JOHN DAVIS COOPER

[John Davis Cooper]

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HAHA, INDEED. xD


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(your details)

so hello there the name's MONIQUE and i have been rocking it on this earth for SIXTEEN. i have been running with the vampires for FIVE you might also know me as ABBEY SUE BENSON. you can contact me at [e-mail].


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(the character)[/center]

full name: John Davis Cooper
nicknames: Johnny, Cooper
date of birth: 22nd of August, 1989
occupation: Runs and works at 'Bits & Pieces Saddlery'
member group: Werewolf
playby: Chris Pine
anything else: nuppers.

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There's a face behind the mask we wear

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hair: not long, but not too short either, either slicked back of just left as it was. really, he's not too fussed about it, which may account to it usually having a messier look to it, and it's brown in colour.
eyes: brown, with specks of green and amber.
metal and ink: N/A
height and weight: 6'5 & around 198 pounds
distinguishing features: tall-ness? oh, and his good looks help too.

overall: Really, John's pretty much your average looking guy, in that there isn't all that much to seperate him from the rest of the crowd. Ok, except his height. Yeah, he's tall. Huge even. He towers above most people at a height of 6'5. Despite his height, he's not overly muscular, nor heavily built. He's athletic, but more in the way a swimmer is. Lean, I guess you could call it. This being said, he does have quite a bit of muscle, as well as an amazing six pack, but it sort of evens out compared to his size. His hair is neither long nor short, just somewhere in the middle. It's a pretty average brown colour, though in the right light it looks more like a dark blonde. His hair is quite thick, probably helped by the werewolf side of him. It's usually either slicked back, or just left messy, depending on the occassion. His eyes too are brown, though, as you can see in the right light, they do have specks of green and amber around the outsides of the iris. His skin is usually quite tanned, though this is just from being out in the sun so much. He did have a few freckles when he was younger, but these have since faded and his skin is pretty much unmarked now. Overall, he's quite a good looking guy, though he doesn't really notice it. Nor is he really all that bothered about his appearance, unless of course he's trying to make a good impression on someone. Then there's the other side of him. As a wolf, he is also bigger than average. His coat is thick and lush, and the same colour as his hair as a human, though a little darker perhaps. However, no matter what form, he's always a real stunner. <3

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And when you feel the wall cannot be burned

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likes: horses, riding, independance, honsety, canines, gum, running, sports in general, food, gelato, music, his guitar.
dislikes: his father, elevators, confined spaces, vegetables (especially the green ones), being told what to do, snobs, greediness, users, animal cruelty, school.
strengths: his speed, strangth and agility. he's a werewolf, what did you expect? haha. oh, as well as his charming personality and boy-ish good looks =P
weaknesses: girls (in that he just doesn't know how to talk to them), his horses, english riding (definately not his thing)
fears: hurting someone he cares about, having his heart broken (again..)

personality: There are a lot of different sides to our Johnny, but for the most part he's your ordinary fun-loving, outgoing, horse-crazed cowboy. He is always very positive and can find usually find the silver lining in any situation. For the most part, he's quite a happy, cheerful kind of guy, and this seems to affect those around him. If someone's in a bad mood, or upset about something, it won't take him long to turn that frown upside down and brighten their day. He is also quite the gentleman. It was just how he was raised. He's the sort of guy that will open doors, and will always help out a lady in need. It's just who he is. He's also caring, and loyal, and will do whatever he can to help out a friend in need, even if it means risking his own life.

However, there are times when he's not as happy and positive as he usually is. There's also a darker side to him. Being the werewolf that he is, he knows that there's always a certain risk in being around humans. He doesn't see himself as a danger as such, but that risk is always there. Usually he is a patient guy, but there are times when his fuse is cut short and he loses his temper quite easily. For the most part, he can control his anger, but sometimes even he can't do anything to stop it. And when he's in one of his little rages, he has been known to get into fights. However if he can, he'll usually chose to talk things through, instead of fighting. He doesn't like to hurt others, and won't if he can help it.

