Dean Wesley

Look, all I’m saying is I got some ideas and you’re not gonna be thinking those things about me when you see those pictures! 

Booty dancing on the street was probably not recommended. Especially not when wearing a skirt that was about two sizes to big and barely hanging onto her hips.But she’d been jamming to the ipod she’d stolen from some girl sitting on a bench who was studying from some text book like a smarty-butt. She hadn’t been listening to it, and it had fallen on the ground, so that meant it was fair game, yes? Didn’t matter that it had that girl’s name engraved on it. Charlotte probably would have spit in her face anyway. It was fun to watch people get all grossed out.

But the booty dancing in the street had ended with the skirt on the asphalt and her bright green panties shining in the moonlight. That had been her cue to gather her skirt up, hold it around her waist and skip across the street, humming along to the Katy Perry song she’d just lost her skirt too.

She’d been headed to the park - specifically the playground. She’d seen Dean a few times since he’d been in town, but she’d found (in her knapsack of shit she’d stolen from her childhood home) a polaroid she’d snapped of herself laying next to Dean during the day while he was asleep. She’d been five or six at the time, and he’d been her very, very best friend. You could tell in the way her smile lit up the whole polaroid. The other one she had was them together when he was actually awake. She’d somehow or other gotten him to smile (she’d been very disappointed when she found he couldn’t be tickled). But Charlotte had spent all the years he’d been gone smiling at that picture of her in his arms, both of them smiling.

She hadn’t cared that he was a vampire, or that he was older than her (like way older than her). He’d been her best friend, and they’d laughed and had wonderful adventures. And she was so glad that he was back in town so that fun could start again.

And then he heard a familiar voice call his name and oh — well that was definitely a pro to his half assed decision to call Oxford home for the time being.

"In here!" the vampire called out from where he was laying inside the large tunnel. Dean wasn't exactly sure what it was that he liked so much about parks —  maybe it had to do with his fucked up childhood? Or the kick he got out of scaring children? No, it probably had to do with the fact that he'd met his two favorite people while sleeping at the local park. Not that he'd ever admit it though, Dean wasn't the sentimental type.

"No," he replied almost saddened, turning his head slightly so that he was looking at Charlotte. She was so pretty. And she smelled great. Dean was actually impressed with himself for not having fed from the brunette yet — even though she had offered herself up in the past. It was strange, really. There was a part of the vampire that wanted to act on instinct and feed from the human but he also wanted to shield her from other vampires.

These feelings were a weird thing.

Dean had reached Hugos apartment in record time; he couldn't help it, he was excited to be spending the evening with Hugo. That excitement was replaced by sheer panic when the vampire saw a confused Hugo sitting with his half eaten sandwich and Deanna practically on his back, her hand on his throat. "Dee? What are you- be careful with him!" his voice getting higher when he saw his twin tug on the brunettes hair.

This was terrible. Dee was going to eat Hugo!

Within seconds Dean was by his twins side and carefully put his hands on hers. "Dee, this is my friend! Remember my little buddy, the one I went to the diner with? I told you all about him!" he pointed out, growing rather annoyed when his sister continued to stare blankly at him. Dean growled. "Let him go, Deanna. You can't eat him. He's off limits."

Dean was going to have to public address that this human was off limits to all other supernaturals. Again.

Deans stay in Oxford was almost peaceful (he’d managed to stay under the radar despite the random murders and mutilations around town) considering the fact that he was…well, Dean. Aside from creating yet another progeny, the vampires stay in the small town was turning out to be rather delightful. The high light of this little vacation was, hand down, running into Hugo Stirling again. Deans little buddy was all grown up now. He’d turned into a handsome and driven young man, earning all the more adoration from the vampire. And then of course, there were the Belfronts.

After a brief encounter at the local jail, Dean wouldn’t shake Claire Belfront. And while he may have had a habit of killing any wolf within five feet of him, Dean had grown fond of Claire. Sort of. A little. He may have been spending everyday with her, following her around and even letting her boss him around but that didn’t mean he liked her. So what if she had bought him that hat? That stupid hat which he was currently wearing as he sat on the front steps of Claire’s parents house. He let out another growl. He’d been waiting out there for nearly an hour as Claire continued to get ready for whatever the hell it was they were going to do.

