas
Healingx // x In the case of injury and/or wound, his body rejuvenates itself relatively quickly for the most part.




P R O F I C I E N C I E S

Determinationx // x Ulrich is a hard headed individual with a fierce determination and reaches whatever he sets his mind to. This can be a dangerous endeavor for others however as he can get absorbed in a goal.
Hand-to-Hand Combatx // x Though often it doesn't come to such a case, Ulrich does know how to fight beyond one super punch.
Loyaltyx // x Being a high value of Ulrich's, once his loyalty is earned you have armor and weapon at your disposal and Ulrich will put his body on the line.




W E A K N E S S E S

Magic x // x Ulrich is however vulnerable to magical and psionic effects. They effect him as it would a normal human.
Kryptonitex // x Originating from Krypton, these radioactive rocks hold generally detrimental effects for fellow Kryptonians.
Leadx // x The material blocks his vision based abilities.
Solar Energyx // x Like other Kryptonians, Ulrich will eventually weaken without the sun's radiation.
Naivex // x As well as a debatable lack of judgement in his actions, Ulrich hasn't adjusted to rights and wrongs but believes the best intentions are at heart.



F E A R S

General Zodx // x Ulrich's path greatly contrast's his fathers and they both do what it takes to survive or eliminate an oncoming threat. If they see each other as increasing issues they will have to confront each other.
Purposeless x // x "The world will always need superman but whoever said they needed Zod? It's not like I have anyone to rule."
Losing Loved Ones x // x It's easy for people to be used as a weapon against him.




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Ulrich isn't one to sit and wonder or much of a plotter but this isn't to say he is thereby unintelligent, he just believes in action is the key to accomplishment because nobody succeeded by sitting and thinking about an idea alone and plans can collapse. But being raised as a solider, he knows to be collaborative and that some sort of purpose, goal and/or plan is the skeleton to every day life and needed. Ulrich himself is very purpose orientated and without meaning, his existence may as well drift away.

Although he is relatively cooperative and obedient to requests (for no one can demand him) it would be a lie to say Ulrich didn't have a mean or bad bone in his body, but he does try to do good and is learning. In truth he fights both nature and nurture because he is used to reaching things through physical force and violence but his behavior has since improved to threatening. Right and wrong in battle are blurred lines to him and often the only indication that he's done one over the other is the glances he receives from his peers and occasionally a gut feeling. But he won't give adversaries the chance to rise again and do more damage to either himself or the people he cares for, more importantly the latter.

Outside of battle, he knows how to be a gentleman and acts as a such which can throw his peers slightly off balance witnessing brutality in missions, then a calm noble figure holding the door for a lady or similar. Something about humanity hasn't quite clicked in place for him yet and many struggle to place him. Some think he is incapable of caring, a monster under a facade and while he embraces his DNA, he does not like being continually alienated because people believe he is inhuman or as he has been told once, feared because he is the unknown and unpredictable.

Underneath all the uncertainty and potential fear, he can be a person's greatest friend. Incredibly loyal, protective, though may be overbearingly so, and quite playful, even up for the likes of friendly competition. It often escapes notice but he does know how to laugh and joke though sometimes his jokes need work or he needs to reveal a grin or something afterward to assure it's in humor and not actual consideration of genocide or some other delicate matter. Overall, he's a work in progress if he wants to fit in comfortably and is used to being judged harshly, but it's who he is and he doesn't want to change for other people.





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H I S T O R Y

He was trained from the get go as a soldier and morphed into such a thing, and though training more often than not was rough and ruthless, it was an effective method and taught him courage and pride, settling for nothing less than dominance and what the enemy and victor deserved. Dru-Zod had complete control of Ulrich's lifestyle, no mother claiming him or stepping forward to intervene in a child's hell. All he has of her is presumably her looks. But this was the norm for the crowd he grew up around, all hard-headed, blunt figures, set in their beliefs and ways.

Dru-Zod took him out on field as an officer and Ulrich proved the training was not in vain, quickly growing to be known as one of the more disciplined and strong and in some cases feared or persuasive depending on the outlook. He was able to offer people the chance to submit and more often than not, successfully convert them to their cause. These were small operations of course to avoid gaining the attention of Superman until Zod had gathered his strength once again. Ulrich was smart enough to know the people Zod set a bounty for in a sense weren't as random as appeared but could never grasp his father's angle aside from the typical need to dominate.

