CHARACTER FULL NAME: Dean Winchester
NICKNAME(S): Nugent, Ted Nugent. Dean Smith.
AGE: 29
BIRTHDATE: January 24 1979
EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: Shorter than Sasquatch over there.
OCCUPATION: Hunter/Sex God/All around King of Awesome.
ALLIGENCE: Fight the good fight. To the death. Ha, I remember when that sounded so... final.
TYPE(HUMAN,DEMON, VAMPIRE ETC): Well, some might call me a god, but I’m just a man. A damn attractive man.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS (TATTOOS, PIERCINGS, SCARS, ETC): A tattoo, on my chest. –lifts shirt-





MODE OF TRANSPORT:(BRIEF DESCRIPTION)











PERSONALITY:
Dean is typically a ruthless and aggressive individual, especially when he is hunting, a task which he approaches euphorically. He passionately despises what he hunts, especially demons, and is prepared to kill without question more often than not, unlike his brother. However, despite these traits, Dean is very laid-back and well-disposed when not on the hunt, and he values the safety of his family and innocent civilians above all else, even his own life. Though on occasion he can be somewhat impulsive and/or arrogant, Dean is both extremely intelligent and competent, and the only situations in which he exhibits irrational behavior is when his family is threatened.

Dean enjoys the uncomplicated things in life, such as good food and television. He almost constantly displays some level of humorous behavior, and he frequently makes light of tense situations, often making inappropriate jokes or using sexual innuendo. He sometimes appears foolish due to this habit, but it has been entailed that this is merely his means of dealing with the stress of hunting. He attempts to be something of a womanizer, but has been in love before. He has the capacity to become close with a woman, however, and it has been suggested on occasion that this is what Dean truly desires, a normal life, with a wife, children and a regular job.







LIKES: Long walks on the beach, sunsets... and frisky women ;) And pie. Don’t forget the pie.
DISLIKES: Law enforcement officers. Well, 99.9% of them anyways. Ruby, demons in general.
HOBBIES: Hunting, killing things, sex, working on my car, sex, killing things, saving people. Sex.
HABITS: What are you talkin’ about? I’m a joy to be around!
GOAL/S: ...to kick some demon ass and raise a little hell.
FEARS: Sammy going darkside. Never being able to stop hunting.







FIVE WORDS: I make this look good.








MOTHER: Mary Winchester (deceased)
FATHER: John Winchester (deceased)
SIBLINGS: Sam








GENERAL HISTORY: (at least 3 full paragraphs)

Dean is the eldest child, and has one sibling, Sam, who is four years younger. Dean was named after his maternal grandmother Deanna Campbell while his brother was named after his maternal grandfather, Samuel Campbell.

Dean drives a black four-door 1967 Chevy Impala (given to him by his father), and is a fan of classic rock music and heavy metal. He always wears a metal amulet, given to him as a gift by his brother, on a long black cloth band necklace. Sam gave it to him on Christmas day in 1991. The amulet was originally meant for John, and obtained from Bobby Singer, but after their father failed to come home for Christmas (as often), Sam gave it to Dean instead, saying "Dad lied to me; I want you to have it," and because Dean had tried to give him a good Christmas. In addition to the amulet, Dean always wears a silver ring on his right ring finger. He also has a small black tattoo on the upper left side of his chest; it is a protective plated pentagram with rays of the sun surrounding it. The symbol is said to ward off demonic possession.

He tends to make light of some of his and Sam's adventures, and is known to use crude humor and to make sexual innuendos. Dean is terrified of flying, and claims that it is the reason why he drives everywhere. Despite his working knowledge of existence beyond death, he is skeptical towards religion.

Dean values his family and their safety more than anything else, even going so far as to kill a demon and its human host in order to save Sam's life, as well as selling his own soul to save Sam's life.

{history and personality extracts taken from Wikipedia}






RP SAMPLE:


SAMPLE 1

Dean had needed an escape, a night away from Sam, from hunting, hell he needed a night away from him freakin’ self, so he’d got in the Impala and just driven for hours, taking one nameless road after the other, not even particularly caring where the hell he ended up. He’d find his way back of course, he always did, even from the very pits of hell but this time he wasn’t heading back until he was gaddamn good and freakin’ ready. He didn’t care if Lucifer and Michael showed up to tag team his ass, he'd tell them both where to get off. A sly grin crossed his face at the very thought and he silently wondered if he could be that lucky, not that he’d really want either of those assholes loose on earth again but the thought of them toasting his ass, once and for all ending this eternal hell he seemed to be perpetually trapped in, was almost a welcome relief. To finally be free of this existence, free from this Angels and demons crap not to mention the rest of those crazy supernatural sons of bitches that walked the earth, or slithered in some cases, to be free of that crap would be worth almost any price, even an eternity without his favourite skin mags or I Dream of Jeanie re runs, with Barbara Eden in that hot little harem girl number.

Raising the shot glass of JD to his lips, the tired hunter paused for a moment as he considered an eternity of peace, maybe it would be worth the price tag, he quickly threw back the drink and taking no time to savour the whiskey he slammed the empty glass back on the counter and motioned toward the bartender.