Completely out of character tonight, Dean was in a foul mood. Saying he’d had a rough day was an understatement. And he blamed Claire for it. Yesterday had been their first official day apart since meeting and it all went to hell. What should’ve been a great reunion with his twin sister turned out to be disastrous when he caught his other half trying to eat his other other half. Needless to say it caused a little tension between the three.

"By the time you come out here it’s going to be sunrise!" he yelled, causing the elderly couple walking their dog to jump in surprise as they passed the house. The sun had literally set an hour ago. 

One second he was sitting and the next he was standing at the bottom of the steps looking up at Claire. "I told you I'm not staying out that late again," he muttered while fixing his dumb yellow beanie. It was then that the vampire finally got a chance to properly examine his friend who was decked out in Winter appropriate gear while he stood in old jeans and a gray pullover sweater he had taken from Hugo (it even still smelled like him). "Don't you people run hot?" he asked, curiously poking Claire's mitten.

Werewolves were weird. Belfronts were even weirder. 

Dean was silent for a moment, a pensive look on his face. "A lot happened while you were gone," he finally spoke, almost sounding saddened and as if they had been separated for weeks rather than a few hours. "And on top of that I haven't eaten...because I came straight here once the sun set." He sounded annoyed. If was Dean wasn't Dean he would probably say he had been miserable during the time away from her. But because he was a piece of shit, Dean was blaming Claire for his rough day.

In a sense it was his way of saying he missed her too.

Dean sat comfortable on one of the countless benches in the middle of town square, his blue eyes roaming the crowds of passing people. He took another bite of his pink cotton candy as he eyed a woman yelling loudly on her cellphone as she walked by. The looked delicious. TruBlood was unfulfilling and while Dean couldn’t actually digest cotton candy he really did like the way the stuff melted in his mouth. He’d been addicted to the thing ever since Poppy had dragged him along to the town fair a couple months ago.

Cotton candy was seriously the high light of this dump of a town.

A saddened expression made it’s way onto the vampires face as he realized he was down to the last few bites of his precious dinner. Claire was supposed to have shown up an hour ago so they could do whatever it was they did, which thankfully included actually dinner for Dean and maybe a squirrel for Claire if she was in wolf form. Letting out an annoyed breath as he finished the last of his cotton candy, scratching his head through the dumb beanie he was wearing courtesy of his date. It’s not that Dean was afraid of her, he really wasn’t, but she had worked so hard to get those three dollars to purchase this hat at the local good will store.

Growing bored, and even hungrier, Dean stood suddenly and flicked the empty cotton candy holder in the crowd. He smiled to himself when he heard a man nearby curse after having been hit in the back of the head with it. It wasn’t until the man-boy turned around that the smile was quickly wiped off the vampires face. “Little buddy,” the vampire spoke, his eyes widening in awe. Dean knew that face, he would know it anywhere. That face was his friend! 

A look of pure excitement suddenly took over the vampires face. "I live here!" he replied rather proudly before a more pensive look took over. "Sort of. I was with Dee a while ago and kinda decided to go off and do my own thing for a bit. She was supposed to meet me here but," the vampire shrugged, looking around, "haven't seen her. I know she's still alive though. Twin telepathy and all."

Dean was very much convinced he and Dee were capable of twin telepathy. He'd seen it too many times in movies over the years to not believe in such a thing.

It was then that the blonde also got a chance to fully inspect his little buddy. "I guess I can't call you little buddy anymore," he continued, looking at Hugo in awe now. He was tall. Dean truly enjoyed the company of tall people, especially when said people happened to be his best friend. God, he had missed Hugo. Even when he was just a kid Hugo Stirling showed more promise in being a faithful sidekick than half the vampires Dean had met in the past century.

Dean frowned. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he apologized, as if the plastic little stick had caused serious harm to his friend. In less than a second he reached down and picked up the bag of games and the now half empty soda Hugo had dropped seconds ago. "Cotton candy," he replied, a bright smile suddenly reappearing on his face. "Claire dragged me to a carnival a while ago and now I can't stop eating it. Well, I can't really eat it but I like the way it feels in my mouth." Cotton candy had become one of Dean Wesley's passions...along with murder, chaos and of course, Hugo Stirling.