Ulrich was raiding a tech company one day and clutching the collar of an employer's coat out the window when a dark caped crusader appeared, only this crusader came prepared with kryptonite handy. Ulrich dropped the man as strength left him, in fact it felt his own strength and powers was turning against him but Batman dived for the citizen and in that time Ulrich took his opportunity for escape. He didn't go back to their hideout to risk exposure however no matter how he may have begged for an explanation to a mysterious figure being there and ready for them. This was the correct move in terms of loyalty since Batman had induced a wound while the green rock's effects were active, then put a tiny tracker inside, which Ulrich had quickly healed over.
The son of Dru-Zod never gave information on the others or reacted to news of Superman and his excessive knowledge on Kryptonian's. Eventually the interrogation came to an end, but that was not the last he saw of the Batman.

The options were simple: convert, submit or die and Ulrich had found himself a particularly defiant and hostile individual when asking about this bat character. Then he crashed into the show again like summoning the devil, Superman accompanying him this time before Ulrich could plunge a hole through the person's chest. They used words at first, speaking of an alternative path, being in charge of his own identity and destiny and joining an academy. When Ulrich insisted his current way of life was who he was meant to be...well, they didn't much like nor accept that and it came down to force. Then they spoke of respect and control, other people with abilities and again forging his own fate in said academy, bettering himself and learning another way.

He hasn't heard from his father much since and is still learning the "good" alternatives. Dry-Zod has in many ways shaped him to the man he is today and though many think ill of the General, Ulrich is grateful for the trials he has been put through. He feels it has made him even more sturdy of a man.
The tracker is still rooted beneath Ulrich's skin unknowingly.

So begins...

Ulrich Zod's Story

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Harley dropped down next to Anastasia, she hadn't stirred much during the escape but she did drowsily lift her head to look at her surrounds, in the safety of the van, which was travelling to God only knows were and Harley suddenly wondered, if the people who had saved him were really much better than their own kidnappers... After all, both parties didn't seem to mind killing, not that he could judge after melting half a dozen men, but that was an accident, his rescuers killed on purpose, some of them even seemed to enjoy it. Harley's mind raced as such for the rest of the journey, he reached out for the nearest comfort and that was Anastasia, he wrapped his arm around her and let her head rest on his shoulder. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep, exhausted from everything, it felt like the first proper sleep he'd had since being taken.

The van stopped rather sharply and the red-headed woman slammed the wall of the van, the noise waking Harley from his sleep.
"What in the hell is going on?" Harley lifted his head to look at her, but she was shoving past the others to get out of the van as if she saw something. Harley gave Anastasia a slight shake, cautiously checking her pulse just to make sure she wasn't dead.
"I think we're here... Wherever here is." He helped Anastasia up and got her out of the van, he looked at the behemoth of a tower that stood before them. His father had mentioned the Descendant's initiative to him before, in passing, but he didn't believe it was real. He looked at the others who seemed to just wander into the building before following after them, albeit slightly slower due to Anastasia's weakened state.

Before he could enter the building, another red-headed woman, different from the one who saved them stepped in his way.
"You'll forgive me for being suspicious, I hope. Who are you, and can anyone vouch for you?" Harley's eyebrows knotted in anger, all three of the newcomers had just been tortured, beaten and experimented on and brought here against their own will. They were civilians caught up in their world, not threats to it, but thankfully before Harley could say as much, the dark-haired man he'd seemingly pissed off before stepped in.
"I can. They had these beaten and bruised faces before we got to them, and they helped us escape hydra." Harley thanked him with a nod before looking at the red-head.
"We were kidnapped by whoever those people were and experimented on, even tortured." Harley restrained himself from getting hysterical. "Now I have powers that melt people! I'm a nurse! Not some freak that melts people's faces off!" He wasn't very successful at restraining himself.


