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Dean de Winters
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About You
Name: Talkback
Age: 17
Gender: male
RP Sample:
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Meg’s mouth worked up and down for a moment and then she whipped her head away from him. She didn’t want him to see the tears in her eyes that she blinked back fiercely.
It was funny. Meg had been feeling the same way, but suddenly with the words actually spoken—out loud—face to face, it was so much more real. Feelings could be pushed away, left behind, forgotten all to be dealt with at a later date. Lord knows Meg was good at that. But she had felt this coming but had ignored them hoping that if she ignored it, Jayden would ignore it and they could both continue on as they always had, but it wasn’t possible.
A lump formed in her throat or may be it had been there for a while, Meg couldn’t remember. She swallowed against it, trying to clear it away so that she could voice her feelings, tell Jayden that she agreed, but couldn’t seem to get her voice to work properly. If she spoke, her voice would break and she didn’t want that to happen. She wanted to remain strong. She wanted to remain strong and not cry with these last few moments with Jayden.
It had been silent for several moments. Meg swallowed again for good measure as she slowly turned her head back to face Jayden. She gently reached out to touch his face to assure him that it would be all right. “I-I understand, Jayden. I’ve felt the same way for a while as well. I’m glad we had what we did for awhile, but I guess it wasn’t built to last was it?” She stood and slowly started for the door. Keep your back straight and your head high, She lectured herself. She paused in her reach for the door handle. “I’ll miss you, Jayden,” she told him before exiting the room--and Jayden's life in one step.
“Cut!”
Tamara blinked and felt like she was waking up after a strangely vivid dream. There was no more Meg, there was no more Jayden. Instead the boy looking back at her through the door was only Jake Masters. Only, she might be one of the few women aged eight to thirty who would put the word only in front of the name. Oh, yes, he had the looks that made women go wild with excitement and want to throw lacey bits of underclothes at him, and even Tamara would admit that he was good looking. But too damn bad that Jake was well aware of it too.
Jake had caught her looking at him, no in the general area that he was occupying and a smirk spread across his well sculpted features. I’m the new James Dean, dotcha know? It seemed to say and Tamara rolled her eyes at him. Despite what many might like to think, Tamara didn’t dislike Jake. Sure he was annoying as hell at times, but he was fun to hang out with sometimes. He always had something interesting to do in between takes, but after spending God only knew how long with him on set, she had become completely immune to Jake’s good looks. Besides, he wasn’t nearly as good as he looked on camera. That was a fact. Right now, hidden under layers of makeup, was a huge pulsing zit that could easily be a Unicorn horn. Not that Tamara could say anything about that, she knew there was one dying to poke through on the bottom side of her chin.
But, he wasn’t perfect as people enjoyed saying he was. He was human, a good looking human, but still he wasn’t like some sort of Greek god. A P.A. had caught his attention now, but the conversation was coming to an end and he seemed to be turning his attention towards her, and she wasn’t much in the mood at the moment. Instead, she turned on her heel. This turned out to be a bad idea as she had somehow managed to forget the fact that today wardrobe had decided to put her in a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos, and while she could stand and even strut herself well enough in the thin four inch heels, turning on only one was neigh near impossible, and she landed firmly on her ass. She mumbled a bad word under her breath. “I’m fine!” she yelled before anyone could rush over to help. “Stupid shoes.”
They weren’t even cute shoes. No, they were a terrible yellow color that was the same exact shade of pee and they had pointy toes, and though, they were back in style, she would never ever, ever see why they’d come back. They were awkward looking and elongated the foot and not to mention she had never met a pair that were comfortable because they tended to rub the sides of the big toe and the pinky toe.
She took her frustrations out on the buckle and contented herself with mumbling dire threats against Jimmy Choo and the wardrobe department.
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Your Character
Name: Dean de Winters
Age: 28
Gender: male
Income Tier: Upper Class (I)
Profession: American Football Player
Celebrity: Jensen Ackles
Personality: Dean has a blunt and open honesty with a slight teasing undertone that lets him get away with saying a lot. Some may think that he’s an arrogant jackass, which he is to an extent. Dean has little shame. He says what needs to be said or just what he wants to say. If you have a problem with it, suck it up.
He’s a leader, quick to take charge when he think it needed. Oddly or maybe not oddly, Dean has some issues with authority. He tends to simply disregard it, but he will sometimes question in it face to face or make a snide comment if at all possible. Occasionally someone manages to muscles his/her way past him and he will defer to them if he thinks he ought to. Not that that happens often, he can count on one hand everyone that has managed it.
He’s easy to get along with and is the sort of person that most people do enjoy hanging out with and talking to as he is an amusing conservationist and ready to do pretty much anything. But there’s a difference, a big difference, between hanging out and knowing him. He doesn’t open to just anyone and it takes a good while before someone can get past his barriers.
