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-CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Name: Dean Winchester
Canon: Supernatural
LJ: likedillinger
Character & Media Information: Dean info. Supernatural info.
Character Perception:
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.
Timeline: Season 5, after "Changing Channels"
Picture:
Ticket:
"There is another way, Dean.
I went on ahead, no time to explain. Meet me. -Sam"
Coordinates included for the landing pad.
Inventory: Nickel-plated Colt 1911 A1 .45 caliber semi-automatic w/ivory handle and extra ammo, flare gun, Impala keys, taser, lockback pocket knives (2), 10 inch Bowie style pocket knife, EMF reader, notebook, Holy Water flask, little pouch of salt, Dad's journal, Ruby's knife, fake IDs.
Additional Notes: Dean's a notorious flirt, so anything not too serious isn't out of the question, as long as it's with the attractive females of the castle. Sorry, no Wincest, and no Cas/Dean for me. Boy's about as straight as they come.
Role Play Sample:
That's it.
Dean had gone to exorbitant lengths in his life to keep his little brother from harm; lengths that only crazy men would go. But right now, all of that was forgotten, replaced by one single overriding thought, as he gripped the seat for all it was worth.
I'm gonna freakin' kill him myself.
The helicopter lurched unexpectedly - turbulence, probably - but that thought never even occurred to Dean, who leaned forward, clutching the back of the pilot's seat, and shouting: "You sure you know how to fly this thing, buddy?" The total lack of response didn't do a whole lot to soothe his rattled nerves, so she slunk back into his seat, wishing he could meld right into it.
What on earth had possessed Sammy to think this was a good idea? Where could he have possibly gone that Dean couldn't have driven, or taken a boat, or scaled a mountain, or anything short of having to take one of these things way up in the air with nothing between him and the ground but some untrustworthy, unsturdy metal?
It's worth it, he tried to remind himself, if there's really a way to get around this whole vessel BS and still stop Lucifer. He knew, however, it was more likely Sam had been fooled into thinking there was a way, and ran off on some half-cocked quest, straight into the mouth of a big ol' trap. In which case, it was Dean's responsibility to go yank his ass out of it.
And then, he comforted himself, then I can kill him.
He wrapped his arms tightly across his chest, and started humming Metallica, praying it'd be over soon.
-CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Name: Dean Winchester
Canon: Supernatural
LJ: likedillinger
Character & Media Information: Dean info. Supernatural info.
Character Perception:
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.
Timeline: Season 5, after "Changing Channels"
Picture:
Ticket:
"There is another way, Dean.
I went on ahead, no time to explain. Meet me. -Sam"
Coordinates included for the landing pad.
Inventory: Nickel-plated Colt 1911 A1 .45 caliber semi-automatic w/ivory handle and extra ammo, flare gun, Impala keys, taser, lockback pocket knives (2), 10 inch Bowie style pocket knife, EMF reader, notebook, Holy Water flask, little pouch of salt, Dad's journal, Ruby's knife, fake IDs.
Additional Notes: Dean's a notorious flirt, so anything not too serious isn't out of the question, as long as it's with the attractive females of the castle. Sorry, no Wincest, and no Cas/Dean for me. Boy's about as straight as they come.
Role Play Sample:
That's it.
Dean had gone to exorbitant lengths in his life to keep his little brother from harm; lengths that only crazy men would go. But right now, all of that was forgotten, replaced by one single overriding thought, as he gripped the seat for all it was worth.
I'm gonna freakin' kill him myself.
The helicopter lurched unexpectedly - turbulence, probably - but that thought never even occurred to Dean, who leaned forward, clutching the back of the pilot's seat, and shouting: "You sure you know how to fly this thing, buddy?" The total lack of response didn't do a whole lot to soothe his rattled nerves, so she slunk back into his seat, wishing he could meld right into it.
What on earth had possessed Sammy to think this was a good idea? Where could he have possibly gone that Dean couldn't have driven, or taken a boat, or scaled a mountain, or anything short of having to take one of these things way up in the air with nothing between him and the ground but some untrustworthy, unsturdy metal?
It's worth it, he tried to remind himself, if there's really a way to get around this whole vessel BS and still stop Lucifer. He knew, however, it was more likely Sam had been fooled into thinking there was a way, and ran off on some half-cocked quest, straight into the mouth of a big ol' trap. In which case, it was Dean's responsibility to go yank his ass out of it.
And then, he comforted himself, then I can kill him.
He wrapped his arms tightly across his chest, and started humming Metallica, praying it'd be over soon.