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Gwen doesn't remember how, but at some point, she made it back to her apartment and changed into some lingerie that was in no way comfortable. Her head was fuzzy but she wasn't hungover, she could at least say that Jensen won their drinking game for sure. Before Gwen could gather herself, J.A.R.V.I.S rang throughout her apartment.
"This is not a drill. Approaching foreign vehicle. All hands to the main floor." Fuzzy headed or not, Gwen leapt toward her wardrobe, grabbing her signature leather jacket, which she pulled on with ease, she thanked all the gods that she'd been wearing a full bodice and not just some revealing bra and thong. She grabbed her sonic amplifier and put it around her neck, as she put her boots on she could see the van from her window driving down the road. Gwen ran for the lift, the lift seemed to move even faster during emergency situations and Gwen felt as if she was been hurled down to the main floor, but that could have been the alcohol that her metabolism had yet to flush from her system.

"Oh m’god… Ets Frankie!" Gwen joined the others guarding the lobby, just as Ross announced who was driving the van. She looked up at the blonde figure stumbling through the lobby doors before anyone else could react Riley shoved past the crowd and dashed over to her, the mentors shouting instruction for him to come back until it's safe. Petra soon joined him past the defence line, but she went straight out the door and rounded the corner. Gwen followed after her.

The cool morning breeze hit her as she exited the building, Petra was standing in front of 3 unfamiliar faces, given what had happened within the past 24 hours, she understood but the 3 stood in front of her looked to be in worse states than anybody else. Just as Gwen was going to come to their defence, a familiar face pulled up next to Petra and did it for her.
"Ulrich!" Gwen ran at him and when she collided with him, her arms reached around him pulled him in tight. "Are you okay? They didn't use kryptonite on you, did they? Are you hurt anywhere?" The guilt Gwen felt for not putting 2 and 2 together and recognising that Ulrich had been taken with the others, only made her hold him tighter.

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“If this is a joke, McCulloch, you're going first,” Jensen snarled angrily toward Ross.

“Fuck you. It’s not—“ For the first time, probably ever, Ross shut up when Riley pushed past him and Jensen.

Frankie was barely through the doors when she felt a force like a train collide with her and envelope her. She blinked her eyes as if in a daze while her mind caught up. Then it clicked. The brunette hair and familiar arms. She let out a ragged gasp as her arms wrapped around Riley, bringing him even closer if it were possible. “How... we thought you... you're safe.” Frankie had hardly realized she was crying until he pulled away from her to hold her at an arm’s length. “Frankie, oh god, you're back.” She gave her bravest smile, but it lacked and barely passed for more than a frown. “You can - you can tell us what happened later. We gotta get you to the infirmary first. Is everyone back?”

The blonde’s gaze fell slightly as she shook her head. “Most… Not all.” She didn’t argue or turn down Riley’s help as he guided her inside. Frankie smiled somberly as she took in everyones’ faces. Most of them looked worse for the ware as well. How many of them had to spend their night in the infirmary under medical attention. No doubt Ross. His face was black and blue, but the Scot still managed to smile and hug her once she was inside.

Wren glanced up briefly when she saw feet move around her. She caught a brief glimpse of Ulrich as he seemed to eye his jacket she still wore while also tiptoeing around her like she was a lion waiting to pounce. She sighed out of annoyance, sniffling back her tears as she yanked the jacket from her arms and threw it at his feet. Wren didn’t say anything, honestly she could go a decade without seeing Ulrich again and it’d be too much.

Tobias watched Petra quickly make her way outside. He didn’t know what she was doing, but similarly the tender reunions were lost on him. Not one of them was on more than a first name basis with him. Instead his brows furrowed as his gaze focused on the truck. It seemed easy… too easy. Something in his gut twisted telling him that he needed to search the vehicle, if anything, for his own piece of mind.

He didn’t mean to break up the reunions, but this was more important, there would be more time to catch up. Tobias rolled his wheel chair forward, lightly placing his hand on Ross’ shoulder to get his attention. “Apologies, but I need your help.” He nodded his head towards the Scot’s bag as a silent signal that he should bring it along.

“Alright,” Ross replied, giving Frankie a final pat on the shoulder. He then moved behind Tobias’ wheelchair and began pushing it. He knew the man didn’t need help in that way. After all, his abilities let him move it without risk of popping a stitch. But regardless, he moved the chair forward mumbling a quiet ’excuse us’ whenever they moved past someone.

Tobias waved his index and middle finger at the doors, opening them for Ross as he wheeled him outside. He held up his hand to stop Ross when he noticed the unfamiliar faces, but the chair was already slowing at that point, coming to a rest beside Petra.

