Dean Mason
Apr 16, 2011 18:21:05 GMT -5
Post by Dean Mason on Apr 16, 2011 18:21:05 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Lily
AGE
18
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Dean Gregory Mason
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen/Freshman
GENDER
Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Drew Roy
PERSONALITY
Dean likes having the attention on himself, but as much as he enjoys it, he doesn’t mind shining it on other people which was something he learned when his baby sister was born. He’s a people person, finding enjoyment in being surrounded by a group of close friends. Although, he comes from money he doesn’t let that fact get to his head. His parents taught him to respect everyone and anyone, no matter who they were, which had been the reason why he was sent to a public school during his younger years. He is a nice guy, but can also be a bit of an instigator, usually being the messenger or the one who spread around the rumor of one person or the other, but he doesn’t do it on person or anything. Growing up with a mother who gossiped constantly to her girl friends and a father who was a lawyer, it was pretty easy to see where he got it from. It gets slightly easy for him to get worked up over something, but as quickly as his temper grows, it’s out of him in a matter of seconds once he focuses on something to vent his anger out on.
When it comes to school, that is the one area that doesn’t come easy for Dean. He envies those individuals who are able to ace tests and classes without doing much studying. He, on the other hand, well… it takes a bit longer for him to comprehend certain things especially math and science. Anything that deals with equations and numbers or figuring what chemical effects another chemical isn’t something that he really gets. History and English he understands, languages, he’s a born natural, but math and science… they would be the death of him. So, for those subjects, despite how hard it is, he makes time to study at least an hour each day ‘in silence] - music or noise tend to distract him very easily. Music is the only thing that can hold his entire attention. At the start of eight years old, it started out as more of childish selfishness when he saw the guitar at the local music shop, but now it was a passion. He didn’t know what his dreams were exactly, but he hoped it had something do with music.
The opposite sex is a very confusing topic for him. Growing up with a younger sister was one thing, but figuring out the mind of a teenage girl was a puzzle. Sure, he had plenty of friends who were girls. That wasn’t a problem for him and of course, he found them rather good to look at. After his first crush at age ten, he found himself noticing girls more and more - they weren’t so icky anymore. Dean found over the next few years that he had a specific type that he kept crushing on. They were usually quiet, very passive girls, kind of shy, who weren’t really noticed and blended in the back. He wasn’t sure why it was the he was interested in those types of girls, but they were so much more interesting. Once he was able to open them up - it was almost rewarding to manage that - there was always more to talk about in a way. He’s had a few passing girlfriends, only one that ended up sexual, he’s interested in quick hook ups, not really looking for anything permanent or so he thinks.
APPEARANCE
Dean has an average frame with an athletic build, which is the product of taking the time to work out whenever he can. He weights about 145 pounds and stands at around 5’7 - give or take a few inches - the average height for his age. His features are on the dark side, a trait that he gets from his mother. He has her dark colored hair that looks almost black. It’s slightly shaggy, but not the point where he has to flip his hair back like a girl and to avoid that he keeps it kept closely trimmed. His eyes are a dark brown with thick, too long lashes, a rather prominent nose and thin lips that reveal a nice row of straight teeth thanks to a year of braces.
When it comes to clothing choices, Dean has his brand name clothes like Calvin Klein and Tommy Hilfiger, but keeps it casual. He sports plain tshirts, plaid button ups and like everyone else has those one pair of jeans that he wears more often than the rest. His clothes are kept until they are either too small for him, an unwashable stain or have a tear or rip besides that he doesn’t usually going shopping all the time for brand new clothes. He doesn’t like to wear sneakers, growing up in Florida that had very few cold days and living close to the beach in the usually hot, humid weather, Dean found sandals a lot more appealing. However, it doesn’t have a pair of sneakers if he were to ride his bike or go to the gym.
HISTORY
On May 30, 1994 Dean Gregory Mason was born to Jonathon Mason and Catherine Prescott-Mason in Tampa, Florida. They were young parents, fresh out of high school with not a clue in the world in how to take care of a baby. However, Dean was a relatively good child, he rarely cried and was always very happen. He grew up spoiled and despite how wealthy his parents were - who now old enough to each come into their trust funds - they didn’t hire nannies or private tutors. When he got to a certain age, he was enrolled into public school easily making friends and charming his teachers with his dimpled smile. He was used to the attention his parents gave him, basking in their constant love and adoration. It was something he grew accustomed to, but a new bundle of joy would soon be taking his spot light. A fact that he wasn’t very happy about.
