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Any current characters here?: THAT IS LESS THAN POSSIBLE 8|
Would you like a protocol droid?: Only the assassinating kind. So. No. I'm good. o7
Character Information:
Character Name: Dean Winchester
Age: 29
Canon: Supernatural.
Appearance: Dean's an attractive dude with brown hair, green eyes, and an athletic build. He stands at 6'4" and has a pentagram tattoo on his neck to ward against possession. He usually wears the same brown leather coat, and wears a lot of jeans and plaid.
Personality: Dean's life has been fairly defined by fulfilling the 'good soldier' role. It meshes well with his instincts - he is, at the core, the big goddamn hero type. However, he's also capable of being so notoriously stubborn, that it's almost a surprise how easily he'd bend to his father's orders. In truth, his desire for his father's acceptance and respect has been one of the driving forces in his life: whereas Sam managed to step away from the path they were born into, if only for a little while, Dean's stuck to it every inch of the way. His entire personality's been crafted to fit the business: he doesn't form attachments quickly, except to the people involved in his line of work, the skills he's mastered and knowledge he's memorized all have to do with ways to most effectively hunt, track, and/or destroy demons and other supernatural baddies, and he has a sense of humor that takes things other would consider horrific lightly.
The most important thing to Dean is family, probably evidenced best by the fact that he sold his soul to save his brother, and he refuses to accept what the angels and devil see as the inevitability of him and Sam being used as vessels for a battle of Apocalyptic dimensions.
Dean comes across as a real 'man's man', indulging in women, booze, pie, classic rock, cars, and guns, and bashing on anything he considers to be below his tough guy image. It takes a lot to shake him to the point of tears. He's always ready to face things with (maybe too much) bravado, and probably some foul language, just to spice things up.
I've also got a fairly long analysis of Dean's psychology here.
Background: Dean Winchester was the first child of John and Mary Winchester, born in Lawrence, Kansas, on Jan. 24, 1979. The first few years of his life were about as normal as you could get - although his parents had some marital problems, they were still a pretty peaceful household. These suburban formative years would become a cornerstone of Dean's emotional attachment to his family, and despite only having lived there until age four, he possesses incredibly strong impressions of this time. The truth was, however, that this 'idyllic' childhood had come at a steep price for his mother, who had come from a family of hunters, and made a deal with the demon Azazel. When Dean was four, the demon came to collect, feeding its blood to his baby brother Sam, and killing his mother when she tried to interrupt the process. Dean's father charged him with getting the baby out of their burning house, and in that moment, Dean adopted a level of protectiveness over his brother's safety that would remain for the rest of their lives.
John was irreversibly changed by Mary's death and became consumed with seeking knowledge of the supernatural realm and trade of hunting that would allow him to locate the yellow eyed demon and extract vengeance for the murder of his wife. This meant a life spent on the road, taking both his young boys from town to town, school to school, motel to motel, all in his '67 Impala, stuffed with weapons and tools of the trade in the trunk. Dean was taught from a very early age how to handle weapons, fight demons and monsters, use supernatural protection, and develop a wide array of criminal skills necessary to their job. He believed that his dad was a superhero, and never saw their lifestyle as a burden - they were helping people, as a family, and those were the two most important things to him. When Sam learned the truth about their dad, Dean helped train his brother. He never really expected their lifestyle to change, nor particularly wanted it to.
Like it or not, however, change it did.
Sam announced one night that he was leaving, going off to college, and it sparked an explosive fight between him and John. Dean felt as if his brother was abandoning the family. The relationship between the brothers became strained when Sam left, and eventually they broke off contact completely.
Den was running some missions by himself by this time, and that's when John went missing. Dean showed up at Sam's in the middle of the night, to secure his help in locating their dad. What they found instead were clues - and their dad's notebook full of occult knowledge. When Sam's girlfriend Jessica was killed in the same manner as their mother, he agreed to help Dean track the thing down, and find John, no matter what. Along the way, John dropped more hints leading the boys to various cases, until the message became clear: he wanted them to pick up where he was leaving off. They found him again eventually anyway, and learned about a weapon their father had tracked down - the Colt, that could reportedly kill anything. This led to a confrontation with Azazel, who possessed John, attempting to secure the Colt for himself. Upon escaping from the showdown, the Impala was involved in a car accident that resulted in Dean and John being admitted to the hospital.
