Dean Peterson

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Player

Data

ALIAS: Saphir, Blue
AGE: 30
FACTION: Dark Alliance
PRONOUNS: He/Him
ETHNICITY: White American
OCCUPATION: Software Developer
FACE CLAIM: Matt Bomer

Inventory

Laptop: This little beauty holds so much data and intel that it never leaves his arms, however- it is also extremely protected by his own secured firewalls and massive password DNA checks. No one can access this unless they're a skilled hacker or capable of cloning Dean himself.

Cellphone: He has two- one for business and another for personal use, the one for personal use is the one holding all the baddies numbers and contact information. While the business one is connected to his work at the Crystal Palace's data.

Andriods: He is a genius in his right and doesn't like to engage the aliens entirely himself, so he has created other humanoid beings to do that for him. That's right. He uses his mind and ability to create to make scary Androids that look eerie close to human beings themselves so they can blend in and wait for their moments to strike. These are more personal creations and only have human weaponry to engage with- such as guns or swords, though that is really not enough to contest the superpowered empowered aliens, it is enough to give some distractions and chaos across the city.

Soldier

NAME: Blue Sapphire
ELEMENT: Water

Powers

Esoteric Water Manipulation:
Dean can create, manipulate, shape and/or absorb water
that has magical properties, and is able to use it for
various purposes, such as enhancing their physique, healing, teleportation,
turning into water itself and other varying means.

  • Aquatic Adaptation:
  • Dean is able to survive and adapt to underwater environments, being able to breathe water in lieu of, or along with, a gaseous breathing medium, to swim well and to endure high water pressure and extreme water temperatures. He is able to use his senses to perceive normally regardless of the distortion/pressure of the water, possibly including ignoring various impurities that would otherwise reduce the visibility.
  • Healing Water:
  • Dean can heal by helping on molecularly level with water manipulation inside of the human body, capable of providing medicine type treatment directly to the bloodstream and other means to speed up the process if applied medically- however, considering the water itself holds magical properties, it is also capable of healing on its own if given enough time to settle and contribute to the body.
  • Water Portals:
  • Dean can use any source of water as a means of travel, by turning into the water itself, he can use it as a means of teleportation for himself. However, considering his allies cannot share the same method of water embodiment, he cannot take them with him - only himself can use this method of transportation.
  • Water Embodiment:
  • Dean is capable of becoming water itself- able to manipulate and control water to a molecular level with their own body- nothing else. In this form, he has self-regeneration if he absorbs water from other water sources or joins with them. It can regenerate limbs or fatal wounds for when he returns to his human physique, this allows him to dip into a water source to heal himself if he has taken too much damage or injuries for recovery.
  • Water Constructs:
  • Dean is capable of solidifying and manifesting water into weaponry, such as bullets, whips, and swords when need be. He can create binds for the enemy or otherwise craft anything he has seen with his eyes into weaponry, of course, he can't create bombs or the like with real explosive power- but he can create them with the empowering pop of a flood. Everything is made of water pressure and features- creating whatever his imagination can think of within his ability to do so.

History

It is common for a younger brother to look up to someone of worthy note and to Dean that was his older brother, ever since they were kids, he had admired him. Not only because of the protection he provided during the days of bullying, where Dean would end up on the bitter end of other kids’ brutality – but because his brother was so passionate, driven by his goals and ambitions, it was something Dean wanted for himself too. To have some type of drive beyond the chaotic conflict of his school days, perhaps back then he was seen as someone weak and feeble- it gave the bullies opportunity to bother him.

But that would all end once he began his own path, his brother living up to their father’s expectations and he was going to live up to his own. Did he always have this rebellious streak to him? Maybe, but what he did know is that he found himself within a less leadership role, he didn’t have that in him. That was always Adrian- he was the one with the enchanting words that instilled loyalty.

Dean?

On the other hand, was someone behind the scenes, giving the encouragement to the ‘King’, as he saw it- to their more business-aligned world. The computer was his approach, his power- creating systems and technological defenses for his father’s company, that would eventually become his brother’s empire. And he didn’t mind that, never did he challenge Adrian for that sort of thing, he wanted to be the side-character in their adulthood adventures.