When Charlotte - Charlie for short- Mason was born into the family, Dean was four years old and held nothing, but contempt for his baby sister. He didn’t care if he was a big brother. His parents said he couldn’t hold her because she was delicate and he couldn’t play with her because she didn’t know how to. Dean found himself wondering what good was having a baby sister if she couldn’t do anything, but cry, poop, sleep and cry some more. She was always so loud. Sometimes, she would wake him up in the middle of night or ruin the time he had with either his mom or dad because then they had to attend to her needs. Eventually, as much as he hated to admit it, Charlie grew on Dean. Now, that she was older, they were able to do more things together and he also had a partner in crime, which he used to blame on messes because let’s face it she was too cute and little to get mad at or punish.
He had a pretty good life, better than most. When Christmas or his birthday came around, he got everything he wished for. They went on vacation twice a year and he did some amazing things that not many eight year olds did. On his tenth birthday, he was given a guitar. He’d seen it on display and immediately added it onto his wish list. They hired him a guitar teacher and it didn’t take him very long to get the hang of it. Before he knew it he was moving up and came to the point where he was able to put together a melody for a song of his own. He moved onto the drums, which were a little harder to handle, but he got the hang of it and was soon fascinated in the world of music. The violin was something his mother wanted him to try and so he did for her sake and although he didn’t enjoy it as much, he liked that it seemed to make his mom happy.
Despite how great he had it in Florida, it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Being prone to hurricanes every year from June to November was something that a native to that the state got used to. However, 2004 proved to be a heavy hitter. Hurricanes Charley -no pun intended-, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne wrecked havoc. Six year old Charlie had ran into his room when she heard a loud crack outside her room and not two minutes later, rain and wind were swooping into their home. The tree in which they played in outside on nearly a daily basis had betrayed them and destroyed their house. It was something the family had been unprepared for. Dean remembered the two weeks they went without power, spending the hot summer days at their grandparents house - their house was under repair - playing go fish and checkers. They had to preserve water and ration their food, it was the longest days of his entire life.
After schools had been closed for all together about two months, Dean didn’t do so well. He wasn’t paying attention or putting in the effort and when it came for the standardized state wide FCAT test, his scores were so low that he had to repeat the fourth grade all over again.
To help lift his mood, his parents thought it’d be nice to send him away to a music camp he’d been hinting at ever since he learned how to play guitar. That had been the best summer of his life. Dean was able to return every year as long as he did well in school, which he had no problem complying to. When eighth grade was drawing to a close, Dean had heard about this Arts school that had a specialized music program. He did a little research one day while his parents were and he had to baby sit ten year old Charlie, who was preoccupied with Fairly Odd Parents because he refused to let her watch MTV like she always begged and pleaded him to because it was a ‘big kid’ channel. Dean decided to go ahead and print out the application and leave the website up so his parents could look at it. They didn’t mind the idea, thinking that it would be a great opportunity for him if this was something he really wanted to do with his life. After sending in his application with all the requirements needed, all Dean could do was wait. When two weeks passed with no word, he gave up hope in thinking he could get it and decided to go ride his bike into the city with Charlie to get some ice cream. Upon the their return, he found an envelope with his name on it and after ripping it open, he let out a big whoop, taking his sister in his arms and swinging her around before running up the stairs to tell his parents that he’d gotten accepted.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
Elaine Cabot was deliberately, a quarter of an hour late - not early enough to seem eager, but not late enough to seem rude - she pushed her way through the unlucky nobodies who filled the sidewalk on the off chance they might get inside the hallowed doors. In a city where the hottest table changed weekly, Buddakan with its Asian fusion food, imported European mixologists and Italy's handsomest waiters was deep into its fifteen minutes of Manhattan fame. When Christian Duke, the father of one of her peers in which she had a deep rivalry with had suggested she meet him to discuss her important piece of information involving his little skank of a daughter, she couldn’t refuse and had dared him to get a last minute table. It was, she believed, an impossible feat. Apparently, Mariah Carey had been turned down at the door and Ivanka Trump told it would be a three month stint on the waiting list just for a bar table.
And yet, here she was, with a gloating smile of a girl with connections, glimmering in her new Dolce and Cabana strapless dress, dripping in modest looking white pearls as her Lanvin heels clicked against the smooth black and gray marble floor of the restaurant. She gave her name to the mousy hostess behind the podium, looking at her with clear disdain as she watched her type a few things into the computer before nodding when it was verified and following after another hostess who lead her to the reserved table. Christian Duke, being the perfect gentleman was of course already there and did not hint at any annoyance for her lack of time keeping skills. As the waiter pulled out her chair, Elaine shot the older man a radiant smile and tossed back her glossy hair before kissing him on both cheeks - more European, less flirtatious - and slid into her seat. 'Good evening, Mr Duke' she purred, her voice belying the prim exterior.
