Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester Sun Dec 26, 2010 4:11 pm

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Name: Dean Winchester
Nickname: (if applicable): NA
Age: 26
Species: Human

Likes:
Hunting
Family
Classic Rock
His Impala
Dislikes:
Flying
Demons
Shapeshifters
History:
Dean was born to John and Mary Winchester, and has a younger brother Sam, four years younger then himself. His mother died when he was four in a house fire, which got their father into hunting, as he obsessively searched for the thing that killed his wife. Dean and his brother were brought up on the road since, moving from state to state as their father looked for the demon. He dropped out of high school when he was 17, and has been hunting with his father, sometimes on his own, since his brother went to college.
Special Abilities:
NA
Personality:
Cocky, overprotective of his younger brother Sam, laid back, a bit pessimistic
Appearance:
Short brown hair, green eyes. About 6 ft 1".
Favourite Food:
Pie
Greatest Wish:
That his mom hadn't died
Biggest Fear:
Sam going darkside
Other Information:
NA

RP example:
The nights air was cold. The leather of Dean's jacket appeared to be doing very little to shield him from the bite of it, though he barely noticed. It had been far too long since Dean had last seen his brother. Four years, two since their last phone call. Ever since the argument between the younger of the two and their father, the bond tying Sam to his family appeared to have dissipated.

The moonlight casted murky shadows over the chevy Impalas' black paintwork and Dean's arms were folded as he leaned against its hood. He knew that Sam would not be very receptive to his interuption of the life that he had built for himself at college, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Dean was doubtlessly beyond desperate now, their father's disappearance a couple of weeks ago had left him shaken and alone. He was hoping that Sam would put aside their old differences, and help him find their dad.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Dean walked up to his younger brothers front door, and rapped on the glass pane. There was a half formed thought in the back of his head that he should of booked himself into a motel over night and done this in the morning, rather then at half twelve at night.