Dean was stuck between life and death, until his father made a deal with Azazel, trading his own life for Dean's. Before his death, he told Dean that if Sam could not be saved, it would be his duty to kill him. It was, however, Dean who saved Sam from death later, by making a deal with the crossroads demon to bring Sam back when he was killed. He, like his father, traded his own life for his brother's, but instead of dying instantly, he was granted one final year. Dean then used the last bullet of the Colt to kill Azazel, and release his father's soul - but in the process, legions of demons escaped into our world. The boys swore to track them down, and Sam vowed to find a way to save Dean before his time was up.
Dean tried to argue Sam out of any attempts to save him, though his brother wouldn't listen - and Ruby, a demon who offered to help him find a way - certainly didn't help matters. An encounter with a thief named Bela ended up with the boys losing the Colt. They learned that the demon who held Dean's contract was named Lilith, and Dean took Ruby's demon killing knife and tracked her down. They were, however, too late, and were tricked by Lilith's body hopping into Ruby. Lilith granted entrance to her hellhounds, who proceeded to tear Dean to pieces. His soul went directly toHell. STAR WARS WORLD 8D
I chose this canon point because it's before Dean was... tortured in Hell, which allows him to still make connections to people and things in the world, and I think he'll be much more likely to accept the new situation/world he's thrust into if it's... sort of a reprieve for him anyways. STAR WARS WORLD IS WAY BETTER THAN HELL.
Special Abilities or Weapons: While he doesn't possess any innate superhuman powers, Dean's been trained since a very young age in hunting supernatural beings, and he possesses a wide array of knowledge on that subject. He's proficient with a variety offirearms BLASTERS and bladed weapons, but also skilled in utilizing improvised weaponry, and able to combat hand to hand in a fist fight. Dean's skilled in tracking as well, and has a life time of experience in the realm of investigation, including questioning people and reading behavioral cues. He can be an incredibly charming individual when he... wants to be, and is especially good at getting his way with women. He has extensive knowledge of creating explosive devices, often from limited resources, and seems to have a good grasp of practical chemical and electrical engineering, as far as it relates to his profession. He's got a lot of shady skills as well, manipulating credit cards, creating fake IDs, picking locks, escape artistry, stealth, carjacking, etc. etc. He knows how to use a variety of supernatural tools. He's a great driver, pool hustler, and mechanic. He's also adept at ruining lives. And downing copious amounts of Corellian brandy without getting drunk.
Sect: Civvie.
Job: IDK either a smuggler or a bounty hunter. :3
Samples:
First Person:
Did someone typo my contract? Because last time I checked, sending me to rock out with the Jedi wasn't exactly my personal idea of what Hell was gonna be like.
Not that I'm freaking complaining over here. Maybe I did enough good deeds to make it through the pearly Lucas ranch gates anyways.
So where's the Falcon? I wanna see that baby up close and personal. And bring on the alien babes. Blue chicks, green chicks, Jabba dancing chicks, ones with crescent rolls on the sides of their heads - I don't care. If this is heaven, I'm not gonna be choosy.
... Also, what the shit is a 'gizka' and do I want to order it for dinner or get tested to make sure I don't have it?
Third Person:
It was difficult to know where the act of dying ended and hell began.
Dean had been through the wringer time and time again: been beat up, bitten, shot, clawed, and worse. But being ripped shred to fucking shred, by vicious teeth of unearthly strength, knowing this was the absolute end of all things: that moment itself was as much hell already as whatever he was about to go face.
Knowing he was leaving Sam alone, to who knows what kind of fate? That was the worst of it all.
One thing was for sure, though: he hadn't accepted the pain to end when he got to hell. Hadn't expected to feel so whole again.
Hadn't expected to be sitting up on the floor of some extra-clean looking room, in his freaking boxer shorts.
Must be some kind of mind game, he figured. Make him think it was over, make him doubt where he was, before throwing the fiery torment at him. He could still hear the growls of the hellhounds ringing in his ears, as he got to his feet, and made his way cautiously towards a window.
Well. He certainly didn't expect that either.
"Holy shit." Dean stared out at the otherworldly cityscape, jaw dropped slightly, as he tried to reconcile why it looked slightly familiar.