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[/size]NAME
Lily
AGE
18
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Dean Gregory Mason
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen/Freshman
GENDER
Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
music
LOOK-A-LIKE
Drew Roy
PERSONALITY
Dean likes having the attention on himself, but as much as he enjoys it, he doesn’t mind shining it on other people which was something he learned when his baby sister was born. He’s a people person, finding enjoyment in being surrounded by a group of close friends. Although, he comes from money he doesn’t let that fact get to his head. His parents taught him to respect everyone and anyone, no matter who they were, which had been the reason why he was sent to a public school during his younger years. He is a nice guy, but can also be a bit of an instigator, usually being the messenger or the one who spread around the rumor of one person or the other, but he doesn’t do it on person or anything. Growing up with a mother who gossiped constantly to her girl friends and a father who was a lawyer, it was pretty easy to see where he got it from. It gets slightly easy for him to get worked up over something, but as quickly as his temper grows, it’s out of him in a matter of seconds once he focuses on something to vent his anger out on.
When it comes to school, that is the one area that doesn’t come easy for Dean. He envies those individuals who are able to ace tests and classes without doing much studying. He, on the other hand, well… it takes a bit longer for him to comprehend certain things especially math and science. Anything that deals with equations and numbers or figuring what chemical effects another chemical isn’t something that he really gets. History and English he understands, languages, he’s a born natural, but math and science… they would be the death of him. So, for those subjects, despite how hard it is, he makes time to study at least an hour each day ‘in silence] - music or noise tend to distract him very easily. Music is the only thing that can hold his entire attention. At the start of eight years old, it started out as more of childish selfishness when he saw the guitar at the local music shop, but now it was a passion. He didn’t know what his dreams were exactly, but he hoped it had something do with music.
The opposite sex is a very confusing topic for him. Growing up with a younger sister was one thing, but figuring out the mind of a teenage girl was a puzzle. Sure, he had plenty of friends who were girls. That wasn’t a problem for him and of course, he found them rather good to look at. After his first crush at age ten, he found himself noticing girls more and more - they weren’t so icky anymore. Dean found over the next few years that he had a specific type that he kept crushing on. They were usually quiet, very passive girls, kind of shy, who weren’t really noticed and blended in the back. He wasn’t sure why it was the he was interested in those types of girls, but they were so much more interesting. Once he was able to open them up - it was almost rewarding to manage that - there was always more to talk about in a way. He’s had a few passing girlfriends, only one that ended up sexual, he’s interested in quick hook ups, not really looking for anything permanent or so he thinks.
APPEARANCE
Dean has an average frame with an athletic build, which is the product of taking the time to work out whenever he can. He weights about 145 pounds and stands at around 5’7 - give or take a few inches - the average height for his age. His features are on the dark side, a trait that he gets from his mother. He has her dark colored hair that looks almost black. It’s slightly shaggy, but not the point where he has to flip his hair back like a girl and to avoid that he keeps it kept closely trimmed. His eyes are a dark brown with thick, too long lashes, a rather prominent nose and thin lips that reveal a nice row of straight teeth thanks to a year of braces.
When it comes to clothing choices, Dean has his brand name clothes like Calvin Klein and Tommy Hilfiger, but keeps it casual. He sports plain tshirts, plaid button ups and like everyone else has those one pair of jeans that he wears more often than the rest. His clothes are kept until they are either too small for him, an unwashable stain or have a tear or rip besides that he doesn’t usually going shopping all the time for brand new clothes. He doesn’t like to wear sneakers, growing up in Florida that had very few cold days and living close to the beach in the usually hot, humid weather, Dean found sandals a lot more appealing. However, it doesn’t have a pair of sneakers if he were to ride his bike or go to the gym.
HISTORY
On May 30, 1994 Dean Gregory Mason was born to Jonathon Mason and Catherine Prescott-Mason in Tampa, Florida. They were young parents, fresh out of high school with not a clue in the world in how to take care of a baby. However, Dean was a relatively good child, he rarely cried and was always very happen. He grew up spoiled and despite how wealthy his parents were - who now old enough to each come into their trust funds - they didn’t hire nannies or private tutors. When he got to a certain age, he was enrolled into public school easily making friends and charming his teachers with his dimpled smile. He was used to the attention his parents gave him, basking in their constant love and adoration. It was something he grew accustomed to, but a new bundle of joy would soon be taking his spot light. A fact that he wasn’t very happy about.