”Hit Me!!”

He needed another drink, in fact he needed many but he doubted he could down enough to make him forget the past couple of years, there just wasn’t enough JD in the world for that. His eyes wandered absently down the bar as he waited for his top up, and fell on a sight that made the jaded hunter momentarily forget all about angels and demons. A tall leggy blond sat several stools down, her eyes watching him intently, she smiled, mouthing a hello and beckoned him to join her. Dean didn’t need to be asked twice and after collecting his refill he quickly joined the buxom beauty and spent the next hour or so trying his best moves on the chick.

When the blond suggested a threesome back at her place with a friend, the hunters eyes lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July, could this night really get any better for him? Unfortunately for Dean it couldn’t, when she took him over to introduce him to her friend, the intended third party in their little ménage a trois, it turned out to be a guy. The usually unshakable hunter’s face paled, this wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind, not even close, panic begin to set in. A threesome was suppose to be two chicks and guy not the other freakin’ way around, fumbling over his words he quickly excused himself, muttering something about forgetting he had mono and fled to the other end of the bar.

Dean would have left immediately but he found himself now more than ever in need of a good stiff drink, making his way toward the bar he saw the bartender deposit a full glass in front of a petite brunette, not particularly caring what it was or who it belong to, Dean grabbed the beverage and skulled it, dead certain that at this particular moment in time he was in more need of it than she was…..

SAMPLE 2

From the moment they had walked into the head penguins office, Dean had felt decidedly uncomfortable, reaching for the collar around his neck he fidgeted with it for a moment as Sam spoke to mother superior, the other nuns hadn’t really bothered him but this one seem to have a glare that could cut right through him, he was almost certain that she could read minds. Oh god, could he go for the duration of his visit without thinking about sex, he began to panic slightly as he realised that he’d just thought of sex then. He gave mother superior a nervous smile and tried to compose himself, surely she couldn’t really tell he was thinking of sex…oh crap he just thought it again. As he tried desperately not to think of the s word he suddenly realised that Sam had finished prattling on and it was now his turn to speak.

Dean cleared his throat as he tried to think of what to say, putting on his best fake priest type smile he looked at Mother Superior and decided to jump right in Yes arrr..Father Simmon’s and I would like to humbly thankyou for your gracious hospitality.”

Mother Superior eyed the pair of them warily, now was not a good time for visitors not with the predicament the little sisters currently found themselves in. Little Sister Mary Teresa had shockingly found herself pregnant. Mary Teresa was a young nun and fairly new to the order but she was a fairly shy timid girl and when she had protested her innocence and that she had no knowledge of the conception, apart from that of a dream, Mother Superior and the other sisters in their order had banded together and prayed to god for guidance. In the end it was decided that they would keep the pregnancy a secret, Mother Superior had been around along time and knew the Vatican kept certain secrets and probably had many more that she wasn’t privy too and as much as she loved the church she wasn’t about to let little sister Mary Teresa become one of those secrets, her pregnancy wasn’t normal they all knew it and they were sure that a devil had played it’s part in these events. She eyed her two visitors suspiciously, were they here to uncover the scandalous secret within the convent walls?” I wasn’t aware that I had offered any hospitality yet? Her eyes fell from one to the other, she didn’t trust them and she didn’t want them here but it would appear for now she had no options.
” Regardless, I think we can find room for you in our chapel, that was what you requested was it not?”

"Yes, yes it was, we have been on the road for sex…….." Dean’s face paled and his heart began to race, he couldn’t believe he’d just said sex in front of a nun he was going to burn in hell for sure, that was after Sam finished killing him for the slip and he quickly tried to fix the error that he’d just made. arr SIX, six hours, we’ve been on the road for six hours and we are very, very weary.” he let out a deep breath and tried his best not to glance in his brother's direction, he just knew Sam would rag on his ass about this later, Dean kept his head down and tried not to think of the s word.

Mother Superiors eyebrows shot skyward, the priesthood must be lowering it’s standards of late, she glared at both of them. Sister Grace a stout middle aged nun stood in the doorway a mortified look on her face at the young priests mentioning sex in Mother Superiors presence and Mother Superior directed her attention to the new arrival. ” Sister Grace, thankyou for coming. Apparently god has brought ‘guests’ to our door for the evening and they seek to take vigil in our chapel for the night. Please show Father Simmons and Father Stanely the way. She turned her attention back to the two priests and she gave them both a stern look, especially the shorter one, ” I trust the chapel will cater to all your needs for the night. May God watch over you.” They were her final words to the pair and meant as a warning, Mother Superior sat back behind her desk and continued with her paper work, ignoring them as Sister Grace led them away.

Sister Grace glanced nervously at the two priests, looking finally at the taller of the two she finally spoke, ” Fathers. If you would care to follow me I’ll show you to the chapel.” She was very careful to avoid direct eye contact with he shorter one, for some reason he made her nervous, Sister Grace left the room and led them toward the little chapel.





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