WILLOW, DEXTER NELSON

[DEXTER NELSON WILLOW]

DEXTER NELSON WILLOW

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I CAN’T HIDE THE MONSTER ANYMORE
ONE CAN, ONLY FEEL DESOLATE FOR SO LONG

FULL NAME: Dexter Nelcson Willow
NICKNAMES: Dex
AGE: twenty-one
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: Student
OCCUPATION: Freshman (works at Antoine's as a Kitchen Hand to pay for his bread), double major in photography & design

ONE STARTS TO CHANGE INTO
SOMETHING THE MIRROR DOESN’T RECOGNIZE

HAIR: Dark brownm short and generally neat.
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT: 7'7". Yes, he's a tiny guy.
SCARS: Nope.
TATTOOS: Nada
PIERCINGS: No.
PLAY BY: Josh Hartnett

THE DARKNESS HAS BEEN BIDING ITS TIME
TO CLAIM ITS LATEST VICTIM, FRESH MEAT FOR CARNAL DESIRES

LIKES: Sleeping, sitting in the sun, taking pictures, his job, snowboarding, animals, having plenty of friends, being able to do what he wants when he wants, eating, fishing, baseball, country music, flying kites, photography, art in general, his camera, large spaces, the countryside, sketching, designing things, physics
DISLIKES: being considered dumb, falling down stairs, small spaces, being too busy, being forced to do things, dusting, cleaning in general, things being expensive, overcrowding, breaking things, back pain, tripping, ceiling fans, clothing hunting, car rides, people who think everything is dumb, excessive partiers, being assumed to play basketball.
FEARS: Dieing young, getting locked in a small space, killing himself snowboarding
SECRETS: His back pain, he's not very trusting of himself, he dislikes large parties
PERSONALITY:

Dexter is a very nice fellow. He is very patient and rather lethargic in day-to-day life. He likes to sleep in and he likes to laze about, and when he's told he's irresponsible because he dusts very rarely, he simply explains that the dust doesn't build up in places he goes (and therefore stirs up) often, and the places he doesn't go often don't really matter. His other explanation is that just because he chooses not to do something doesn't mean he can't. When Dex is motivated to do something, though he doesn't stop until it's done, even if it seems rather futile to do so. However, he needs extreme poking and prodding to even get to that stage. He's not concerned about being rich or famous or climbing high up the ladder, he just likes being comfortable and happy with his day-to-day life. He like being able to do something if he wants and not do anything if he wants. Having a full agenda kills that. He knows he should do something, but some days, he just can't.

Unfortunately for Dex, he is also claustrophobic. He hates feeling boxed in, and small spaces, which naturally causes some issues due to his height - ceilings in homes are generally about eight feet tell, giving him about five inches of space about his head. He's gotten used to it, to some degree, but it irks him all the same.

His deep, deep voice makes him sound stupid, or hard to understand, but Dexter is actually bright. He intends to be either a designer, both interior and exterior. He likes to make things better, shape them - and particularly living areas. He's used to things not fitting, so he would like to make things fit for people, and look nice. That's also why he likes photography, because he can capture things that may inspire him later.

He lives job to job and never has had much money to use for entertaining himself, so he's often turned to cheap things, like a walk in a park or sitting in the sun as it goes through the windows through his apartment, and it's made him just a bit of a philosopher.

Dex has never been at all coordinated. He's rather clumsy and often drops things - only to step on it a second later. He'll fall on his own big feet, usually down a flight of stairs, and nearly squash someone at the bottom. He'll apologise and begin to walk again, only to hit his head on the doorway. A combination of bad luck, clumsiness and size means Dex is extremely accident prone.

Despite being accident prone, when he is motivated, he likes to try new things. He was never adept at welding, but all the same, he tried it in shop class when he was in high school. He nearly killed himself on a table saw in the same class, but he made a passable table - made bigger so it was impractical to anyone but him. It's now still in use in his own apartment. He did some acting here and there. Nothing big, persay. Mostly just high school plays (and in middle school, that role was often that of a tree) and once or twice an ad on TV. He was never the main person, in the ads, and usually his height was played upon. His height got him the role; and the pay.

When it comes to sports, he's often asked if he plays basketball. He does not like the game very much at all. He plays a little, but nothing competitive, and despite height, he's actually pretty bad. Dex has little interest in most sports, but he's always loved to play baseball and snowboard. He's not very good in the first, but he's rather skilled in the second, amazing himself. He's surprised he hasn't broken his neck yet. He's no black diamond expert, nowhere near, but he's a hair above the average.

Dex is also rather good at adapting. It's not the first thing one would think when they see him, but he's good at fitting himself into new situations. In this sense, Dexter is remarkably...simple. Boring, some would say. Aside from his height, he isn't really much of a standalone in any real way. But he can be very interesting, in fact. When friends come by, he's always cracking jokes or laughing. It's very easy to make him laugh. Almost anything can make him laugh. A funny story, the way someone speaks, or things he imagines. Needless to say, sometimes he laughs when it's not 100% the right time, but most of the time he con control himself (even if he does get giggly now and then). His laughter is just the kind that spreads, as well. He's good at cheering people up, and boosting their confidence. He hates making people seem foolish, since he often feels that himself. Big and awkward and he hopes he doesn't make people feel the same way. Despite his lazy ways, Dexter is a person that plenty look up to. And no, not just literally.

Sometimes, it's for his easygoing lifestyle, other times it's for his ways of just making people feel good. Sometimes for his design sense. Maybe it's for his ability to make do in a world built for people smaller than he. Or simply his love for making people laugh.

