<strong>Name:</strong><br/>Dean Logan -<strong>Played by Capone</strong><br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong><br/>21<br/><br/><strong>Daytime job or occupation:</strong><br/>Unemployed; Amateur writer<br/><br/><strong>Role at the Fucking Gulch brothel:</strong><br/>Client<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong><br/>Dean's mother died when he was 9, leaving just he and his father behind. They were okay for a couple years, even grew closer than ever. It didn't last, though. Soon his father succumbed to alcoholism and violence. He never really beat Dean, not yet at least, but the verbal abuse was too much to stand. By time Dean was 12, his father had been going somewhere late at night and wouldn't return until the morning. One night he ventured out after his father on his bike, following all the way to the Gulch. The staff was different then, and the front door wasn't so closely guarded. He wandered in, hiding in the shadows, watching his father squeeze the ass of some young woman. He gasped as she opened her blouse, and soon all heads were turned.<br/><br/>Before he knew it Dean had been carried through the air, back outside, and tossed against his father's truck. His father hit him once, giving him a black eye. He couldn't remember what his father had said. The next day his father apologized, but every night, every time he came home drunk and smelling of cigarettes and perfume, he reminded Dean never to speak of it.<br/><br/>Dean dropped out of College his freshman year. He was able to pass High School easily enough and earn a scholarship, but College was different. You couldn't just slack on by as easily. He came home for Christmas break only to find his father dead on the floor, drowned by his own vomit, a bottle of Jack in his hand.<br/><br/>Dean went from job to job around Harrisville since then, using his off-time to try and become a writer. Here and there he got some small freelance gigs, but they were for no-name websites that could only pay $20 or $50 a pop. Nothing substantial. He was more of an outsider than ever. Every once in a while someone would bring up his days in Little League, or his fourth grade spelling bee victory over the rest of the county, but never mentioned anything after his mom died. They smiled, but it was fake. It was all fake. They didn't really care, and they didn't want him there.<br/><br/>His father's Will had made it clear that any money from life insurance and other inheritance would be locked away until he was twenty-one. Unemployed for the last two months, he's been living in his parents' old home, mortgage already paid off, and just using his unemployment to pay what he could of the bills. On his birthday he takes a drink, with enough money in his account to last him some time. A thought occurs to him. What better way to honor his father and his inheritance than to take a trip to the gulch?<br/><br/>But this trip will change Dean. It will inspire him to write a book, to blow the lid off of Harrisville falls and its secret. But what sort of book will it be? Will he reveal to the world what depravity can lie behind the seemingly perfect little town? That deep inside everyone is a dirty, twisted freak and pervert? Or will he use it to drive a different point home? That hiding your true self, your true desires, behind some facade of what everyone thinks is happiness...it's nothing more than stabbing yourself in the stomach.<br/><br/>Either way, this night, this first night at the Gulch, will change Dean's life forever.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>(http://i1219.photobucket.com/albums/dd428/ccesarano/iStock_000006064678XSmall.jpg)