dexter morgan application ❖ ilpromenade
PLAYER
✧ NAME: Donnie
✧ LJ USERNAME: plastique
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): aim: peeves tan | plurk : donners
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST:
Effy Stonem | Skins
Daemyn Otello | OC
Ned | Pushing Daisies
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Dexter Morgan
✧ SERIES: Dexter
✧ HISTORY: right hurr
✧ TIMELINE: End of season four, just after he found Rita bathed in blood.
✧ PERSONALITY:
To put it simply, Dexter is twisted. Being a sociopath, he lives by a code, a code to never get caught. He believes that everyone else is a “human”, while he is a monster, a monster that can’t change. The idea is formed in the beginning of the series. Having no memory of his childhood besides quick flashes, he investigates his past to realize that he was found in a shipping crate with a dead mother and an older brother who was just as bathed in blood as he was. He refers to himself as having been “born in blood”, not literally, but being as young as he was, it was what made him the sociopathic man he grew up to be. He had his own apartment and his own daily ritual. He still has the daily ritual, but after he met Rita and after he realized that he could no longer keep himself blank and uncaring towards Rita and her children, (who were supposed to be a part of his ‘cover up’)he had to change in some way or form.
He realizes that he has to make his exterior life very normal. Mild-mannered and kind, he blends in easily, being the patient neighbor next door that people don’t pay that much attention to. He wears very plain clothes, but he will wear any kind of plain clothes. From pink to black, as long as it doesn’t make him stand out. He wears things that are neat and clean-cut, giving off the idea that he isn’t extreme about what he wears, but does feel the need to look nice. Not to say he hasn’t done things that lead his colleagues to think strange of him. He is often unaffected by the grotesque scenes he photographs for analysis and is calm about the situation. Whatever thoughts he has are kept in his head, and even then, he is not the least bit disturbed. Sometimes colleagues, such as Angel, make small comments on how weird it is for Dexter not to even feel disgusted by he sees, or sympathy. Whatever sympathy he feels is faked when he feels threatened, so when someone asks him if the crime scene is horrible, he agrees half-heartedly, along the lines of, “oh, yeah, it really is a shame.” with no real care in his voice. He creates this mask that covers everything that he really is, using it to mold and shape his appearance as he lives on. He does admit that the only person that he really loves and cares for is his step-sister, Debra Morgan, who works in the same building with him as a part of the police force. He will make as many sacrifices he can to keep Debra safe.
When his relationship with Rita grows, the mask has cracked in some places, making him more kind and loving towards Rita and her two children, Cody and Astor, who have grown to like Dexter and accepted him as a father figure. Rita doesn’t see the monster in Dexter, but Dexter is hesitant to become physically intimate with her, explaining in his commentary that once he has had sex with someone, that person can see who he really is (a sociopath who can’t care and doesn’t care) and will shun him forever. Intimacy is something that scares Dexter, if he can’t show something he can’t feel, how will they be satisfied, in and out of the bedroom? He is awkward when it comes to sex with Rita at first, even touching her he avoids, grimacing at the thought and holding her back from him, physically distancing himself from her and making excuses about having to leave soon. Later, when he becomes closer to Rita, he accepts that he will have to sacrifice his needs for hers in order to maintain a steady (and somewhat healthy) relationship. Rita becomes very important to Dexter, along with the kids, who he takes care of very diligently. He goes out of his way to please them if he can, but sometimes forgets about their wants and needs and remembers at the last moment. Cody and Astor seem to interrupt his waits for victims at some points, entering his mind on his way to kill his next target in innocent ways, which angers him. He doesn’t want to become soft, and has troubles maintaining his roles at some points, trying to be the father, the husband, the blood analysis, the friend. Harry, his deceased step-father, speaks to him often from the grave, telling him that he stop the family nonsense and remain unknown, invisible, someone who blends in. Dexter refuses, insisting that he can handle all of the roles that are given to him.
