Post by nu on Oct 14, 2010 5:43:03 GMT -5
Character Name: Dean Andrew Wallace
Nickname: Cave Boy
Age: 16
Birthday: 7th May
Place of birth: Boringly, Las Vegas
Grade: Sophomore
Height: 5'9"
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Light brown
Detailed Appearance: Dean is scruffy. That's pretty much the one thing people can say certainly about his appearance. He adopts the native wear of whatever land his travels take him to. Ever since he was a kid, he's never been too comfortable just in jeans and t-shirt and don't even get him in a suit or an ironed shirt. But his dad promised him a lifetime of his own adventures if only he would just blend in and clean up his entire wardrobe.
So begrudgingly, now his style includes denim jackets, dark jeans, printed tees and he's even invested in a comb although he always manages to mess his hair up by the end of the day so the comb is pretty much useless but it doesn't mean he's not trying. He's now working on retiring his dirty sandals for socks and sneakers. Trying anyway.
Personality: As his look suggests, Dean is pretty innocent in every aspect of the word. He's never been heartbroken, he's never been in love, he's never been exposed to the television, radio or any medium pertaining to anything he doesn't already learn from his travels. He is definitely not tech savvy and depends on snail mail and land lines to communicate with whomever he needs to communicate with.
He is fiercely independent though, able to fend for himself literally in the wild without so much as a flinch. He's very intellectual, learning from several elements which school books don't really provide. He practices what he preaches and won't back down in a fight for justice, in his mind at least. He 'provides services' to the 'lesser muscularly advantageous' and will always watch his friends' backs. He's loyal and unassuming.
Always one to whet his voracious appetite for knowledge, he always questions what he doesn't know and won't settle for anything lesser than the truth. He doesn't judge people by appearance and he goes by the saying 'innocent until proven guilty'. Dean is sweet and is easy with his smiles and laughter. He doesn't mind being the butt of jokes since he learnt how to laugh at himself at a really young age.
Given that he's never been surrounded by anything normal, he might show off as being socially awkward with a penchant for blabbering rather useless information or little 'fun facts' or trivia about something rather tangent to the matter at hand. He's honestly trying for normal but whether he's succeeding or not, it's open for interpretation.
Thoughts On High School: He's never been to one prior to this enrollment so he's pretty frightened of being around people who know more about Jennifer Lopez than they know who J. Edgar Hoover is.
Town Area:
Job: He's trying for an assistant to a veterinarian
Transportation: His father drives a Jeep
Family Background: Dad - Derek Wallace - Anthropologist
Mom - Leah Kendall - Actuary
History: It wasn't love at first sight for Derek and Leah but you know what they say, there's a fine line between love and hate and they somehow crossed it together at the same time. It resulted in a short lived marriage and a son whom both love dearly. They mutually agreed on an amicable separation with Derek being the sole custodian simply because with Leah's compact schedule, she might not be able to raise Dean properly.
Derek managed to bring Dean up in an environment he thought was pretty natural and even though they moved a lot, Dean grew up pretty normally. So Derek was none too worried. He's never let Dean out of his sight though so their bond was pretty unbreakable. Dean always visits his mother and they built quite a rapport with each other but not the kind Dean has with his father.
When Derek was called down to Los Angeles for a teaching position at a prestigious university, he couldn't turn it down. It paid good money, it had stable hours and it was on solid ground and in a place rich with culture and diversity and he hopes it would do Dean some good to interact with kids his own age so off they went to LA.
Class Schedule: Typing, Physical Science, Art, Home Economics, Spanish, World Literature
Attendance Length: New New New
After School Activities: Basketball, Fencing, Marching Band
Likes: Asking questions, meeting new people, learning new cultures, being close to nature, animals, messing around with his dad, playing soccer with his dad, hanging out with his dad, bees, listening to good music, egg sandwiches.
Dislikes: Animal brutality, invasion of privacy, confined spaces, paper cuts, bananas, watermelons, oil spills, genderising anything, metal on metal scrapes, writing on a chalkboard.
Other Information: Dean speaks seven different languages fluently and a few others conversationally.
