Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 11, 2010 17:08:47 GMT -5
DeanJamesWinchester
“Sexy, strong, stubborn”
• • ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION,
general information
FULL NAME: Dean James Winchester
NICKNAME: Batman (just kidding)
AGE: 30
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight (won't have it any other way)
OCCUPATION: Hunter
• • TOSSED ABOUT I’M LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN,
physical narrative
FACE CLAIM: Jensen Ackles
SKIN: Fair
EYES: Hazel (changes colors though)
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT: 6'0"
BODY TYPE:Average, shor, and well toned
• • I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE,
character behavior
LIKES: Pie, burgers, Chevy Impala, classic rock, teasing Sam, watching some TV when bored, and some days hunting.
DISLIKES: The supernatural, being proven wrong, healthier foods, modern music, modern tech such as douchy cars and IPods, being alone, hates pain, and some days hates not getting enogh sleep.
STRENGTHS: Stubborness, wittyness, humor, inovative tactics, and his street smarts.
WEAKNESSES:Food, drinks, women, family, and ceritan phobias
FEARS: Heights, being alone, dying, losing his brother, and failure.
POWERS & ABILITIES: None
• • BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAY,
personal record
FAMILY: Mary and John Winchester
HISTORY: Well Dean had to grow up being the older more responsible brother. He was taught the ways of hunting after the incident with there mother. It became his job to help protect his little brother Sam from the dangers that was out there that would try and get at them. However on one incident where he had left his brother alone for only a short while had his brother had been attacked by Shtriga. Luckily his father was there to save him, but Dean kept the guilt with him. And so he for sure made it a priority to make sure Sam stayed safe. So when he was old enough, his father started to take him out on hunts with him.
He became a major fan of classic rock and heavy metal. He always wears a brass amulet on a long black cloth band necklace, the one and only very few keep sakes he has from his brother, whom he cherishes greatly. If there is anyone that he would jump literally to the ends of the earth for, it would be his brother. He has a very strong affections for his family. Yet he neither religious or believes in God.
Dean has a very demented and strange sort of humor about things and the little ventures that he's on. Luckily to himself enough is the one that gets to drive his baby that he knows as the 67 Chevy Impala. That the only other pride and joy that he has other than his brother. He never was grade A material or so he thought for college, figuring the hunting life was where he needed to be.
He drew himself back to getting Sam on the hunt. It was a hard road, but he did it. In a backwards way Dean tried to make it easier on Sam, but he honestly felt a lot of the times he wasn't ever really good at it. Humor repose was always at the center of what he did. He tried to keep most of the tension from between him and his brother, knowing that Sam was having much trouble with adjusting back to being a hunter. The one thing that he was most of all on his own, was being stubborn and determined on the hunt. Naturally dads orders were supreme. But in honesty there were some days that he felt he had to wonder if his dad really cared.
Although there were many bumps in the Winchester road, Dean never seemed to give up. Him and Sam had together with the aid of there father for a while before he died to kill the yellow eyed demon. Dean had sold his soul to a crossroads demon to save Sam's live. He had gone to Hell and rose again. Then had found that Sam had been running with the demon Ruby, as if Meg hadn't been bad enough. Dean tried to keep in the hunt with now angels such as Castiel riding him. But he stayed in the game. He also tried to keep Sam from continuing his venture with Ruby. They both hunted down eventually Lilith, not realizing she was the final seal of many they had to try and stop. Deans life alone was hell, and now literal Hell was about to join them again on the earth plane. The apocalypse had started.
• • CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON,
the face behind the mask
ALIAS: Sass
OTHER ACCOUNTS: None
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLE PLAYING: over 5 yrs
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Another site I am on co admin (plays dean)
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:(rp from another site)
Dean was still unfocused and zoning. He couldn't register anything. And in his mind, the voices died down, and dead silence came. In a dream he found himself lying on a park bench in the open, and it was a perfect sunny day, in what looked like a perfect small town. He finally got up and stumbled about, calling out Sam and Alex's names. Though there was no echo anywhere, no sounds actually at all. After a while of doing that he heard the sounds of a Gibson acoustic guitar playing Stairway to Heaven in the distance the only sound that could be heard, but there was no echo as it played. As he had looked around he noticed that there were wind chimes moving, and other things moving, but as much as they were moving, they were not making any noise either. Nor did his footsteps as he walked. Without any other indication of life other than his own and the guitar being the only other sound in sight, he decided to go towards that sound, curiosity overtaking him. He walked closer and closer, and the sound of the guitar got louder and louder. And then it felt like the sound of the guitar seemed to fill his entire body in an almost hypnotic sort of way.
