Zale Peterson

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Player

Data

ALIAS: White Diamond
AGE: 35
FACTION: Dark Alliance
PRONOUNS: he/him
ETHNICITY: White American
OCCUPATION: Congressman
FACE CLAIM: Alexander Skarsgard

Inventory

Cell Phone
1962 Yellow Volkswagen Karmann Ghia

Soldier

NAME: White Diamond
ELEMENT: Evil Sight

Powers

Superhuman Physical Characteristics: Speed, strength, durability etc all surpass even peak human ability.
Flight
Teleportation
Energy Projection/Manipulation:The ability to concentrate energy into projectile attacks.
Telekinesis
Status Effect: Paralysis [ENEMY] is paralyzed! They cannot move!
Death Manipulation Existence Erasure: The potential ability to remove someone from existence entirely, instantly. Can only do this to small objects at this point in time.
Mind Manipulation: Old fashioned hypnosis and mind control via the third eye, the evil sight allows him to control and manipulate others, providing he does get them to stare into his eye.
Spatial Manipulation: The ability to warp, bend, flip, crush, and control space.
Resistance to Spatial Manipulation: The ability to reverse all of the above, if put into place by someone else.
Matter Manipulation: The ability to manipulate matter from one form to another.

History

Zale Peterson was the first of two brothers. Dean had come a few years after him, the age difference being enough to separate them, but not enough to cause them to have a strained, odd relationship. Their mother was a stay at home mother, tending to them and the house while dad was a lobbyist, pushing political ideas into becoming law on behalf of his clients, who paid an exorbitant amount of money. Some of the things they did were benevolent, but most of them were selfish corporate interests. None of that mattered to Zale until he was in high school when his father began to push for him to follow in his footsteps. Zale had always been a talker, good at convincing people to follow what he wanted.

Though Zale wasn't sure about doing it, he still shadowed his father in his world of politics and business, but after he exited college, he decided that simply lobbying wasn't what he wanted. Begging and pushing someone to follow desires that weren't in line with his own didn't appeal to him at all. It was shortly after this revelation that he pitched his campaign for office. His father wasn't so terribly pleased with the idea but still supported his son in his efforts. Perhaps with a little help from Dean's technological savvy, Zale won his election by a landslide.

Becoming a Congressman, one of the youngest in history, Zale went on to push for reform in many sectors, from the police to healthcare and thus forth. He would stand on the floor rallying for his cause and his way with words tended to pull quite a few over to his side, whether they were crossing party lines or not. He was successful at his job, and there was little doubt that he'd hold his position in office for a long time. His father passed away a year after. The cancer had taken him, eaten him from the inside out, and with his death came a turn for Zale. Not quite as benevolent as before, perhaps even angry.

This was when an old friend of the father's reached out to him, taking him under his wing and offering guidance and wisdom, a new sort of father figure in that sense. His mother never liked the man, so she protested a bit, but Zale dismissed her. He needed the crutch for now, and he was willing to look beyond any red flags that may have presented themselves. By the time the White Moon had fully revealed themselves, Zale was already trapped in the web that Wiseman had spun to him, and he felt that rage from his father's death well up further.

When he was presented the ability to fight this invading enemy, he took it without hesitation, Wiseman making him the White Diamond of the Black Moon Clan. His mother begged him to reconsider his stance on the White Moon, claiming that they were a benevolent, kind force of good. That they were the answer to the hate. The beginning of peace, something that Zale had always wanted. He killed her for it. Wiseman had whispered into his ear, and he had taken the life of his own mother. He told himself that she had forced his hand.

Zale had always been a natural leader, and Wiseman knew and saw that in him, choosing him as the main figurehead for their clan. His brother Dean followed him, helping and aligning with the cause.

Writing Sample

He sat, sprawled on the brown, worn leather sofa in his apartment. Sure, he could have a huge house, a mansion with who he was, but he didn't want to. The apartment was all he needed and all he wanted. Exposed brick, Edison bulbs, and stainless steel in the kitchen. A bar on one side of the living room, with labels indicating local brews and liquors. Nothing brand name, nothing that could be simply bought at the grocery or liquor store. In his hand, a rocks glass with a bit of amber liquid in it, he swished it around for a moment and then sighed quietly. A record was on the player, a folksy sounding band playing.

So far the cause had grown from just his Black Moon Clan to others, people claiming to have fought with the White Moon in the past. Wiseman had confirmed the claims, but Zale wasn't very impressed. If they'd fought them before, that meant that they had lost before. Hopefully, they'd all learned from their failures, but he wasn't too keen on jumping to that conclusion yet. He had to meet them all, read them all, see how they responded to him. Then he could judge. The sound of a muted fiddle against piano echoed his thoughts and he looked over at the record player.

He flicked a finger, causing the needle to pull up and end the song abruptly, switching out the records without moving from his spot on the sofa, gingerly placing one of the records into its sleeve and then putting a new one on. He was a bit of a vinyl snob, always had been. Digital was nice, sure, but the sound of a record had its own flair that he enjoyed. Truth be told, he looked down on people who didn't agree, but then again - he looked down on a lot of people. Starting up the new one, he took a sip from his drink and shifting, elbows on his legs as he looked towards the player.

A knock on his door caught his attention, and he glanced over his shoulder at it, finishing off his drink and placing it on the bar as he headed to the door. Another knock came just as he was opening the door, and he leaned against the wall next to the door after he'd opened it. "Ah. Evening."

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