His secluded nature is very prominent, emotions never being let out of his hard exterior. Working as a blood spatter analysis for Miami Metro Police, he keeps to himself when working in a small office and has no problem using the job as a cover for his psychotic interior. Not to say that he is like most killers -- Dexter goes after people who kill people, especially those he finds exceptionally disgusting. His emotional armor falters when he finds a child molester or any man who has done harm to children, whereas with adults he doesn’t let himself care as much, or he just doesn’t care. If children are in harm or have been harmed in any way, he makes sure to go out of his way to track down, hunt, watch, learn the person’s daily rituals, and kill them. The way he tracks down his prey is very planned out. He doesn’t do random killings -- he tracks down the murderer first, being absolutely sure that they have done what he thinks they have done, be it homicide or rape or both. His deceased father, Harry, taught him this code as a teenager, trying to control the monster inside of Dexter so he wouldn’t turn out like most serial killers. Harry seemed to succeed in his lessons, but after he died, Dexter had to figure the rest out on his own. He was left with a code and stuck to it. Never letting anyone besides his victims know who he really is.
He doesn’t anger often, if at all, and it is very rare to actually see him express emotions in general. He also rarely smiles, having trouble with actually expressing himself due to letting himself be “seen”. He can’t relax, ever, and if he does, it’s when he’s killing someone. It’s the only time when he can really show his true self, the self that has no mercy, has no shame, the self that has to kill in order to feed the monster living inside of him. Rita would disagree if she knew or if she had known -- she knew another side of Dexter: a softer, sweeter side that took care of his family and was sure to do his best at it no matter what. Rita felt as if Dexter loved her and Cody and Astor. If he could, congratulations Dexter, you’ve improved. Sadly, the idea that he can actually feel love is low. If someone gets Dexter angry, they are a special type of person. He knows how to control himself, only becoming violent in his imagination or to his victims. He exhibits this well when he uses his relaxed exterior to rile up a coworker, James Doakes (a skilled homicide detective that had it out for Dexter) in his Miami Metro office, headbutting him and and walking away quietly and calmly out of his office and into the main area with a smirk on his face, knowing that James would chase after him in a rage and most probably get himself fired for being violent. James was known for harassing Dexter, suspecting and obsessing over him for quite some time before investigating further, trying to prove that Dexter was the Bay Harbor Butcher -- a skilled serial killer who dumped his victims, chopped up in garbage bags, into the Harbor -- before getting captured by Dexter and locked in a shack where he was later killed. James was the only person on the force who didn’t like Dexter. Dexter hasn’t killed a coworker since.
At one point, he becomes too focused on killing and Rita suspects something of him. He lies to her, telling her that he’s addicting to heroin and agrees to go to a Narcotics Anonymous, meeting a woman named Lila who can see who he really is, but is also psychotic. Dexter, against his and his father’s better judgement, cheats on Rita with Lila. Rita finds out and their relationship ends, leaving Lila to teach him how to interact and pleasure women. Before he met Lila he struggled with romance, struggled with people in general, keeping a mask on at all times. The mask sticks to him like glue and since he doesn’t really ‘feel’ emotions like other normal people, he sometimes uses sunglasses to cover up his face, not letting others know that he has no empathy towards those who have died in and out of his line of work, not because he doesn’t want to, but he can’t. This is disproved, somehow, unless it is fake, while he shows his affection towards Rita, Cody, Astor and later, Harrison. He cares for them like a father, spoiling them with what he can because he grows to love them, if he can love, that is.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS:
He’s 100% human and the most successful serial killer in Miami.
He also practices martial arts, leaving him skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
He sees people for who they are if they have a ‘monster’ inside of them. i.e. if he sees someone watching kids with a weird vibe, he’ll track them down and kill them. He does a lot of people-watching, and working as a forensic blood spatter analysis also helps. Because he works with crime, he’s able to define someone who is homicidal by their murders. “Blood never lies” as he likes to say.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night
✧ MASK DESIGN: Plain, black, covers half of his upper face horizontally.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: His old apartment, before he moved in with Rita.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON:
[Nothing was worse than waking up into a dream world with no idea how you got there or what was going on after finding your wife and son bathed in blood. Everything was hazy, gone in a blast of white. His idea of life, of himself, was gone. He was gone.
Everything I feared, everything I worked for.
It had dispersed. He was stumbling towards someone, anyone, that could explain the situation. If he had any stamina left, it was to get information. It dropped him back into that room. The room that was draped with blood: blood on the ceilings, blood on the walls, blood on the floors. He was in white.
Every memory became cropped and horrible, vision blurred and having him blink to try and clear it. To make it go away.
To make everything go away. Why can’t he wake up...?
The collision with the cement woke him up a little bit, pain shooting up and down his body, but didn’t make the blurred vision go away, in fact, it made it worse. Head throbbing and now partially dripping with blood, blood everywhere, he tried to push himself up. Get up, come on. This can go away. I can get home and take care of everything.
