Post by Wyatt Matthew Dean on May 27, 2008 20:09:20 GMT -5
Name:
Wyatt Matthew Dean
Age:
24
Species:
Human!
Celeb:
Somerhalder, Ian
Personality:
Over past few years after finding out demons where real he’s become more shielded from the world. He doesn’t let people in easy in fear of losing them. He is good at thinking on his feet however if left to think too long he over think things and gets confused. He’s a guy after all
He hides everything with a smile and joke even if the joke is cheap. He isn’t one for letting his fear be shown. He likes to be in control of his self and his life.
Occupation:
He used to work in starbucks before the world turned to flames and no one needed a hot drink any more that is.
Now he goes from place to place he’s a wondera.
History:
Born in a small town of the east coast to Malki and James Dean.
He didn’t have what some would called the most giving of childhoods. His mother died when he was 6 leaving him beyond shaken yes he was only little but he grew a close attachment to his nanan.
He wasn’t the most popular guy in school for reason unknown to him they just really didn’t like him. It wasn’t that he was a near heck he wasn’t too smart really or that he was a bully at school he couldn’t kill a fly.
His farther tried his best to look after him to give him what he needed but it was hard for him. He lost his leg in the war in Iraq when Wyatt was 17 leaving Wyatt to try and help his farther the best he could He got a part time job he tried harder at school. He just wanted to make it easier for him.
Then like the kiss of death he found out his nana had died this killed him inside. Hurting him more then he could bear He shut his self off. His farther didn’t know what to do. He was dealing with his own regret and pain now he had to try and comfort his own sons.
Wyatt just stopped connecting with people. It wasn’t like he didn’t try not to he just couldn’t. He felt letting anyone in would just hurt him again when they have to go.
He left home at 18 just before the whole Doomed apocalypse begun. He tried to go back home but his home town was gone. Nothing more then fire. Death.
Wyatt turned into nothing more then a shell.
Over the years since that he had been trying to get by learning what he could about all this and how to protect him self and others if needed. He learned to hide his emotions to put up a mask. But not to love again.
He moved from town to town never really stopping until now.
Anything Else:
He doesn’t like cheese well mainly because I don’t but
Codeword:
[ADMIN EDIT]
RP Sample:
Bad Dream;;;
Sometimes you cant wake up from them...
He was falling; his heart beat not getting faster though it should have been. He was falling to his death. The wind smashing into his back as he just looked up at the sky the building blurring as he fell. His arms and legs didn’t move around much he wasn’t un comfy. He was pretty much at peace right now. His smile was still on his face. His eyes closing slowly because he knew that things would work out, that he wouldn’t get hurt. Everything happened for a reason. So he let him self fall. He had faith.
His heart slowly picked up pace a little. He was still falling. He opened his eyes to see his body was now facing the ground, he was falling closer. He wafted his arms in the air trying to some how stop him self. Until.
“Arghh!!” For the first time in years Tyler had a nightmare. It felt so real. He could still feel the air between his fingers. His whole body was sat up right sweat dripping from his face and onto his chest. His breathing was faster then normal. His cover was half on the bed half off showing half of his body. He laid back down looking up at his ceiling one hand at his side whilst the other one was flat on the top of his head.
“What was that?” He asked his self. The sun was seeping though the green blinds making light lines on his walls over his posters of old 90s horror movies. His pet rat was running around in its wheel making little noise was it did so. His bedroom window was open slightly letting fresh air in and old air out. He didn’t like smelly rooms.
His mind moved back to the dream. Why did he hit the ground? Why didn’t faith save him this time?