"Did I take a wrong turn at Purgatory?" he asked no one in particular, as exactly why it did began to sink in. A nearly manic looking half smile tugged at his lips, and he fought against it. Maybe it was an illusion. Better not believe it too soon.
Or maybe just maybe... he'd landed in the dead center of his childhood dreams.
Extra samples located here.
Anything Else: Dean would like to room with Sam :'D
Name or Handle: Arden
LJ:
dancinpenguins Email: kiwi4ever13[at]hotmail[dot]com
AIM or MSN name: thegreatmuldini
Any current characters here?: THAT IS LESS THAN POSSIBLE 8|
Would you like a protocol droid?: Only the assassinating kind. So. No. I'm good. o7
Character Information:
Character Name: Dean Winchester
Age: 29
Canon: Supernatural.
Appearance: Dean's an attractive dude with brown hair, green eyes, and an athletic build. He stands at 6'4" and has a pentagram tattoo on his neck to ward against possession. He usually wears the same brown leather coat, and wears a lot of jeans and plaid.
Personality: Dean's life has been fairly defined by fulfilling the 'good soldier' role. It meshes well with his instincts - he is, at the core, the big goddamn hero type. However, he's also capable of being so notoriously stubborn, that it's almost a surprise how easily he'd bend to his father's orders. In truth, his desire for his father's acceptance and respect has been one of the driving forces in his life: whereas Sam managed to step away from the path they were born into, if only for a little while, Dean's stuck to it every inch of the way. His entire personality's been crafted to fit the business: he doesn't form attachments quickly, except to the people involved in his line of work, the skills he's mastered and knowledge he's memorized all have to do with ways to most effectively hunt, track, and/or destroy demons and other supernatural baddies, and he has a sense of humor that takes things other would consider horrific lightly.
The most important thing to Dean is family, probably evidenced best by the fact that he sold his soul to save his brother, and he refuses to accept what the angels and devil see as the inevitability of him and Sam being used as vessels for a battle of Apocalyptic dimensions.
Dean comes across as a real 'man's man', indulging in women, booze, pie, classic rock, cars, and guns, and bashing on anything he considers to be below his tough guy image. It takes a lot to shake him to the point of tears. He's always ready to face things with (maybe too much) bravado, and probably some foul language, just to spice things up.
I've also got a fairly long analysis of Dean's psychology here.
Background: Dean Winchester was the first child of John and Mary Winchester, born in Lawrence, Kansas, on Jan. 24, 1979. The first few years of his life were about as normal as you could get - although his parents had some marital problems, they were still a pretty peaceful household. These suburban formative years would become a cornerstone of Dean's emotional attachment to his family, and despite only having lived there until age four, he possesses incredibly strong impressions of this time. The truth was, however, that this 'idyllic' childhood had come at a steep price for his mother, who had come from a family of hunters, and made a deal with the demon Azazel. When Dean was four, the demon came to collect, feeding its blood to his baby brother Sam, and killing his mother when she tried to interrupt the process. Dean's father charged him with getting the baby out of their burning house, and in that moment, Dean adopted a level of protectiveness over his brother's safety that would remain for the rest of their lives.
John was irreversibly changed by Mary's death and became consumed with seeking knowledge of the supernatural realm and trade of hunting that would allow him to locate the yellow eyed demon and extract vengeance for the murder of his wife. This meant a life spent on the road, taking both his young boys from town to town, school to school, motel to motel, all in his '67 Impala, stuffed with weapons and tools of the trade in the trunk. Dean was taught from a very early age how to handle weapons, fight demons and monsters, use supernatural protection, and develop a wide array of criminal skills necessary to their job. He believed that his dad was a superhero, and never saw their lifestyle as a burden - they were helping people, as a family, and those were the two most important things to him. When Sam learned the truth about their dad, Dean helped train his brother. He never really expected their lifestyle to change, nor particularly wanted it to.
Like it or not, however, change it did.
Sam announced one night that he was leaving, going off to college, and it sparked an explosive fight between him and John. Dean felt as if his brother was abandoning the family. The relationship between the brothers became strained when Sam left, and eventually they broke off contact completely.