When Charlotte - Charlie for short- Mason was born into the family, Dean was four years old and held nothing, but contempt for his baby sister. He didn’t care if he was a big brother. His parents said he couldn’t hold her because she was delicate and he couldn’t play with her because she didn’t know how to. Dean found himself wondering what good was having a baby sister if she couldn’t do anything, but cry, poop, sleep and cry some more. She was always so loud. Sometimes, she would wake him up in the middle of night or ruin the time he had with either his mom or dad because then they had to attend to her needs. Eventually, as much as he hated to admit it, Charlie grew on Dean. Now, that she was older, they were able to do more things together and he also had a partner in crime, which he used to blame on messes because let’s face it she was too cute and little to get mad at or punish.
He had a pretty good life, better than most. When Christmas or his birthday came around, he got everything he wished for. They went on vacation twice a year and he did some amazing things that not many eight year olds did. On his tenth birthday, he was given a guitar. He’d seen it on display and immediately added it onto his wish list. They hired him a guitar teacher and it didn’t take him very long to get the hang of it. Before he knew it he was moving up and came to the point where he was able to put together a melody for a song of his own. He moved onto the drums, which were a little harder to handle, but he got the hang of it and was soon fascinated in the world of music. The violin was something his mother wanted him to try and so he did for her sake and although he didn’t enjoy it as much, he liked that it seemed to make his mom happy.
Despite how great he had it in Florida, it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Being prone to hurricanes every year from June to November was something that a native to that the state got used to. However, 2004 proved to be a heavy hitter. Hurricanes Charley -no pun intended-, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne wrecked havoc. Six year old Charlie had ran into his room when she heard a loud crack outside her room and not two minutes later, rain and wind were swooping into their home. The tree in which they played in outside on nearly a daily basis had betrayed them and destroyed their house. It was something the family had been unprepared for. Dean remembered the two weeks they went without power, spending the hot summer days at their grandparents house - their house was under repair - playing go fish and checkers. They had to preserve water and ration their food, it was the longest days of his entire life.
After schools had been closed for all together about two months, Dean didn’t do so well. He wasn’t paying attention or putting in the effort and when it came for the standardized state wide FCAT test, his scores were so low that he had to repeat the fourth grade all over again.
To help lift his mood, his parents thought it’d be nice to send him away to a music camp he’d been hinting at ever since he learned how to play guitar. That had been the best summer of his life. Dean was able to return every year as long as he did well in school, which he had no problem complying to. When eighth grade was drawing to a close, Dean had heard about this Arts school that had a specialized music program. He did a little research one day while his parents were and he had to baby sit ten year old Charlie, who was preoccupied with Fairly Odd Parents because he refused to let her watch MTV like she always begged and pleaded him to because it was a ‘big kid’ channel. Dean decided to go ahead and print out the application and leave the website up so his parents could look at it. They didn’t mind the idea, thinking that it would be a great opportunity for him if this was something he really wanted to do with his life. After sending in his application with all the requirements needed, all Dean could do was wait. When two weeks passed with no word, he gave up hope in thinking he could get it and decided to go ride his bike into the city with Charlie to get some ice cream. Upon the their return, he found an envelope with his name on it and after ripping it open, he let out a big whoop, taking his sister in his arms and swinging her around before running up the stairs to tell his parents that he’d gotten accepted.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
Elaine Cabot was deliberately, a quarter of an hour late - not early enough to seem eager, but not late enough to seem rude - she pushed her way through the unlucky nobodies who filled the sidewalk on the off chance they might get inside the hallowed doors. In a city where the hottest table changed weekly, Buddakan with its Asian fusion food, imported European mixologists and Italy's handsomest waiters was deep into its fifteen minutes of Manhattan fame. When Christian Duke, the father of one of her peers in which she had a deep rivalry with had suggested she meet him to discuss her important piece of information involving his little skank of a daughter, she couldn’t refuse and had dared him to get a last minute table. It was, she believed, an impossible feat. Apparently, Mariah Carey had been turned down at the door and Ivanka Trump told it would be a three month stint on the waiting list just for a bar table.
And yet, here she was, with a gloating smile of a girl with connections, glimmering in her new Dolce and Cabana strapless dress, dripping in modest looking white pearls as her Lanvin heels clicked against the smooth black and gray marble floor of the restaurant. She gave her name to the mousy hostess behind the podium, looking at her with clear disdain as she watched her type a few things into the computer before nodding when it was verified and following after another hostess who lead her to the reserved table. Christian Duke, being the perfect gentleman was of course already there and did not hint at any annoyance for her lack of time keeping skills. As the waiter pulled out her chair, Elaine shot the older man a radiant smile and tossed back her glossy hair before kissing him on both cheeks - more European, less flirtatious - and slid into her seat. 'Good evening, Mr Duke' she purred, her voice belying the prim exterior.
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