Post by Dean Winchester Jr on Feb 13, 2014 16:13:01 GMT -5
Full Name: Dean Samuel Winchester Jr Nickname/Alias: DJ, Wheelz, Cupid Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Six | July - 28th - 2016 Race: Human Occupation: Transporter For Group | Ability Expert Species Group: 3rd Generation Deva/Hunter Play-By: Chris Evans
Plasma Manipulation - DJ can create, shape and manipulate plasma, a state of matter consisting of fully ionized gas of low density containing an approximately equal number of positive ions and electrons. It is important to note that although they are unbound, these particles are not ‘free’. When the charges move they generate electrical currents with magnetic fields, and as a result, they are affected by each other’s fields.
Create/generate/increase, shape and manipulate all forms of plasma, including fire, electricity, solar flares, and light.
Freezing by producing heat-absorbing plasma.
Release/use plasma to attacks of various shapes and/or intensities, either projected, used as a part of melee attacks, etc.
Produce a disruptive pulse which can scramble electronic systems, and create a hypnotic masking effect to disguise brain wave patterns from psychics whether it be it a life pulse, "EMP", or electronic radio wave.
Sexual Inducement - DJ can induce sexual arousal in others to make them lustful and crave sexual interaction by touch. This power may work with both genders, all sexual interests and people of any age. He is also able to change what people are attracted to and even take away all sexual desire period.
Telekinesis - DJ's telekinetic ability is almost on par with his Uncle Austin's. He has great force and control over what he can move with his mind but he cannot disintegrate things as Austin can.
Likes (At Least 3): ❤ Women ❤ Art ❤ Ice Cream ❤ Vehicles ❤ Planes/Helicopters ❤ Alcohol ❤ Making His Dad Proud
Dislikes (At Least 3): ✗ Emotional Intimacy ✗ Being Betrayed ✗ Vegan Food
Fears (At Least 2): ☬ Losing the people he cares about most; his family. ☬ Failing to protect someone.
Goals (At Least 1): ★ Stop/Kill Cyrus ★ Figure Out Why His Mother Is In A Coma And Find A Way To Wake Her Up ★ Keep His Loved Ones Alive And Safe No Matter What
DJ had things drilled into his head early on by his father. Family is the most important thing, hunting is the family business, and when Steven and MaryBeth were born; look after your little siblings. All of which DJ took to heart and made those things his way of life almost. Once he was old enough DJ began learning everything he could from his father, including things about hunting, cars, and even small things such as how to talk, walk, and get things done. In more ways than one DJ's role model was his father, he wanted to be just like him.
Another thing he inherited from his father is the will to never give up. He learned that no matter what there is a way out or a way to fix things, you just have to find it. His father taught him to never give up or feel like there is only the options you see in plain sight because if you want there to be another option then there is another option.
DJ, like his father, has a crazy sex drive... You'd think that it would be all he thinks about... It almost is. The sad thing with this is with the ability he has there is nothing stopping him from getting whoever he wants.
However, Dean was not the only person who had a big influence on DJ. When he got a little older he started to spend time with his Uncle Austin and learned a lot from the man. DJ learned to be more patient and obedient. Even though DJ was already very obedient with his father he became even more obedient, like a soldier and to his mother as well. He learned respect and even took on the same religious views of his Uncle.
Even though DJ had two men he took after greatly, DJ still had his own unique interests and talents. He loved art. DJ is very secretive about his art, hiding it from other's mostly because he doesn't think it's that great and he holds it close personal. He can draw, paint, and is even good with sculptures. Instead of a love for cars like his father and uncle seemed to have, DJ leaned towards the motorcycle more. They always fascinated him even though his mother didn't want him having one because they were dangerous.
Recently DJ has been very distant, spending time by himself as he either draws or paints. His art work is usually very dark and incorporate his feelings, using more black then usual. He rarely smiles anymore, the pain of losing some of his family on his mind most of the time. The only reason he hasn't taken drastic measures to fix things is because of MaryBeth and Steven. He truly wants to sell his soul to bring back his Dad because he knows that he's the only one who can save his Mom. His father always told him though...
Don't ever make a deal.
Positives (At Least 3): ✧ Loyal ✧ Patient ✧ Appreciative For Small Things
Negatives (At Least 3): ✦ Need For His Father's Approval ✦ Bold ✦ Addiction To Sex
Dean Winchester Jr was the first born to Dean and Bethany Winchester. He grew up with the protection of hunters and angels but that never meant he was never in danger. When he was 3 years old his little brother Steven was born and from there on out he was told he was to protect and look out for Steven. At 6 years old DJ had another little sibling, this time it was a girl and he name was MaryBeth. DJ took more of a liking to MaryBeth at first because she was a cute little baby girl and Steven had honestly annoyed him.
As he grew older his father started to do more and more with DJ, including teaching him about hunting. He learned how to protect himself and fight, how to work on cars (Impala was strictly off limits to practice on), and how to play sports. At the age of 8 DJ stole a beer from the fridge and went out to the garage to drink it... Unbeknownst to him that his father was under the car working on something. When he saw his father push out from underneath the black beauty DJ's eyes went wide and he hid the bottle behind his back. However it was too late and his father saw him but all he said was. "Get me one, would ya?" That was the first time DJ drunk alcohol.
Around 13 years old DJ was sent to stay with his uncle for a while... Well more to that story is his Mom was cleaning the house and found a bunch of dirty magazines in DJ's drawer along with some girl's panties. Along with that and DJ acting up, Beth was not having it. After his father gave a small approving smile and pat on the back because secretly he was proud (not of the acting up), he drove little DJ to his Uncle Austin's where he stayed for a lengthily amount of time.
DJ loved it at Austin's and actually thought he was really cool. Austin got the boy in church and DJ saw how much Austin believed and it made DJ believe too. When he came back home it was kind of awkward at first but things got back to normal fast. At the age of fourteen Dean's abilities began to surface and he was already in great control over them. It started with catching things on fire but then it became controlling electricity and making lights burn so bright they pop and then he started moving things with his mind...
DJ thought he was a badass and if he didn't think he could get more awesome his most prized ability surfaced. While flirting with a girl and touching the top of her hand lightly, she suddenly jumped on him and started grabbing at his clothes, in front of everyone in the skating rink they were at. The 17 year old quickly took the girl out of building and well... We can guess what happened.
Learning that he could control people's sexuality and sexual desires he began using that all the time on women, getting whoever he so pleased. It was at a bar, he was 19, and he was using a fake ID. DJ was sitting next to a pink haired woman who was just drinking away, and DJ saw her as an easy target. He slowly moved to go touch her hand and the woman quickly grabbed his hand, twisted it and pushed him up against the bar. She threatened if he tried to touch her again she would chop his hand off and shove it up his ass.... Well that's how he met his angel best friend, Revan believe it or not...
When his father and Uncle Sam were killed it devastated DJ to the point where he stopped hardly speaking. He turned cold and almost uncaring, he got to the point where when on a job he would do whatever to get it done and wouldn't care if someone got hurt. He spent most of his time alone and working on his art, quietly and secretly letting out any tears that threatened to fall. Other times he would just majorly destroy things, using his bare hands or abilities, it didn't matter. When his mother went into a coma he tried his best to wake her up and study lore but honestly... Deep down he felt that his mother chose not wake up. Not to wake up where she no longer had a husband... Where DJ and his siblings no longer had a father.
When the school was attacked DJ wiped out soldier after solider, mostly out of rage. When he made it to the lobby and the group suddenly appeared in the middle of some random woods, DJ almost seemed uncaring. He looked around, took in one breath of fresh air and all he could think about was his parents.
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
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