Face Claim: Josh Hutcherson
Player: Nu
Writing Sample: Dean's heart was thumping as his left foot crossed over his right. The grip he had on his bamboo sword tightened as his opponent had a look that screamed attack as he moved to inch closer to Dean. The hall was eerily silent as the two kendoka sized each other up, their makeshift swords close to their bodies.
The protective body and head gear usually did nothing against the blows Dean knew were sure to find its way on his body but he was quite glad his opponent couldn't see how scared he actually was. Sure it was just a tournament but the way Dean saw it, if his opponent won, Dean was definitely never going to be able to show his face at the dojo again.
Dean made sure not to make the next move and just as the previous look indicated, attack came swift and sudden and the first blow on Dean's shoulder made stars dance in Dean's eyes and the boy got the wind knocked out of him for a second. He shook his head once before raising his shinai once more, ready for an attack of his own.
Three consecutive blows on the neck, the back of one knee and the arm brought Dean's opponent down but not for long. He was up and running just seconds after dropping to the floor and Dean could tell his opponent was animalistically furious at being upped even by the slightest.
Dean took deep breaths to calm himself but it just resulted into even more shallow breaths until he decided to just screw with breathing and attack as well. Running towards his opponent, Dean feigned a jump, leaving his opponent's stomach completely unprotected before he jabbed the end of his shinai into his opponent's chest, causing him to stumble backwards with a loud oof before landing on his butt and sliding back.
He wasn't entirely sure if his opponent was down or not but his hand was raised and thunderous claps were heard and he took off his head gear just as his opponent did. Long dark hair spilled out and framed the angry face of his classmate Ryu Naoko as she was comforted by her trainer. Dean bit his lower lip, wondering if he should go over to her and what...apologise?
He threw his head gear down on the floor and crossed the mats over to her side and patted her shoulder. She turned and her frown deepened. "You have proven your point, Dean-sama. We have nothing more to say." She spoke softly in her native tongue. Dean sighed. "You're a formidable opponent, Nao-chan. You have to believe me." He replied in Japanese as well.
Dean could see Naoko softening but she immediately covered it up with a scowl. "We'll see in the next tournament who's more formidable." She gathered her things and walked off, leaving Dean scratching the back of his head.
Nickname: Cave Boy
Age: 16
Birthday: 7th May
Place of birth: Boringly, Las Vegas
Grade: Sophomore
Height: 5'9"
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Light brown
Detailed Appearance: Dean is scruffy. That's pretty much the one thing people can say certainly about his appearance. He adopts the native wear of whatever land his travels take him to. Ever since he was a kid, he's never been too comfortable just in jeans and t-shirt and don't even get him in a suit or an ironed shirt. But his dad promised him a lifetime of his own adventures if only he would just blend in and clean up his entire wardrobe.
So begrudgingly, now his style includes denim jackets, dark jeans, printed tees and he's even invested in a comb although he always manages to mess his hair up by the end of the day so the comb is pretty much useless but it doesn't mean he's not trying. He's now working on retiring his dirty sandals for socks and sneakers. Trying anyway.
Personality: As his look suggests, Dean is pretty innocent in every aspect of the word. He's never been heartbroken, he's never been in love, he's never been exposed to the television, radio or any medium pertaining to anything he doesn't already learn from his travels. He is definitely not tech savvy and depends on snail mail and land lines to communicate with whomever he needs to communicate with.
He is fiercely independent though, able to fend for himself literally in the wild without so much as a flinch. He's very intellectual, learning from several elements which school books don't really provide. He practices what he preaches and won't back down in a fight for justice, in his mind at least. He 'provides services' to the 'lesser muscularly advantageous' and will always watch his friends' backs. He's loyal and unassuming.
Always one to whet his voracious appetite for knowledge, he always questions what he doesn't know and won't settle for anything lesser than the truth. He doesn't judge people by appearance and he goes by the saying 'innocent until proven guilty'. Dean is sweet and is easy with his smiles and laughter. He doesn't mind being the butt of jokes since he learnt how to laugh at himself at a really young age.
Given that he's never been surrounded by anything normal, he might show off as being socially awkward with a penchant for blabbering rather useless information or little 'fun facts' or trivia about something rather tangent to the matter at hand. He's honestly trying for normal but whether he's succeeding or not, it's open for interpretation.