Dean’s definitely has an acute case of BBS (Big Brother Syndrome). Anything that is younger/weaker/needs to be protected is liable to fall prey to it in some way shape or form. Although few people actually get the full emotional connection as stated before he isn’t really into anything involving emotions, but for those few people he’s managed to forge that sort of bond with, he’s loyal nearly disturbingly so. Despite being betrayed and kicked away, Dean will always be back to help a friend who needs it. There’s no questions asked. He’ll simply pick them up, dust them off, and set them back on their feet and no more needs to be said. Because those he cares about are so few and far between, they’re number one in his book. He’ll do pretty much anything for them. If you think this means, that Dean is blind to others’ faults you’d be far from correct. Dean notices people’s character flaws and just sort of accepts them with a sigh. There’s not much else you can do about it, right? Dean does have something of a temper when the right buttons are pushed and he’s not afraid to push back and he knows how to kick where it hurts.
Appearance:Dean is an all over big guy. Over the course of his teenaged years, he sprouted up to the impressive height of six feet one inch and his adolescent, especially, his post adolescent years saw him gain quite a bit of muscle mass to his already athletic build. The end result is a somewhat intimidating example of form. He has large appendages (pull your mind out of the gutter, s’il vous plait), big hands roughened from blue collar work and big feet that are nearly impossible to find shoes that fit. This annoyance—along with other influences—have turned him into avid barefooter and his feet are just as heavily callused as his hands if not more so.
He has strong, chiseled features that are usually splashed on the covers of trashy, western romance novels. Not that they’re completely perfect, his nose is somewhat crooked from taking a dive into turf when he was playing football. It’s not completely obvious until you view him from the side most of the time. His strong jaw line is usually covered in stubble as he’s not a fan of shaving because no man is a fan of shaving. Also, quite frankly, he finds there no reason to keep his face baby-bottom smooth at the moment.
His deep-set hazel eyes are already prematurely lined with crow’s feet, but they are, as of yet, are still faint and only noticeable when you move closer to his face than he’s likely to allow you to get. He’s in need of a pair of reading glasses as he’s just enough far sighted for the optometrist to hand him over a pair, but he doesn’t use them. He can just as easily move whatever it is he’s reading farther away from his face. Another notable feature is his mouth as it is one of the three focal points of the face. His lips are of the sort that tend to be seen in ‘after’ picture for collagen commercials. They’re naturally pursed.
If you want to call Dean’s style, you can, but style has a connotation that there’s some sort of thought that went into it while Dean doesn’t. His clothes were bought by his wife years ago who had the sense to buy well-made clothes that wouldn’t go out of fashion. Not that that really matters now . . .
History: It was a typically Pennsylvanian January day . . . that is it was freezing cold, snowing, and people hadn’t seen the sun since Thanksgiving. Very typical day, and because it was a typical day it had typical chores that needed to be done like washing the floor, which is what Sharon happened to be doing that day, despite her husband’s attempts to persuade her otherwise. Sharon was not a wilting flower, and washing the floor made her back feel better.
That day, which was January 24th if you were wondering, however, washing the floor turned out to be somewhat perplexing as there was water on the floor where Sharon would have sworn that she had already mopped it up. Okay, wait, that wasn’t water that was embryonic fluid. Ew. Her water had broken.
She called her husband, Peter, who rushed her to the hospital, and the doctor asked her how far apart the contractions were.
“The what?”
“The pain.”
“What pain?”
About two hours and no contractions later, Dean was born, a screaming healthy baby boy, and he led a normal happy infancy where he learned to walk and talk and important motor skills. Dean was four years old when he met his little sister Molly, and Dean immediately became her protector. Despite the overwhelming need to keep her safe from harm, the two were never really close emotionally. Dean, busy body older brother, made it a point to stick his nose in her business whenever possible, but they weren’t really close or anything.
Molly’s birth caused a strain in Peter and Sharon’s relationship. Money had been tight. Money had always been tight. Sharon had quit her job to become a stay at home Mom and Peter’s job as manager at a grocery store had never been exactly lucrative. The strain eventually caused the two to divorce, and after a few months, Sharon moved back in with her mother who was more than happy to lend a hand with her grandchildren.
Sharon returned to work as a real estate agent, and the family was comfortable enough. Peter moved out of state not long afterwards. He’d always disliked Pennsylvania with it’s long winters and nonstop road construction and he had soon moved to the new sunshine belt of South Carolina where he had little contact with his children other than during the summer when Molly and Dean were compelled to spend three weeks of their summer vacation with him.
Dean grew up with a single working mother and a little sister. He spent a good deal of the time being watched by his grandmother and helping watch his younger sister. He was a good older brother and mostly a good kid. If at a young age, he was more likely to solve problems with his fist rather than his mouth and he certainly wasn’t above causing trouble when he wanted to. They weren’t a nuclear family, true, but they were a happy family nonetheless.
His grandmother, however, growing older was growing more exasperated by her grandson and she soon decided that she had to take some sort of action. Dean needed an outlet for all of his energy, and she fastened onto the first thing that came her way: peewee football, which even as a kid, it turned out he excelled in it. He continued on with football through the rest of his elementary school days, and was easily picked up for the middle school, and high school teams, and as soon as he figured out the way that scholarship worked, he set his sights on a football scholarship.
Jock and all around fun guy that he is, Dean was popular in school. He kept A and B’s throughout his subject though he didn’t make any great effort to keep them up. It would probably explain his C’s straight since he started Algebra II. But then again, he was smart enough and great enough on the football field that it didn’t really matter.
