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PLAYER INFO
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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Dean Winchester
Character journal: 100deaths_a_day
Fandom: Supernatural
Point of Canon: End Season five, before he arrives at Lisa's
Tattoo number: 24179
Appearance:
(Tattoo and Major noticeable scar.)
It's probably worth noting that Dean is 6'1”
Personality: On the surface, Dean is a laid back type of guy who enjoys women, drink, and food - that is when he isn't chasing after some crazy demon, spirit, or anything supernatural. When chasing supernatural beings, Dean can become very serious about his job, and things that he must do in order to complete his job, although he appears to enjoy it.
He's very family centric, but especially his little brother, Sam. Family is every Winchester's weakness, but especially Dean's. He will give and do anything to keep them safe. His purpose in life, the way he sees it, is to protect them. He sacrifices himself time and time again for his family, even giving up his own life in return for Sam's. The reason he hunts is to protect people, rather than revenge, which is the motivation for 99.9% of the other hunters, including Sam and John. Family is his biggest weakness. He has a tendency to throw himself into the line of fire without really thinking about consequences - especially for friends and family.
Dean plays up to his pretty-boy, almost bimbo, dumb-ass role, because that's what people expect of him by looking at him. He's known among the brothers as the dumb(er) one, and he takes that on as his persona. Because he does clever things that are... almost inspired (For example, he knew that one of the 'big bads' they fight would check them and take away her one weakness - the ashes of a phoenix - from them. But before they went into the battle with her, he spiked his own whiskey with some of the ashes, and goaded her into biting him. The ashes had been absorbed into his blood stream, and when she bit him, they burned her from the inside out.); but it's never expected of him because that's not the image he gives out. So that he's underestimated. John - his father - had something to do with it too. He was expected to be the soldier, and that's what he was. Which meant, unlike Sam, he never made a big deal about being smart. He knows what's expected of him, and that's what he does.
Although Dean can sometimes become angry around certain discussions or insults about his family and his past, he has a sensitive side - even though that is shown more to strangers (especially kids, whom Dean can get a great rapport with) than his brother. He even sometimes questions himself about what would have happened if his mother never died. Things such as these can leave Dean in a angry attitude, and he normally picks fights with others around him (or his car) during these mood swings. He is remarkably adaptable when it comes to fighting and killing stuff.
Sam describes him as having the humour of a nine year old. He proves this in the same episode as this is claimed, by putting a whoopee cushion on the chair that Castiel sits on. Sam describes Dean's taste in music in the first episode with the words: “The best hits of mullet rock” - but Sam still joins him singing “Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi when they are being hunted down by hellhounds. He also rocks it out to “Eye of the Tiger” when he gets a disease which makes him scared of everything.
Over all, Dean is an action man,very impulsive and passionate about fighting the good fight. He trusts his instincts to lead him in the right direction where as his brother prefers to think things through before acting. He’ll kill without question and can be ruthless and aggressive at times. Despite mercilessly teasing and often arguing with Sammy, Dean loves his brother and would do anything for him, even going so far as to sell his soul to a demon which resulted in him going to Hell. Now that he’s escaped the pit, Dean’s fun-loving, carefree attitude has suffered a decline (though his womanising ways don’t appear to have changed) and soul destroying guilt has replaced it. He tries not to let it show but sometimes memories of Hell become overwhelming and his self worth is lower than ever before. In an effort to deal with that, he’s become a heavy drinker and wishes that he didn’t have to feel anything, including being human, any more.
Powers/Abilities: Before he was turned, he has no magical/psychic abilities. However, Dean possesses excellent combat and hunting prowess; comprehensively trained by his father from early childhood as a paranormal investigator and hunter of the supernatural, he is established throughout the series as an extremely dangerous individual, and he is more than capable of taking a stand against even the most formidable of opponents, such as demons and vampires.
Dean is well-versed with multiple types of firearms; he prefers his Colt 1911 and sawed-off shotgun, but is proficient with most other weapons he might acquire. An expert marksman, he seldom misses his intended target and can efficiently put down anything vulnerable to bullets.
Dean is adept with martial arts and knife fighting as well; he has subdued several human assailants with ease in multiple episodes and bested physically more powerful creatures, often unarmed or equipped with only a blade. In "Nightshifter", he killed a shape-shifter armed with a simple silver letter opener. In "Fresh Blood," he managed to subdue a vampire long enough to inject her with a shot of "dead man's blood." In "The Magnificent Seven," he fought and held off several demons by himself, armed only with a flask of holy water.
