"They say I wouldn't last a day in the real world, I say you wouldn't last a night in mine."
BACK TO THE BASICS.
Full name: Dean Mars
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Birth Date: December 5th
Nationality: British
Sexual Preference: Men
HOW DO YOU LOOK?
Height: 5'4"
Scars: A long gash on his upper arm, which is now just a thin, pink line trailing down his bicep. Above his right eye is a small pink line caused by his drunken father, but he uses his hair to cover it.
Tattoos: Multiple. x & he has a smiley on his left knee, and another on his right, but it says "WTF" underneath it.
Piercings: Two on his lips, both on the left side. [ spider bites ] x
Appearance: Dean is short, skinny, long-limbed, and overall awkward looking. The outline of his ribs is visible without a shirt, and you can see his spine even with a shirt on when he bends. He often keeps his longish brown hair straightened, though when it gets wet it goes curly and messy again.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Personality: Dean does not feel nervous in social situations, and has a good impression of what others think of him. He likes to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. He is usually the leader in group activities. He prefers dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. He regards intellectual exercises as a waste of his time. He finds helping other people genuinely rewarding and is generally willing to assist those who are in need. He also finds that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice, however he does not enjoy confrontation, but will stand up for himself or push his point if he feels it is important. He has strong will-power and is able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks.
He is a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some. He rarely gets angry and it takes a lot to make him angry. Mostly his emotions are on an even keel and he does not get depressed easily. He does not feel nervous in social situations, and has a good impression of what others think of him. He is poised, confident, and clear-thinking when stressed.
He genuinely likes other people and will openly demonstrate positive feelings toward others. He makes friends quickly and it is easy for him to form close, intimate relationships. He finds the company of others pleasantly stimulating and rewarding, and enjoys the excitement that crowds provide. He likes to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. He is usually the leader in group activities. He leads a fast-paced and busy life. He moves about quickly, energetically, and vigorously and is always involved in many activities. He loves the bright lights and hustle and bustle. He takes risks, and he seeks thrills.
He is a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. Dean is reasonably interested in the arts, but mostly interested in just music. He has good access to and awareness of his own feelings. Always eager to try new activities, travel, and experience different things. Finding familiarity and routine boring, he will take a new route home just because it is different. Often he exhibits a readiness to challenge authority, convention, and traditional values. He also feels a certain degree of hostility toward rules and perhaps even enjoy ambiguity.
He naturally assumes that most people are fair, honest, and have good intentions. He sees no need for pretense or manipulation when dealing with others and are therefore candid, frank and sincere. People find it relatively easy to relate to him. He does not like to claim that he is better than other people, and is generally shy from talking himself up. He is tenderhearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity.
He believes that he has the intelligence, common sense, drive, and self-control necessary for achieving success. In general he tends to be disorganized and scattered. His sense of duty and obligation is average and although he is mostly responsible, he can sometimes be unreliable. He often says or does the first thing that comes to mind without deliberating alternatives and the probable consequences of those alternatives.
Likes: Jokes, music, his car, soccer, watching the football guys, Boy Four.
Dislikes: Seriousness, synthesized music, boy bands, Boy Four's girlfriend, cheerleaders in general, bullies, homo phobics.
Goals: Coming out, growing up, telling Boy Four of his crush on him.
Fears: Coming out, telling Boy Four of his crush on him, being rejected, the dark, someone finding out his mothers death was his fault, water, storms.
Hobbies: Playing soccer and working on his car, which is one of his favorite things to do, even if it isn't broken.
WHAT HAPPENED THAT MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE TODAY?
Relationship Background: Dean has never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before, the only reason that his lips aren't virgins was from a dare at a party. In seventh grade he was dared to kiss his best friend, and when he did his best friend kissed him back. The thing was, his best friend didn't even know about the dare. Of course this freaked him out, and won't admit that he's gay. Especially since he's in love with his other best friend.
Family: Samuel Mars, his father. Dean's mother, Janine, has been dead since his seventh birthday, when she died on a trip out to get eggnog because Dean demanded to have it on his birthday, and they were out.
Spoken Languages: English and some Spanish.
ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO SHARE?
Sample Post: x
Untitled by Simple Plan
I open my eyes
I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light
I can’t remember how
I can’t remember why
I’m lying here tonight
And I can’t stand the pain
And I can’t make it go away
No I can’t stand the pain
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
Everybody’s screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I’m slipping off the edge
I’m hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can’t explain what happened
And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done
No I can’t
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me