Despite not being so close to his father as his mother, he still loved him and when time came for him to depart from this world, it effected their family a lot. It pushed Dean to work harder- to drown himself practically in his own work ethic to the point he had probably neglected Adrian to allow Wiseman’s hold to take fruition upon him. There was something about their father’s old friend that he couldn’t place his finger on and when he was finally brought back to the reality of their situation- instead of being pressed with work, he was too late to hold any sort of pillar of support to Adrian. All that had been taken by Wiseman, the two had gotten ridiculously close and that was definitely not to Dean’s liking, but it was his own fault for grieving and isolating himself to work over being with his family.

When he heard about their mother’s tragic “accident”, that tore him apart- of course, the blame was cast upon the alien invasion that was promising them longevity. They had somehow brainwashed their mother into believing their promises and there was no other option but death for her. She was incapable of being ‘saved’, that alone pushes Dean’s hand- allowing him to follow his older brother into the dreadful grasp of Wiseman and the Black Moon Clan, as revenge and his brother is all that was needed.

Now to fulfill their plans and goals, he has decided to work in Crystal City, the palace itself, in fact- in order to gain intel and spy, not only that he’d be the one providing them technological assistance alongside that of anyone else who is capable of doing so. The computers, dataspace, and all servers are maintained by his coding expertise, as he allows for them to flourish for now- until they’ve gotten enough prowess to fully eliminate every invading alien on this planet of theirs.

Writing Sample

Dean didn’t expect to find himself with terrible news, especially not right after their father had just died, he was sitting in his office- preparing up data and securing servers for the company- as he had been working on the new firewall for ages now or that’s how it felt like. Soon after updating it to the system drive- someone speaks towards him softly,

“…Dean.”

One of his co-workers, a woman in all of her wonderous glory graced him with her presence, “Hey, it’s been awhile Pam-“ There was something about her eyes that told him something was up, “What’s wrong?” And that’s when it hit him, “…Well, your mother-“ He didn’t give her time to continue that sentence, Dean was out of the office and completely running down the office corridor to the elevator. With each deep breath, he could feel the dread of whatever news Pam was trying to share,

“Dean!”

She’d scream from behind him, but he ignored her- it was uncalled for, rude even, however, Dean was someone that didn’t specialize in socializing, no- that was Adrian. Though he didn’t want someone outside of his family to know, to see- the pain that would begin to shed down his cheeks and cause him to act out against the metallic bang of his foot hitting against the elevator door frantically as he entered. His hand aimed to cover his face, holding it there as silence fell until he got the courage to call about the misfortune, his dad’s old friend answered the phone.

As if he was expecting Dean to call at that moment, “Where’s Adrian?” Dean asked, voice baritone and quivering, “He’s busy, Dean.” The other one says in response, “It’s only me right now.” That didn’t settle well with Dean, “Let me talk to my brother!” He demands - voice rising but for the time being there was no response, for a few seconds Wiseman is quiet, “He isn’t here Dean.” Then he supposes this man is the only person capable of giving him a damned answer,

“…And my mother?

It was something he expected with Pam’s eyes, she was an open book, always wore her feelings on her sleeves, and with her pity glossing her cerulean eyes, it was only a matter of time- wasn’t it? “She’s dead, Dean.” With just those few words, he could feel his entire heart be destroyed, his soul quaked and his emotions ran wild, “…How?” Another few seconds of silence went by as if Wiseman was trying to give him time to process, but the man wasn’t that kind, he was more than likely trying to find ways of manipulating Dean into his palms like Adrian. “The Aliens, Dean. They did this to her.” That is when his mind is distorted,

“They brainwashed her, she wasn’t herself anymore, Dean. There was only one way to save her soul. . . .”

Then he hangs up, he didn’t need to know or hear anymore, it was enough. Entirely ENOUGH! First, they appear out of nowhere acting like their lord and savior, giving the empty promise of peace and immortality- when that isn’t what humanity needed, not at all. “I will….make them pay, all of them. …Those damned Aliens will rot.” He’d fall downward inside of the elevator, not finding the strength to carry on right now, tears staining his cheeks, and his hands covering his face as if he were committing a crime. Legs were folded up into his chest as he couldn’t find any other means to move currently- all he could do is mourn.

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AGE: 29
PRONOUNS: She/Her
TIME ZONE: EST
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