Dean is also a proficient tracker and possesses prudent tactical skills and an instinctive ability to "read" behavioural characteristics and manipulate people. Highly resourceful, he frequently utilizes improvised weapons and explosive devices; in "Croatoan," he demonstrated knowledge in chemistry constructing Molotov cocktails and improvised explosive devices, and in "Phantom Traveller," he revealed knowledge of electronics and reverse engineering, having built an electromagnetic field detector from an old Walkman radio.
Dean also possesses extensive knowledge of the supernatural and mythology. He is versed with how police, fire departments and various government agencies (FBI, CDC) typically operate and conduct investigations, and knows how to both impersonate and evade them effectively. An accomplished mechanic, he maintains his Impala in tip-top condition and has had an intimate knowledge of auto-mobiles and engines since childhood.
Dean is a virtuoso of escape, evasion and silent movement, when the situation requires subtlety and stealth. Lastly, he is also alarmingly skilful in many areas frowned upon by the law: lock picking, breaking into security systems (not so much computers, which often falls to Sam), car-jacking and gaining an 'advantageous purchase' comes naturally to him.
Due to his time spent in Hell as Alistair's "student," Dean has an in-depth knowledge of torture, able to inflict the maximum amount of pain and agony on a victim while keeping them alive as long as possible. In the Season 5 premier, Dean revealed he had learned the banishing spell that sends angels back to Heaven from Castiel.
History: Up to the end of Season 5
Journal sample: [So. Dean had had pretty much a shitty couple of weeks. and now? his mom was angry and disappointed in him. plus side? This plot had monsters. that meant he could deal with all his hurts (the main one being this most recent frigging development with his mom) in the best way he knew how.
Hunting. His 'costume' - he was thinking of the stupid author-provided renaissance clothes in that way - had at least provided him with a weapon. A nice sword.
so he'd been in the forest, hunting. A lot. He wasn't going to stop until he was exhausted and couldn't carry on. Either that, or until he'd been ripped into badly enough to make him stop. option 2 had arrived first. Mainly because he'd discarded the sword halfway through, and started ripping into them with his hands as best he could. It had been better, easier to disconnect from thinking.
A small trail has been left from the entrance to kitchen. not intentionally; and a few drops on the floor every now and again from where he'd not been able to stem the flow from the wound in his side completely by pushing pressure onto it.
He's currently in the hall, trying to make his way into his room with the magical author locks to not be bothered.]
And here's one with dialogue if you prefer. (this was the best I could find, but it has Sam in it. let me know if this is a problem!)
Prose sample:
It was probably no big secret that Dean hadn't been exactly fantastic at sleeping recently. Or at all, really. It was different to the 'working long hours' missing sleep, He just wouldn't let himself be pulled under. Nightmares awaited, as they had done every day since he'd been brought back from hell. He had checked on his car, but he found it no different than when he left - perfect, with not a damned thing to do to on or with her. Normally a blessing, but with the self-enforced sleeplessness, definitely a curse. He wasn't low enough to take it out on her though; not like after Dad died and he hit out at the one thing that had been their constant - home for lack of a better word - because he hadn't known any other way to vent the deep-seated grief and anger at a suspicion (which was later confirmed) that he himself had been responsible for Dad's death - he was responsible because Dad never should have traded his life for Dean's. Especially after what Dean had done with it.
So, with all these thoughts and feelings, he hit the gym. Hard. From about two hours after being back in the manor after their incarceration at the author's whim- long enough to check his baby thoroughly - until now. The memory played over the blackberry as his punishment - having to watch Mary die all over again - had really done a number on him. And then there was the conversation with Mom yesterday... The gym helped. Kind of. It was mindless, and it was easy. Or it had been until he started pushing himself. He'd pushed the weight on it, as if trying to physically represent the burdens on his shoulders, and he'd started taking breaks less and less as he lifted and struggled with the weights mindlessly, the repetitiveness and the pain from pushing his limits too far helping him to not think his thoughts.
He was currently slumped forward over some weights, lack of sleep and over exertion pushing him to exhaustion now it was mixing with the physical strain. He was dozing in between sleep and waking, not yet under deep enough for the dreams to hit, but under enough to get the rest his body desperately needed.
He didn't hear the door swing open.
Anything else: Nothing I can think of!