Den was running some missions by himself by this time, and that's when John went missing. Dean showed up at Sam's in the middle of the night, to secure his help in locating their dad. What they found instead were clues - and their dad's notebook full of occult knowledge. When Sam's girlfriend Jessica was killed in the same manner as their mother, he agreed to help Dean track the thing down, and find John, no matter what. Along the way, John dropped more hints leading the boys to various cases, until the message became clear: he wanted them to pick up where he was leaving off. They found him again eventually anyway, and learned about a weapon their father had tracked down - the Colt, that could reportedly kill anything. This led to a confrontation with Azazel, who possessed John, attempting to secure the Colt for himself. Upon escaping from the showdown, the Impala was involved in a car accident that resulted in Dean and John being admitted to the hospital.
Dean was stuck between life and death, until his father made a deal with Azazel, trading his own life for Dean's. Before his death, he told Dean that if Sam could not be saved, it would be his duty to kill him. It was, however, Dean who saved Sam from death later, by making a deal with the crossroads demon to bring Sam back when he was killed. He, like his father, traded his own life for his brother's, but instead of dying instantly, he was granted one final year. Dean then used the last bullet of the Colt to kill Azazel, and release his father's soul - but in the process, legions of demons escaped into our world. The boys swore to track them down, and Sam vowed to find a way to save Dean before his time was up.
Dean tried to argue Sam out of any attempts to save him, though his brother wouldn't listen - and Ruby, a demon who offered to help him find a way - certainly didn't help matters. An encounter with a thief named Bela ended up with the boys losing the Colt. They learned that the demon who held Dean's contract was named Lilith, and Dean took Ruby's demon killing knife and tracked her down. They were, however, too late, and were tricked by Lilith's body hopping into Ruby. Lilith granted entrance to her hellhounds, who proceeded to tear Dean to pieces. His soul went directly to
I chose this canon point because it's before Dean was... tortured in Hell, which allows him to still make connections to people and things in the world, and I think he'll be much more likely to accept the new situation/world he's thrust into if it's... sort of a reprieve for him anyways. STAR WARS WORLD IS WAY BETTER THAN HELL.
Special Abilities or Weapons: While he doesn't possess any innate superhuman powers, Dean's been trained since a very young age in hunting supernatural beings, and he possesses a wide array of knowledge on that subject. He's proficient with a variety of
Sect: Civvie.
Job: IDK either a smuggler or a bounty hunter. :3
Samples:
First Person:
Did someone typo my contract? Because last time I checked, sending me to rock out with the Jedi wasn't exactly my personal idea of what Hell was gonna be like.
Not that I'm freaking complaining over here. Maybe I did enough good deeds to make it through the pearly Lucas ranch gates anyways.
So where's the Falcon? I wanna see that baby up close and personal. And bring on the alien babes. Blue chicks, green chicks, Jabba dancing chicks, ones with crescent rolls on the sides of their heads - I don't care. If this is heaven, I'm not gonna be choosy.
... Also, what the shit is a 'gizka' and do I want to order it for dinner or get tested to make sure I don't have it?
Third Person:
It was difficult to know where the act of dying ended and hell began.
Dean had been through the wringer time and time again: been beat up, bitten, shot, clawed, and worse. But being ripped shred to fucking shred, by vicious teeth of unearthly strength, knowing this was the absolute end of all things: that moment itself was as much hell already as whatever he was about to go face.
Knowing he was leaving Sam alone, to who knows what kind of fate? That was the worst of it all.
One thing was for sure, though: he hadn't accepted the pain to end when he got to hell. Hadn't expected to feel so whole again.
Hadn't expected to be sitting up on the floor of some extra-clean looking room, in his freaking boxer shorts.
Must be some kind of mind game, he figured. Make him think it was over, make him doubt where he was, before throwing the fiery torment at him. He could still hear the growls of the hellhounds ringing in his ears, as he got to his feet, and made his way cautiously towards a window.
Well. He certainly didn't expect that either.
"Holy shit." Dean stared out at the otherworldly cityscape, jaw dropped slightly, as he tried to reconcile why it looked slightly familiar.
"Did I take a wrong turn at Purgatory?" he asked no one in particular, as exactly why it did began to sink in. A nearly manic looking half smile tugged at his lips, and he fought against it. Maybe it was an illusion. Better not believe it too soon.
Or maybe just maybe... he'd landed in the dead center of his childhood dreams.
Extra samples located here.
Anything Else: Dean would like to room with Sam :'D