Thoughts On High School: He's never been to one prior to this enrollment so he's pretty frightened of being around people who know more about Jennifer Lopez than they know who J. Edgar Hoover is.
Town Area:
Job: He's trying for an assistant to a veterinarian
Transportation: His father drives a Jeep
Family Background: Dad - Derek Wallace - Anthropologist
Mom - Leah Kendall - Actuary
History: It wasn't love at first sight for Derek and Leah but you know what they say, there's a fine line between love and hate and they somehow crossed it together at the same time. It resulted in a short lived marriage and a son whom both love dearly. They mutually agreed on an amicable separation with Derek being the sole custodian simply because with Leah's compact schedule, she might not be able to raise Dean properly.
Derek managed to bring Dean up in an environment he thought was pretty natural and even though they moved a lot, Dean grew up pretty normally. So Derek was none too worried. He's never let Dean out of his sight though so their bond was pretty unbreakable. Dean always visits his mother and they built quite a rapport with each other but not the kind Dean has with his father.
When Derek was called down to Los Angeles for a teaching position at a prestigious university, he couldn't turn it down. It paid good money, it had stable hours and it was on solid ground and in a place rich with culture and diversity and he hopes it would do Dean some good to interact with kids his own age so off they went to LA.
Class Schedule: Typing, Physical Science, Art, Home Economics, Spanish, World Literature
Attendance Length: New New New
After School Activities: Basketball, Fencing, Marching Band
Likes: Asking questions, meeting new people, learning new cultures, being close to nature, animals, messing around with his dad, playing soccer with his dad, hanging out with his dad, bees, listening to good music, egg sandwiches.
Dislikes: Animal brutality, invasion of privacy, confined spaces, paper cuts, bananas, watermelons, oil spills, genderising anything, metal on metal scrapes, writing on a chalkboard.
Other Information: Dean speaks seven different languages fluently and a few others conversationally.
Face Claim: Josh Hutcherson
Player: Nu
Writing Sample: Dean's heart was thumping as his left foot crossed over his right. The grip he had on his bamboo sword tightened as his opponent had a look that screamed attack as he moved to inch closer to Dean. The hall was eerily silent as the two kendoka sized each other up, their makeshift swords close to their bodies.
The protective body and head gear usually did nothing against the blows Dean knew were sure to find its way on his body but he was quite glad his opponent couldn't see how scared he actually was. Sure it was just a tournament but the way Dean saw it, if his opponent won, Dean was definitely never going to be able to show his face at the dojo again.
Dean made sure not to make the next move and just as the previous look indicated, attack came swift and sudden and the first blow on Dean's shoulder made stars dance in Dean's eyes and the boy got the wind knocked out of him for a second. He shook his head once before raising his shinai once more, ready for an attack of his own.
Three consecutive blows on the neck, the back of one knee and the arm brought Dean's opponent down but not for long. He was up and running just seconds after dropping to the floor and Dean could tell his opponent was animalistically furious at being upped even by the slightest.
Dean took deep breaths to calm himself but it just resulted into even more shallow breaths until he decided to just screw with breathing and attack as well. Running towards his opponent, Dean feigned a jump, leaving his opponent's stomach completely unprotected before he jabbed the end of his shinai into his opponent's chest, causing him to stumble backwards with a loud oof before landing on his butt and sliding back.
He wasn't entirely sure if his opponent was down or not but his hand was raised and thunderous claps were heard and he took off his head gear just as his opponent did. Long dark hair spilled out and framed the angry face of his classmate Ryu Naoko as she was comforted by her trainer. Dean bit his lower lip, wondering if he should go over to her and what...apologise?
He threw his head gear down on the floor and crossed the mats over to her side and patted her shoulder. She turned and her frown deepened. "You have proven your point, Dean-sama. We have nothing more to say." She spoke softly in her native tongue. Dean sighed. "You're a formidable opponent, Nao-chan. You have to believe me." He replied in Japanese as well.
Dean could see Naoko softening but she immediately covered it up with a scowl. "We'll see in the next tournament who's more formidable." She gathered her things and walked off, leaving Dean scratching the back of his head.
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