It was his junior year that he met sophomore Rayya Delacroix. She was a new student, quite surprising as no one new moved to their small town, and the two got to know each other on bus rides to and from the games as she was part of the cheer squad, and it wasn’t long before the two were an item and would continue their relationship through high school. He had a slew of offers by the time he was a senior and he signed on at Pitt, and where it became apparent that if he so chose he could easily become part of the NFL.
Apparently, Dean so chose and he was easily one of the most talked about players as the draft approached. He was picked up with a team.
The sports world was happily chattering about the rookie who got an early chance to prove himself in the field when the quarterback was the victim of a slightly too forceful tackle that effectively gave him the rest of Monday night (and a few other nights) off, and Dean managed to surpass anyone’s dream. Sure, they didn’t win. He’d been put in after halftime and the other team had many, many more points, but it had been an extremely close loss. Morale lifted and soon ESPN and Sports casters nation wide was singing his praises. He became a first string player before very long, and Dean enjoyed playing like few other things in life.
When he was twenty-five, he asked Rayya to marry him. They’d been together for a while at that point as neither seemed to be going anywhere else without the other, it seemed like the next natural step to make. The two of them married in a quiet ceremony with friends and family only in attendance. All paparazzi would have to wait outside for the day, thankyouverymuch.
Oh, marital bliss. The two would get to experience it for a little more than eighteen months. The two were planning on going to see Dean’s sister (remember her?) who had moved to Southern California, specifically UCLA as she worked on her master’s degree in history but Rayya soon came down with a gripping case of the flu, so Dean attempted to kiss his sick wife goodbye and boarded the plane all by his lonesome.
It was well publicized event, and Dean decided that he wasn’t too fond of Los Angeles after about twenty-four hours in the place, but he spent the rest of the week catching up with Molly and glaring at her boyfriend as was his way. At the end of the week, he bid his sister a fond farewell and headed back home. He knew something else was up when his best friend met him at the airport instead of Ray. As it turned out, an enterprising burglar had learned of the trip the two were planning and decided that it would an excellent time to get a few valuable objects from the star’s home. He was unaware that Ray had stayed home, and things had gone downhill from there as the police had found her body. COD was given as blunt force trauma.
Dean struggled through the next few months. His contract came up for renewal and he chose not to, saying that he was taking some time off for a while. He had to get his life back together before he could play ball again. Looking back, he wonders if that was the best idea because without football there wasn’t much to do except . . . mope around the house. He was quite good at moping around and brooding and thinking emo thoughts when Molly showed up at his house, and she said that he wasn’t going to sulk any longer. He was getting out his house whether he liked it or not. Molly slowly forced Dean back into the world of the living. She was wasting her spring break on him after all. Dean did adjust a little over the next few months, but not enough to Molly’s satisfaction. She was in the habit of going through boyfriends like Kleenexes. She left when spring break was over and returned to comment on Dean’s progress in the recovery. She decided that the best way was to make Dean do something fun and then she left a stack of brochures on the coffee table.
. . . A cruise might be fun, right?
Erm, sort of
How did he get from the ship to the island?: The cruise was going all right. It was okay. In retrospect, Dean should have dragged Molly with him, so he would have had at least someone he knew with him, but alas, hindsight’s not able to really be acted upon. There was a huge gala/formal, whatever, something that Dean wasn’t exactly interested in under most circumstances, so he decided to skip it and instead curled up in his room with a cheap mystery novel that he’d picked up at the airport. He dozed off in the middle of a page and awoke an hour or so later when he was unceremoniously tossed out of bed.
Groggily he pushed himself up and put some clothes in an attempt to find out what happened. He noticed something. His floor was wet and by association with it. He might not be a swift thinker when first awoke, but he was smart enough to realize that this was not a good sign. He got to his feet as more water filtered in under his door. It was up his waist by the time he finally forced his door open and was discharged into the cold sea where he really wished that he had had more swimming lessons as a child but he eventually managed to make it to shore.
Have you read Filling Out Your Application?: Yes
Who wrote it?: Lille
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« Reply #1 on Aug 22, 2007, 9:12am » | |
You're fired!
Just kidding.
Can you make these two sentence into four sentences so they aren't run-ons?
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Quote:| Anything that is younger/weaker/needs to be protected is liable to fall prey to it in some way shape or form although few people actually get the full emotional connection as stated before he isnt really into anything involving emotions, but for those few people hes managed to forge that sort of bond with, hes loyal nearly disturbingly so. |
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Otherwise, I approve! I can honestly say I'm thrilled that Dean is finally seeing the light of day.
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i love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue
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« Reply #2 on Aug 22, 2007, 6:00pm » | |
His history makes me sad!  Poor Dean *snuggles him*
Approved by me, too 
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« Reply #3 on Aug 23, 2007, 6:00pm » | |
Upperclass would be Tier I. 
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Dean de Winters
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« Reply #4 on Sept 2, 2007, 10:50pm » | |
Fixed it up finally.
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« Reply #5 on Sept 2, 2007, 10:52pm » | |
Approved!
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