There are, people, though, that he just can't stand. Relatively few and far apart, but there. He doesn't so much mind jibes about his height (he's long used to those) but it's mostly his voice. He realizes that a low-key voice, and the fact he speaks slowly to be understood is stereotypically a sign of stupidity, but when people apply it to him with little reason to, he just hates it. Dex knows full well that that's often an initial thought, but when it's clung to...he gets nasty. Mostly the funny remarks become scathing ones, and Dex rarely gets himself involved in fights. It's not for his safety, mostly for the other guy. He doesn't want to know if his fist, moving fast, into some one's skull, will crush it or not. Some people take it as a sign of cowardice, or arrogance. Dexter likes to consider it a caution, because more often than not, he feels just as much want as the other guy to throw a few punches. He's contemplated taking up boxing for this reason, actually. But then he worries if he'd be able to restrain his anger.

When he does lose control, though, it's best to stay away. He storms about and beats the life of out his already dead pillows, trying not to hit something else - because most of the time, it will break, and most of the time, he does not have enough spare money to fix it all.

TO BECOME WHAT I BECOME
I VIEWED THE SUN FOR THE VERY LAST TIME

MOTHER: Lyla Hope Willow, 53, Grocery store owner
FATHER: Jeremy Kevin Willow, 55, Grocery store ownder
SIBLINGS: Ozzie Brandon Willow, 27, farmer. Fred Gordon Willow, 25, farmer. Hannah Maybell Willow, 23, elementary school teacher.
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Nada.
ORIGIN: Millerton, N.Y.
HISTORY:

When Dexter was young, he was your average kid, in every way, shape and form. He was not very remarkable. He had average marks, average skill and a lot of friends. He liked Pokemon (and still does) and Bernstein Bears, and he wanted to go to Disneyland. He was remarkable in the sense he was remarkably average; although he was a rather lazy boy indeed. He worked in his parent's store, lived above it, having a room barely bigger than a closet, just big enough to fit his bed. The town they luived in was miniscule, no more than a couple hundred residents, and everyone knew everyone. Everyone knew Dexter, though had the down been bigger he would have been one of those forgettable kids. Short, too; though that was a Willow family trait, none of the family had gotten taller than 5'9" in the past tow generations.

Midway though elementary, that changed. Dex was stacking cans like a good boy with his siblings, a bunch of canned tomato soup, when a game broke out. No biggie, they just tossed cans one form the other, then stacked them and laughed, until Dexter fumbled a catch. He was at the end of the line, and the stray can flew right into the whole big pyramid, which went right into him. Yup. The whole bloody thing feel on his head. He ended up with a concussion, but no one thought it was that bad. In fact, nothing, nothing that even third-grade Dexter knew about was going on. But something was. Dexter began to grow. At the end of third grade, at the age of nine, he was 4'6". Below average. By the start of forth grade, only two months later, he was 4'10". He was already the size of his older sister. By the time he got into fifth grade, he was 5'3". Still, he was the same old Dexter, static in every way but the rate at which he needed new clothing. Going into Sixth grade, he was 5'6". Maybe he's just inherited genes for height. Seventh grade? 5'10", taller than everyone in his family but great-aunt Freida, who was an in-law, anyways. Eight grade and tiny Dexter Willow was suddenly a lot taller than everyone else. How many eighth graders do you know that was 6'2"? He was prodded and poked into basketball, and while incredibly clumsy, made the team on basis of height. If the better teammates could maneuver the ball, and he could just stand near the key, they had a bit of advantage. It was beginning to raise eyebrows, but the Willow family didn't see much cause for alarm. Four inches a year of growth for several years was a lot, yes, but Dexter's ordinary check-ups turned up nothing. However, this height thing was getting a touch...extreme, moreso as his growth had been less than average before third grade. Dexter, for the most part, enjoyed the fact he was tall, able to stock shelves the rest of the family needed a stool of chiar to get to.

But by grade eleven, his height wasn't so funny anymore. He was 7'2". Now too big for many things, Dex got his interest in design - often finding enjoyment in sketching rooms and making them suit imaginary clients.Sometimes made for him, sometimes made for a dwarf, others for average people with different tastes. He loved it. He took to the camera, as well, taking picutres from unsual angles. Having outgrown his room, he'd outsted the gardening supplies from half the toolshed. It was time to see a different doctor - this wasn't supposed to be genetically possible, not for a family like the Willows. His first visit to the doctor was midway through grade eleven. The doctor, though, found nothing very wrong. He agreed that Dexter was very, very tall, but he predicted the young man would not grow much more than 7'5" - probably due to having an XXY set of chromosomes, which can sometimes cause great height. While this was sometimes true, it wasn't the case. However, neither he nor his parents were very educated in these matters, they decided that that must be it.

Senior year rolled around, and Dexter was 7'6". This was an issue. Something was up more than genetic fluke or mutation, there had to be. For Pete's sake, he was two and a half feet taller than his sister! Time for another doctor, one a two days drive away. This doctor did some testing on the eighteen year old and concluded that Dexter didn't have genetic oddness, but rather a tumour (non-cancerous) on his pituitary gland. That made it get bigger. Now, this gland was responsible for growth hormone, and unless the tumour was gotten rid of, Dexter would grow until the day he died, which might not be far away, if Dexter passed the 8' mark. He's need surgery to fix the issue, but once it was fixed, he's stop growing. Only problem? There was a bit of an issue booking the thing. By the time it had been, Dexter was 7'7". Thankfully, that was where he stayed. The surgery was hard on his family financially, so Dexter couldn't head right on out to University, particularly as he wanted to double major. Average in his grades, scholarship cash wasn't an option, either. So he set about odd-jobbing and with the helps of family and three years of savings, he got into the University of New Orleans.

WILL YOU STILL HOLD ME
WHEN YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE DONE

ALIAS: Dante
AGE: 17.
EXPERIENCE: About 4 years.
SAMPLE:

Hi.

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