Dean Wesley || Appears 26, but is 110 || Vampire || FC: Dane DeHaan

Traits

(+) Confident, Self-Motivated, Brave (-) Destructive, Merciless, Malevolent

Personality

Despite the fact that he’s technically still a young vampire, some might find it hard to imagine Dean Wesley as a human. What’s even more difficult to believe is the fact that he hasn’t actually changed much. Being immortal has only managed to make Dean a bigger nightmare than he originally was. He has the appearance of someone half his  (physical) age, and occasionally the mentality of someone a third of it. When it comes down to it, Dean is a bit of a sociopath. He does what he wants without so much as a second thought and isn’t kind to those who get in his way.

Even as a human Dean was ruthless, stubborn, and stupidly brave. He lived for the thrill and would do just about anything and everything to feel that rush of adrenaline. Ultimately, it was these simple factors that led oldest Wesley towards the wrong side of the law.

Dean is, literally, a mad genius. As a child he always excelled in school (when he actually showed up) and was said to be full of potential despite his mothers “illness”. Instead of using his brains to get him out of the dump that was Brooklyn, Dean opted to use his talents for committing crimes. Along the way he became a master of manipulation, allowing him to always be one step ahead of his enemies.

There is no “other side” to Dean Wesley. On the rare occasion that he actually wants someone around, the vampire still shows no regard for others or their well being. Unless it benefits him somehow, Dean doesn’t care for others company. The only person he’s ever shown any genuine affection, loyalty or concern for his is sister. Now currently residing in Oxford, all Dean claims to be looking for is a good time. And in his opinion, Oxford could use someone like him to shake things up.

Biography

Dean was the first of two children born Margret and Thomas Wesley, a young and dysfunctional pair of newlyweds. The pair lived in a run down little apartment in the heart of Brooklyn, New York, becoming parents after having been married for a little less than a year. The teenage couple ran off together after Margret’s parents forbid the relationship with good cause; Margret came from a middle class family of Irish immigrants while Thomas never knew his family, having been raised in an orphanage.

Life in the Wesley household was complicated, to say the least. Thomas was in and out of prison for the first few years of Deans life, leaving Margret (who had recently been diagnosed with Bipolar illness) to raise the Dean and his twin sister, Deanna. Because his mother was unable to hold a job down for more than a couple weeks, Dean began stealing at the age of eight to provide for his sister and mother, deeming it a priority to pay for her medication somehow. He’d get caught from time to time but charges were never pressed due to the simple fact that he was a child. It did nothing but encourage Deans actions, only seeing it as proof that he could continue to get away with petty theft…he just had to be smarter. By the age of fourteen Dean was pretty familiar with the Brooklyn police squad. At fifteen he’d been arrested a number of times for petty theft and gambling. His efforts paid off, because he was still able to provide for his family. When Thomas was finally released from prison he decided to enlist in the army, claiming himself a changed man. He encouraged his son to do the same, hoping that joining the army would help straighten the boy up and keep him from continuing down a dangerous road. Dean made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing and that he could continue to provide for himself and Deanna in a way that neither of his parents ever could. Thomas died just two months later overseas, causing Margret’s condition to worsen.

It wasn’t until the infamous Stock Market crash of 1929 that Dean decided to take his talents to the next level. Bank robbing was a complicated business but nothing Dean and his friends couldn’t handle. After successfully robbing three banks, Dean and his sister were living the life they’d always dreamed of. Constantly risking his life and freedom had finally paid off…and it was ultimately what managed to get him killed.

Hours later Dean was reborn as a vampire. His talents had managed to catch the attention of a fellow criminal, who also happened to be a vampire. Deeming it a waste of potential, the man decided to turn Dean instead of letting him die. Forever indebted to his maker, Dean vowed to stay at the mans side only after he turned Deanna as well, which he did. Unfortunately, their maker was far more cautious than Dean cared for. Now immortal, Dean believed himself above others, particularly humans; apparently his maker didn’t share these values. Claiming that their maker was holding them back, Dean and Ruby (a fellow progeny of his maker) teamed up and killed the man who saved them. Since then Dean hasn’t bothered looking back. He’s embraced life in the 21st century, especially after the revelation of vampires. Now all he wants is for all humans to be turned and all other supernaturals killed. Honestly, he doesn’t think that’s asking for much.