Oh no.
Astor and Cody. They’re left alone. I never found them. Where were they? Did Trinity -- no, impossible. That would have been too fast. He’s not that fast. They’re fine.
With that small amount of reassurance, he loses consciousness, unable to cope with what was presented to him.]
✧ THIRD PERSON:
When he first entered the bathroom, he couldn’t believe what he saw. Not to say that he couldn’t see what was in front of him, but he didn’t want to see it. Born in blood. Just as he had been. Fear blossomed across his face, every inch of his body screaming at him to move. Move. Finally, he did, hurrying over to Harrison while trying not to slip on the blood that surrounded the crying infant. Everything inside him was filled with confusion and a sick knot that twisted into his gut as he cradled his child, doing everything to make him stop crying and failing to a miserable level. It seemed like the world slowed as he turned his head and realized what was in the bathtub. A limp, white-faced Rita.
He carefully placed Harrison down on the floor once more, crawling over to Rita, murmuring her name over and over, as if doing so would bring her back. He held her, not even noticing the blood that poured over the edge of the bathtub even more than it already had been as he moved her body closer to his. His insides were churning, he wasn’t used to this feeling. He’d worked so hard to get to the normal, friendly neighbor that his wife and children and coworkers could count on. He was Dexter Morgan, but right at that moment, he didn’t feel like any of those things. He had failed to protect what he cared for the most, if at all. He thought it was all work, all a cover-up to avoid being found out for what he really is. It was a cover-up, wasn’t it?
His breaths were weak, his mind numb. He could feel and not feel at the same thing. What have I done? He never thought he would be so protective, so emotional, over someone. His own son scared him as he glanced to the crying child. He was just as vulnerable as Dexter was as a young child, as vulnerable as he is now. Bathed in a red substance he would only remember in fractions as an adult, he was helpless. Would he become the monster that Dexter is today? The monster that Dexter grew up as? He would have to teach him everything he knew; everything Harry taught him.
Reluctantly, Dexter pulled away from Rita fluidly, still in a slow, painful and painless haze. He was broken. Gone. Stuck standing in the bathroom for a few long seconds before forcing himself to move forward once again. Picking up Harrison, he leaves the bathroom once and for all, unable to look back.
✧ NAME: Donnie
✧ LJ USERNAME: plastique
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): aim: peeves tan | plurk : donners
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST:
Effy Stonem | Skins
Daemyn Otello | OC
Ned | Pushing Daisies
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Dexter Morgan
✧ SERIES: Dexter
✧ HISTORY: right hurr
✧ TIMELINE: End of season four, just after he found Rita bathed in blood.
✧ PERSONALITY:
To put it simply, Dexter is twisted. Being a sociopath, he lives by a code, a code to never get caught. He believes that everyone else is a “human”, while he is a monster, a monster that can’t change. The idea is formed in the beginning of the series. Having no memory of his childhood besides quick flashes, he investigates his past to realize that he was found in a shipping crate with a dead mother and an older brother who was just as bathed in blood as he was. He refers to himself as having been “born in blood”, not literally, but being as young as he was, it was what made him the sociopathic man he grew up to be. He had his own apartment and his own daily ritual. He still has the daily ritual, but after he met Rita and after he realized that he could no longer keep himself blank and uncaring towards Rita and her children, (who were supposed to be a part of his ‘cover up’)he had to change in some way or form.
He realizes that he has to make his exterior life very normal. Mild-mannered and kind, he blends in easily, being the patient neighbor next door that people don’t pay that much attention to. He wears very plain clothes, but he will wear any kind of plain clothes. From pink to black, as long as it doesn’t make him stand out. He wears things that are neat and clean-cut, giving off the idea that he isn’t extreme about what he wears, but does feel the need to look nice. Not to say he hasn’t done things that lead his colleagues to think strange of him. He is often unaffected by the grotesque scenes he photographs for analysis and is calm about the situation. Whatever thoughts he has are kept in his head, and even then, he is not the least bit disturbed. Sometimes colleagues, such as Angel, make small comments on how weird it is for Dexter not to even feel disgusted by he sees, or sympathy. Whatever sympathy he feels is faked when he feels threatened, so when someone asks him if the crime scene is horrible, he agrees half-heartedly, along the lines of, “oh, yeah, it really is a shame.” with no real care in his voice. He creates this mask that covers everything that he really is, using it to mold and shape his appearance as he lives on. He does admit that the only person that he really loves and cares for is his step-sister, Debra Morgan, who works in the same building with him as a part of the police force. He will make as many sacrifices he can to keep Debra safe.
