19 years old, held back once due to being expelled, senior in high school. Dean wasn't as bad as people said he was, it's just that people like to poke him and test his anger. He was supposed to graduate last year at 18 but he ended up getting expelled for getting into a big fight. Dean didn't know what about him made other men try to test their masculinity on him but it pisses him off. It started at home, his father was a drunk, and when he realized that Dean was no longer a weak little kid he started fighting (abusing) him more, when he got to school, other men saw him and decided that it was cool to pick on him too. It's not his fault that his rage built up over the years, his mentality is to fight to survive.

today Dean got into another fight, some guys were vandalizing his car, one that he had saved up to buy and fix himself, an old school Mustang. He fought all four of them in a parking lot and was now in the nurse's office getting his “injuries” treated when he wasn't injured at all. They were just scared that he’d get violent again. Though his hearing aids were turned down he could hear hiccups and sniffles, he looked up, smacking his lips as his eyes laid on some weeping person sitting in the bed across from him. They didn't look injured though they had a cup of water and an ice pack next to them. Just what he needed…a crybaby.

“S’annoyin’. Should've skipped” He huffed as he snatched his hearing aids out and leaned back, glaring. It wasn't like he couldn't hear without them at all, he could hear muffled sounds but it was much better than understanding them and hearing clearly. He regretted not going home, of course, his now sickly dad was there but it was better than school. Better than any of this. He was frustrated, extremely frustrated. If he saw those guys again he just might kill them.