Post by flameh on Aug 21, 2010 0:00:14 GMT -5
[/size]Desired name : Dean VanHalen
Gender : Male
Age : 18
Relations : Student at William McKinley High School
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)★P ★ E ★ R ★ S ★ O★ N ★ A ★ L ★ I ★ T ★ Y★
Dean VanHalen is a complex individual. Most people at first glance peg him as tough, angry and mean. When they talk to him, he often comes off as pushy, obnoxious and very close minded. It's true he is tough, can be tempermental and obnoxious, but he's also compassionate, strong and protective. He can be rather selfish when it comes to certain things, like pie. Family is also important to him, he values it more than anything. He will do anything when it comes to his younger brother, he has gotten into his share of fights over comments made to/about Sam.
Appearance
play by ; Jensen Ackles
residence ; A small and simple house sits upon a small plot of land. The exterior is covered in bricks. A red door marks the entrance to the home. A garage is attached that houses Dean's precious car. A small patch of grass makes up the front lawn. A small garden sits on the edge of the porch. The inside has 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room.
town ; Lima
H. I. S. T, O. R. Y.
Hey, the names Dean and I have a story to tell. When i was about 4 there was a terrible fire at my house. My mom was sadly caught in it and my brother, Sam who was about 1 at the time was lucky to have made it out. I remember carrying him out while our dad tried to save our mom. A few years later my dad became increasingly more absent which meant I took on the responsilbilty of taking care of Sam. I had no time for a childhood, I had to balance school and taking care of Sammy. When Sam was about 9 I had to explain that Daddy couldn't always be there. I completely lost all shreds of my innocence at 14 when my dad was killed in a car accident. I had to get a job, go to school, and take care of Sammy. Now its my last year of school and I have to watch Sammy all the time, trouble tends to gravitate to him.
Hey, the names Dean and I have a story to tell. When i was about 4 there was a terrible fire at my house. My mom was sadly caught in it and my brother, Sam who was about 1 at the time was lucky to have made it out. I remember carrying him out while our dad tried to save our mom. A few years later my dad became increasingly more absent which meant I took on the responsilbilty of taking care of Sam. I had no time for a childhood, I had to balance school and taking care of Sammy. When Sam was about 9 I had to explain that Daddy couldn't always be there. I completely lost all shreds of my innocence at 14 when my dad was killed in a car accident. I had to get a job, go to school, and take care of Sammy. Now its my last year of school and I have to watch Sammy all the time, trouble tends to gravitate to him.
Sample:
A loud insisting buzzing could be heard echoing through the small room. Dean reached his arm out of his sleep warm cacoon and smacked the alarm. Turning back the covers he threw his legs over the edge and stretched. A yawn escaped as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom quietly. He quickly combed his hair and styled it. He moved back to his room in the quiet house. He opened his dresser and selected a pair of his old jeans and a black t-shirt. He slowly slunk down the creaky stairs and into the kitchen. He had to start breakfast because Sammy would be awake soon. As if on cue, sleep heavy footsteps could be heard upstairs. He went to the fridge and pulled out some eggs before grabbing a pan. He put the pan on the stove to heat up, while he grabbed some bread and threw it in the toaster. He quickly made some scrambled eggs before placing them on two plates with toast. Just as he was placing the plates on the table Sam walked in. They talked a little while they ate. He cleared the table when they were finished. He heard Sammy's tell talle whine of 'Dean, hurry up.' He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his leather jacket and the keys to his '67 Chevy Impala before heading to school.
A loud insisting buzzing could be heard echoing through the small room. Dean reached his arm out of his sleep warm cacoon and smacked the alarm. Turning back the covers he threw his legs over the edge and stretched. A yawn escaped as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom quietly. He quickly combed his hair and styled it. He moved back to his room in the quiet house. He opened his dresser and selected a pair of his old jeans and a black t-shirt. He slowly slunk down the creaky stairs and into the kitchen. He had to start breakfast because Sammy would be awake soon. As if on cue, sleep heavy footsteps could be heard upstairs. He went to the fridge and pulled out some eggs before grabbing a pan. He put the pan on the stove to heat up, while he grabbed some bread and threw it in the toaster. He quickly made some scrambled eggs before placing them on two plates with toast. Just as he was placing the plates on the table Sam walked in. They talked a little while they ate. He cleared the table when they were finished. He heard Sammy's tell talle whine of 'Dean, hurry up.' He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his leather jacket and the keys to his '67 Chevy Impala before heading to school.
P i c t u r e? : OPTIONAL
anything else? : Thundie's Awesome. && Sam VanHalen is up for adoption, PM me for details.
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