When his relationship with Rita grows, the mask has cracked in some places, making him more kind and loving towards Rita and her two children, Cody and Astor, who have grown to like Dexter and accepted him as a father figure. Rita doesn’t see the monster in Dexter, but Dexter is hesitant to become physically intimate with her, explaining in his commentary that once he has had sex with someone, that person can see who he really is (a sociopath who can’t care and doesn’t care) and will shun him forever. Intimacy is something that scares Dexter, if he can’t show something he can’t feel, how will they be satisfied, in and out of the bedroom? He is awkward when it comes to sex with Rita at first, even touching her he avoids, grimacing at the thought and holding her back from him, physically distancing himself from her and making excuses about having to leave soon. Later, when he becomes closer to Rita, he accepts that he will have to sacrifice his needs for hers in order to maintain a steady (and somewhat healthy) relationship. Rita becomes very important to Dexter, along with the kids, who he takes care of very diligently. He goes out of his way to please them if he can, but sometimes forgets about their wants and needs and remembers at the last moment. Cody and Astor seem to interrupt his waits for victims at some points, entering his mind on his way to kill his next target in innocent ways, which angers him. He doesn’t want to become soft, and has troubles maintaining his roles at some points, trying to be the father, the husband, the blood analysis, the friend. Harry, his deceased step-father, speaks to him often from the grave, telling him that he stop the family nonsense and remain unknown, invisible, someone who blends in. Dexter refuses, insisting that he can handle all of the roles that are given to him.
His secluded nature is very prominent, emotions never being let out of his hard exterior. Working as a blood spatter analysis for Miami Metro Police, he keeps to himself when working in a small office and has no problem using the job as a cover for his psychotic interior. Not to say that he is like most killers -- Dexter goes after people who kill people, especially those he finds exceptionally disgusting. His emotional armor falters when he finds a child molester or any man who has done harm to children, whereas with adults he doesn’t let himself care as much, or he just doesn’t care. If children are in harm or have been harmed in any way, he makes sure to go out of his way to track down, hunt, watch, learn the person’s daily rituals, and kill them. The way he tracks down his prey is very planned out. He doesn’t do random killings -- he tracks down the murderer first, being absolutely sure that they have done what he thinks they have done, be it homicide or rape or both. His deceased father, Harry, taught him this code as a teenager, trying to control the monster inside of Dexter so he wouldn’t turn out like most serial killers. Harry seemed to succeed in his lessons, but after he died, Dexter had to figure the rest out on his own. He was left with a code and stuck to it. Never letting anyone besides his victims know who he really is.
He doesn’t anger often, if at all, and it is very rare to actually see him express emotions in general. He also rarely smiles, having trouble with actually expressing himself due to letting himself be “seen”. He can’t relax, ever, and if he does, it’s when he’s killing someone. It’s the only time when he can really show his true self, the self that has no mercy, has no shame, the self that has to kill in order to feed the monster living inside of him. Rita would disagree if she knew or if she had known -- she knew another side of Dexter: a softer, sweeter side that took care of his family and was sure to do his best at it no matter what. Rita felt as if Dexter loved her and Cody and Astor. If he could, congratulations Dexter, you’ve improved. Sadly, the idea that he can actually feel love is low. If someone gets Dexter angry, they are a special type of person. He knows how to control himself, only becoming violent in his imagination or to his victims. He exhibits this well when he uses his relaxed exterior to rile up a coworker, James Doakes (a skilled homicide detective that had it out for Dexter) in his Miami Metro office, headbutting him and and walking away quietly and calmly out of his office and into the main area with a smirk on his face, knowing that James would chase after him in a rage and most probably get himself fired for being violent. James was known for harassing Dexter, suspecting and obsessing over him for quite some time before investigating further, trying to prove that Dexter was the Bay Harbor Butcher -- a skilled serial killer who dumped his victims, chopped up in garbage bags, into the Harbor -- before getting captured by Dexter and locked in a shack where he was later killed. James was the only person on the force who didn’t like Dexter. Dexter hasn’t killed a coworker since.
