Dean Winchester

[Dean Winchester]

D E A N jonathon W I N C H E S T E R

Hai party people! My name's PHOENIX and I'm 19 years old. I've been playing this game for 7 Years. Just a heads up, my timezone is CENTRAL and my other characters round here are NAMES HERE. And I know what I'm talkin' 'bout - WORD IN RULES. See!?

» NAME: Dean Jonathon Winchester
» NICKNAMES: Jerk
» AGE:30
» SPECIES: Was Human, maybe Angel
» GENDER:Male
» SEXUALITY:Bisexual

» PLAY BY:Jensen Ackles
» HAIR COLOR:Brown
» EYE COLOR: Green
» OTHER:

» LIKES:

• Women
  
• Pie
  
• His Baby
  
• Sam
  

» DISLIKES:

• Witches
  
• Being in the hospital
  
• People that hurt Sam
  
• Demons

» STRENGTHS:

• Willingness to get things done
  
• Hunting Skills
  
• Loyalty
  
• Compassion
  

» WEAKNESSES:

• Sam
  
• Castiel
  
• Hardheadedness

» FEARS:

• Going back to the pit.
  
• Himself
  
• Being alone
  
• Losing Sam forever
  

» OVERALL: Dean is a complicated person. He is very protective and possessive. He is willing to do anything for his family, he literally went to hell for his brother. Dean is very family oriented and doesn't understand when people don't share that idea. He has some issues since his time on the rack. He doesn't like being hot and he doesn't like being tied down. Dean has his moments when he is who he was back then. Dean is currently going through several crises like 'Angels are Real.' 'Lucifer wants my brother' stuff like that.

» HOMETOWN:
» FAMILY:John and Mary Winchester (Parents,Dead); Sam Winchester (Brother); Adam Milligan (Half-Brother); Bobby Singer (pseudo-Father/Uncle); Castiel
» OVERALL HISTORY:Dean was born the first born of John and Mary Winchester, when he was four years old his mother was killed in his little brother's nursery thus Sam and Dean were raised by their single hunter father. All through his childhood Dean was told one thing, “Protect Sammy”. He and his small family of three bounced from city to city whenever their father found a hunt. Dean spend most of his time taking care of his younger brother. In fact your could say that Dean raised Sam.

Dean started hunting with his dad at bout ten, just simple salt and burns and slowly moved up to bigger things. After the incident with the striga Dean took things much more seriously he stopped paying attention in school and focused on hunting. Dean paid a little to much attention to hunting and ended up not graduating and instead got his G.E.D.

Dean learned to function on his own after Sam left for college and John slowly started distancing himself from his oldest son. When John finally dropped off the face of the earth Dean went to find Sam to hunt down their father. After the hunt and death of Jess the brother began hunting together again. Eventually the boys found John, Dean ends up in a coma John eventually dies, selling his soul for Dean.

In a show in pure Winchester-ness Dean ends up selling his soul for Sam. In hell Dean breaks after 30-40 years and takes up torturing souls on the rack. He is mysteriously pulled from hell but what they eventually find to be an angel. The brothers soon learn that they are vessels for two very special archangels. They both resist but after much interference and lots of Castiel moments Sam says yes to Lucifer and falls into the cage with Michael riding around in their younger half-brother Adam. After all is said and done Castiel goes back to heaven, Sam and Adam are in the pit and Dean is off trying to live an apple-pie life.

At the beginning of the site plot, Dean wakes up with a pair of wings and Castiel sitting at the end of his bed. He had left Ben and Lisa two weeks earlier because he just wasn't cut out for an apple pie life.

» RP SAMPLE:

Prussia hated school. He hated Rome. He hated West. He hated everyone. 'I am the Awesome Prussia!' He thought angrily to himself. 'How dare the bastard Rome treat me like this.' The albino grit his teeth and imagined his army crushing the crazy old man to dust. He ignored the voice in his head that sounded far too much like West reminding him that he no longer had an army. Prussia scowled and looked around for someone to hurt. Surely beating the snot out of someone else would make him feel better, it always had before. Fortunately there was no one around at the moment for Prussia to inflict his ire on, so unfortunately he decided to break something instead. Since he was just wandering the school he noticed a well placed Roman tapestry. Grinning the former nation pulled out a pen knife and went to work. He started with a few small cuts here and there then a long rip down the side, and he started fraying the edges. Sure it wasn't incredibly noticable but it made Prussia feel better, and of course he didn't want to just out right tear it to pieces...not only would Rome end up pissed but so would Prussia's own father Germania. Normally Gilbert wouldn't give a second thought to pissing people off but without his army he didn't think he stood a good chance against the old timers.

Pocketing the knife the former nation grumbled under his breath and scanned the hall way. There was nothing to do. A faint growling in his stomach decided his next course of action. Turn completely around he decided to head for the cafeteria. While it wasn't meal time Prussia was hungry and sure that he could break into the kitchens to grab a snack. Maybe if he was lucky one of the Italy's would be in there cooking and he could snatch some of their food. Not that Prussia wasn't an awesome cook, Prussia is awesome at everything. It's just that he was in the mood for Italian. Yeah, that's it. He was just in the mood for Italian. If Prussia was unlucky then the loser Britain would be in the kitchen and he would die from being in the same room as that freak's cooking. Shaking away the thoughts Gilbert smirked as he pushed open the door to the empty cafeteria. Feeling playful he ran toward a table and jumped high landing easily on the table top. “I am the awesome Prussia, suck it losers!” It felt good to say that again, if only there was someone cowering at his feet it would make it so much better!

Still smirking he hopped down and headed toward the double doors that lead to the kitchen area. He pushed them open easily and was surprised to see it empty, normally you could find at least one person milling around in the kitchen. Shrugging he turned toward the large icebox and pulled it open. Spotting a box of doughnut he crowed in triumph. “Awesome doughnuts for the awesome Prussia!” Pulling the box out and placing it on a near by counter he opened the box quickly and grabbed a doughnut. Ginning he hopped up on the counter near where he had placed the box and set out demolishing the box of treats, his mind on the past and pondering how to get his army back.

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[PHOENIX]