“You'll forgive me for being suspicious, I hope. Who are you, and can anyone vouch for you?”

Ross and Tobias stood there silently, looking between Petra and the new comers. It was a good question, especially with the uneasy feeling Tobias had rising in his gut.

“I can,” Ulrich said as he stepped forward. “They had these beaten and bruised faces before we got to them, and they helped us escape hydra.”

“We were kidnapped by whoever those people were and experimented on, even tortured.” The new arrival stepped forward, speaking for himself. He seemed unhinged, for good reason. Anyone who had gone through torture and imprisonment would be less than stable. “Now I have powers that melt people! I'm a nurse! Not some freak that melts people's faces off!”

“It’s alright, mate,” Ross said, exchanging sideways glances with Petra. He then gave the stranger a pat on the shoulder and nodded his head toward the doors. “If he wasn’t ok, I doubt they would have kept him alive for the ride.”

Wren’s face was buried in her hands as she tried to calm herself, to breathe. Her body still hurt, healing slower and more painfully than she had ever experienced. It almost felt like it was ripping itself back open before it fused together. She only looked up when a figured knelt down beside her.

Jensen’s head dipped down to look at Wren from beneath the veil of crimson hair that blocked her face. “Didn't bring me a bouquet of Hydra heads?” Wren’s jaw dropped slightly as her brows furrowed. A weak, annoyed laugh escaped her lips. “How're you doing, baby?”

“How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” Wren practically growled. “I was shish kabob-ed by a harpoon, my neck broken, beaten, shot… tortured,” her voice cracked on the last word. She pushes off the ground and weakly moved to her feet. Wren wobbled as she pushed her way past everyone to get into the tower. For a moment, she froze like a deer in headlights at the sight of everyone in the lobby. They all hugged each other in reunions, but no one came to hug her. No one cared that she looked like death twice over. Wren wiped away a tear then continued to push past the others, making her way toward the elevator.

Tobias motioned toward Ross toward the side of the large truck. “I’m assuming you have a mirror on you?”

Ross scoffed as he pulled his pack from his back and unzipped it. After a moment he pulled out a compact mirror and held it out to Tobias. “I could’ve told ya that ya look like shite. Didn’t need a mirror for dat.”

“Last I checked, you look worse than me,” Tobias jested. He then levitated the mirror from his hand, slowly guiding it underneath the truck. He moved it slowly making sure the reflective surface was angled partly toward him. For awhile the search showed no results… Until he caught a glimpse of a flashing red light in the undercarriage. Tobias quickly brought back the mirror and shoved it into Ross’ hand, before he pushed off the armrests of the wheelchair and began to stand.

“Woah woah tiger, da hell do ya think you’re doin’?” Ross said as he moved before Tobias holding out his hands to stop him.

“There’s something under there… I need to look.”

“I’ll look.” Ross pushed the mirror against Tobias’ chest until he took it in his hand and sat back down. “What am I looking for?”

“A red light.”

”Like a bomb?”

“Could you say that any louder?! Just look… If it is, I’ll take care of it.”

“Fackin’ hell,” Ross grumbled under his breath as he lowered himself until he was sitting on the ground. He took a deep breath then carefully scooted underneath on his back. It took him a moment before he found the light. “Found it! There’s no timer… Just numbers… Looks like coordinates.”

“J.A.R.V.I.S. can you scan those coordinates?”

“Of course, Mr. Lehnsherr… The coordinates are for our current location. It looks as though the truck has a tracking device.”

“God dammit,” Tobias groaned under his breath as he threw the mirror at the side of the truck, the small fragile compact shattering on impact.

“Aye, mate! That was a good mirror!”

“J.A.R.V.I.S. can you jam the signal and scatter it so that it shows different locations around the globe every few seconds?”

“It is done.”



“Don’t lift it until I return,” Tobias ordered the computer as he stood up from his wheelchair unsteadily. He slipped his arm from Ross’ grasp when the Scot tried to stop him and continued back into the tower. He was careful not to move his right arm too much and pop a stitch, using his left arm to wedge space between the others and make his way to the elevator. He came to a stop beside Wren who looked desperate to get away from the crowd and the lift was crawling its way down the tower to the lobby. Impatient Tobias raised his hand and willed the elevator down to their floor, bypassing any other stops.