At one point, he becomes too focused on killing and Rita suspects something of him. He lies to her, telling her that he’s addicting to heroin and agrees to go to a Narcotics Anonymous, meeting a woman named Lila who can see who he really is, but is also psychotic. Dexter, against his and his father’s better judgement, cheats on Rita with Lila. Rita finds out and their relationship ends, leaving Lila to teach him how to interact and pleasure women. Before he met Lila he struggled with romance, struggled with people in general, keeping a mask on at all times. The mask sticks to him like glue and since he doesn’t really ‘feel’ emotions like other normal people, he sometimes uses sunglasses to cover up his face, not letting others know that he has no empathy towards those who have died in and out of his line of work, not because he doesn’t want to, but he can’t. This is disproved, somehow, unless it is fake, while he shows his affection towards Rita, Cody, Astor and later, Harrison. He cares for them like a father, spoiling them with what he can because he grows to love them, if he can love, that is.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS:
He’s 100% human and the most successful serial killer in Miami.
He also practices martial arts, leaving him skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
He sees people for who they are if they have a ‘monster’ inside of them. i.e. if he sees someone watching kids with a weird vibe, he’ll track them down and kill them. He does a lot of people-watching, and working as a forensic blood spatter analysis also helps. Because he works with crime, he’s able to define someone who is homicidal by their murders. “Blood never lies” as he likes to say.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night
✧ MASK DESIGN: Plain, black, covers half of his upper face horizontally.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: His old apartment, before he moved in with Rita.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON:
[Nothing was worse than waking up into a dream world with no idea how you got there or what was going on after finding your wife and son bathed in blood. Everything was hazy, gone in a blast of white. His idea of life, of himself, was gone. He was gone.
Everything I feared, everything I worked for.
It had dispersed. He was stumbling towards someone, anyone, that could explain the situation. If he had any stamina left, it was to get information. It dropped him back into that room. The room that was draped with blood: blood on the ceilings, blood on the walls, blood on the floors. He was in white.
Every memory became cropped and horrible, vision blurred and having him blink to try and clear it. To make it go away.
To make everything go away. Why can’t he wake up...?
The collision with the cement woke him up a little bit, pain shooting up and down his body, but didn’t make the blurred vision go away, in fact, it made it worse. Head throbbing and now partially dripping with blood, blood everywhere, he tried to push himself up. Get up, come on. This can go away. I can get home and take care of everything.
Oh no.
Astor and Cody. They’re left alone. I never found them. Where were they? Did Trinity -- no, impossible. That would have been too fast. He’s not that fast. They’re fine.
With that small amount of reassurance, he loses consciousness, unable to cope with what was presented to him.]
✧ THIRD PERSON:
When he first entered the bathroom, he couldn’t believe what he saw. Not to say that he couldn’t see what was in front of him, but he didn’t want to see it. Born in blood. Just as he had been. Fear blossomed across his face, every inch of his body screaming at him to move. Move. Finally, he did, hurrying over to Harrison while trying not to slip on the blood that surrounded the crying infant. Everything inside him was filled with confusion and a sick knot that twisted into his gut as he cradled his child, doing everything to make him stop crying and failing to a miserable level. It seemed like the world slowed as he turned his head and realized what was in the bathtub. A limp, white-faced Rita.
He carefully placed Harrison down on the floor once more, crawling over to Rita, murmuring her name over and over, as if doing so would bring her back. He held her, not even noticing the blood that poured over the edge of the bathtub even more than it already had been as he moved her body closer to his. His insides were churning, he wasn’t used to this feeling. He’d worked so hard to get to the normal, friendly neighbor that his wife and children and coworkers could count on. He was Dexter Morgan, but right at that moment, he didn’t feel like any of those things. He had failed to protect what he cared for the most, if at all. He thought it was all work, all a cover-up to avoid being found out for what he really is. It was a cover-up, wasn’t it?
His breaths were weak, his mind numb. He could feel and not feel at the same thing. What have I done? He never thought he would be so protective, so emotional, over someone. His own son scared him as he glanced to the crying child. He was just as vulnerable as Dexter was as a young child, as vulnerable as he is now. Bathed in a red substance he would only remember in fractions as an adult, he was helpless. Would he become the monster that Dexter is today? The monster that Dexter grew up as? He would have to teach him everything he knew; everything Harry taught him.
Reluctantly, Dexter pulled away from Rita fluidly, still in a slow, painful and painless haze. He was broken. Gone. Stuck standing in the bathroom for a few long seconds before forcing himself to move forward once again. Picking up Harrison, he leaves the bathroom once and for all, unable to look back.