Finally in the distance he saw a figure sitting on a street corner actually playing an acoustic guitar. Dean quickened his pace as drew closer to the that street corner. As he finally reached the person he found that it was only a child, it was only a little boy. He bent to one knee so he would be eye level with the boy. "Hello there." he said to the kid. The boy said nothing, but he did stop playing his guitar, and put it back in its hard shell black case. "Well aren't you gonna say hi back?" He gave the boy a minor quirk of a smile. The boy finished putting his guitar away fully and latched the metal locks on it down. The boy gave Dean what looked at first like a good natured smile, but then the boy bared fangs at him and his eyes flashed red and then faded into a black color. He gave Dean a squinted eyed sort of look, evilness filling his facade. Then his dark hair and pale skin began to transform.
What it transformed into was something that could of scared the living piss out of Dean. It was a overly large black dog that looked a lot like a grim. Its eyes still black, but also still had somehow that red font to them as well, as if molten flames were inside them. Its teeth bared, and a low growl emanated from its throat. It then licked its chops at him. Dean slowly rose from his knee at that moment and began to back up. "What the fuck!" he stammered. The thing then began to slowly approach him as he started to slowly back up away from the being.
And now you have to run...., a voice seemed to say in Dean's head. It sound to be the closest to sounding like Sammy's. Dean remained transfixed on the creature. What sounded a lot like Dean's voice seemed to emanate again, Come on Dean! Damn it! RUN!!!... And that was exactly what Dean did. He started to haul major ass away from the grim demonic looking creature. That was when the laughter and chanting voices resumed. Damn it!, Dean cursed to himself as he hauled ass around another corner.
...Then the scene changed on him. This time he was in a crowded city filled with smoke. The sky was an eerie red color. All of the people however seemed to be oblivious to the chaos that was around them. The burning buildings, totaled cars, strewn papers and other articles of material blowing about. No one was paying any attention to them. Nor were they paying much attention to him either. He heard a growling behind him and he knew that he was far from being safe. He continued to run, jumping over debris and over turned vehicles. Pushing his way past people who didn't seem anywhere near phased by what he was doing. He even used a few roof tops to his advantage. But finally, he ran down an alley just to find a dead end. Behind him the creature and in front of him a stack of dead bodies that were 8 to 10 feet high. And some of them were still runny in texture. The decaying flesh was really horrific in smell, just like the sulfur had been in the room in the hospital. But given the choice, he figured he'd rather take the bodies, than deal with that creature behind him. With that note he began to climb up the mound of them.
Finally he reached the top of Mt. decay of dead bodies and he had saw a ladder leading upwards. He looked back down to where the grim demonic like creature was standing. It was now at the foot of the mound of bodies. It looked him right in the eyes and plunged its head inside the mass, and the reappeared its head with something in its mouth. It dropped the package on the ground and began to eat at it. Dean heard a sickening crunch and realized with horror that it was eating a dead infant that was only about five or six months old. Dean stifled a small barf as he saw the creature eat greedily at the babies brains. Dean decided not to stick around to see what would happen after the creature finished its little snack and began to continue his ascent up the ladder just a bit faster than he did before, but trying to be careful with his now blood soaked hands so they wouldn't slip. Finally he reached the top and got onto the roof. He realized though with horror that this building was very far away from any other surrounding building.
But somehow the creature was coming up the building after him. Dean then and there decide, he decided to say screw it he was going to jump. He ran and then spider leaped off the building. Within seconds he hit the ground, but not in the city anymore. The scene had yet changed again. Now instead he was rolling down a hill and it seemed to feel like it was going on forever. Oh come on for shit sake! Haven't you had enough yet!, he thought bitterly to himself. Finally though his momentum stopped by his body making contact roughly with a tree. "Ow!" he said hoarsely to himself. He then grimaced as pain shot up through his body. As he slowly and painfully stood up to get bearings on his surroundings, he noticed that his legs felt like they were on fire, though he couldn't understand why. But he didn't take much time to pay attention either to it. He surveyed his surroundings and found that it was a peaceful, full moon night. And he was in the middle of a forest filled with what looked like evergreen trees. In the distance he could hear a river rushing not to far away.
"I know this place..." he said with a sigh, smiling in recognition of it. "I know this place...Alex and I used to go skinny dipping together here. Back when..." He didn't get to finish his though. For at that moment he was tackled to the ground. Oh no the damned things got me! I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm so dead!..., Dean thought horror filling him again. Dean closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable, knowing that the pin he had been put in he could not have gotten out of. He felt hair brush against his face and then.....
...IT WAS KISSING HIM! What, wait, huh?..., he thought. But then he opened his eyes and saw that the IT was Alex! He heard her say nice defenses hunter in sarcastic mocking tone. She was smiling at him in a I want to fool around sort of smile. Dean relaxed when he noticed it was Alex. Partially due to the fact that it was Alex and partially due to the fact that he knew he was going to be able to get up anyway. She was the only girl who could ever kick his ass. She leaned down and kissed him. Dean closed his eyes and let himself be absorbed by the moment. God he loved kissing her! Though what Alex in reality ville of the burning hospital didn't realize was that kiss she gave him in real life gave him solaced sanctuary in his dream. So now Dean was trapped in euphoria still inside his own mind, but he was now at least at peace. This would probably be something that Alex would kick his ass later for when he would wake up...eventually.....