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You're gonna die to try what can't be done

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parents: Lucy (deseased) & Robert
siblings: N/A
significant others: N/A

history: John was born into a pretty small family, being the first and only child. However, this didn't mean that there wasn't anyone else there. John's father owned a big cattle property about half an hour or so out of town. Apart from his parents, there were always at least half a dozen or so others, mainly his uncles and older cousins. Life for John in his early days was a rather simple one, but it was all he needed. He thought it was a good life in any case. From the time he could walk, he was already learning to ride. He learnt to muster cattle, to seperate calves from the herd. By the time he started going to school, he could do just about everything the older cowboys could do and would help out on the ranch whenever he could. Especially since school wasn't really his thing. It's not that he wasn't smart enough or anything like that, for he is quite an intelligant guy. But in a different way. He could observe the world around him, know everything about the life he knew. Ask him to write a sentence or two about something like cattle or horses, he'd be able to write a whole two page essay on it. But things like maths or science, remembering equations and formulas and all that, it just wasn't his thing. So he did okay in school, in that he didn't fail, but he definately wasn't the top of the class. All in all, his life wasn't that bad. Even if he did have a bad day at school, there was always the ranch to come home to after, with his parents who loved him ever so much.

Until his mother died. He was eight when it happened. At the time he had no idea what had happened, why his mother wasn't there to welcome him home after school. Later he would find out that she had a stroke. By the time they had gotten her to the hospital, it was too late. She was gone, and there was nothing they could do. His father tried to be brave for his son, but he just couldn't cope with the grief. It was all just too much for him. He began drinking, developed an alcohol problem. Slowly, the business began to falter. With John's father no longer being able to deal with both his personal emotions and the management of the business, one of John's uncles took over. It was a good thing that they had such a big extended family. Everyone seemed to be willing to help, and somehow things managed to continue. However, his dad never did return to his old self. There were times when his drinking was worse than others, times when he'd get aggressive. He'd yell and shout and knock things over in his rage. However he never did once touch young Johnny. Never once hit him. Perhaps it was because he knew how much his mother had loved him, how she would never forgive him if he did hurt the boy. But that didn't change much for John. He hated his father. Never could understand how he could just give up on everything he had, everything he had worked so hard to achieve. How he just couldn't get a grip and move on. He never did forgive his dad for those years he had spent drinking, windling away in his pathetic excuse of a life.

This was when he was biten. His dad had been in one of his rages, as usual fueled by a empty bottle of whiskey, and John just needed to get out of the house. He couldn't stand seeing his dad like that, putting up with all the noise and chaos. So he had left. He tacked up his favourite bay gelding and took off. The property was big enough that you could ride for hours until you reached the other side. His horse at a swift gallop, he flew over the land, ready to never return. Upon reaching the end of the property however he stopped. He considered turning back, but he just couldn't do it. So he kept going. Into the woods. He had no idea where he was going, but it was away from him, and that's all that mattered. He rode on, though slower now that his horse was tiring. Finally finding a small clearing, he stopped. His horse was tired, and so was he. He got off, tied his horse to a tree and lay down at the base of a tall oak. His cowboy hat covering his eyes, he began to drowse off. He fell asleep. Later he awoke to the shrill neighs of his horse. He stood, on guard, but it was too late. The wolf pounced on him, grabbing him by the arm. There was nothing he could do, as he was thrown to the ground, landing heavily on his back, winded. Suddenly, the wolf stopped. It lifted its head, ears turning as if hearing some distant call, before running off, leaving the boy there, bleeding. Eventually the bleeding stopped and he managed to get back on his frightened horse and ride home. By the time he got there, the wound had almost completely healed. Over the next few years he learnt to control the occasional urges, the anger, the changing. Life returned to it's monotenous normality. If you could even call it normal.

When his mother had died, so had everything else he had loved about life. Except horses. He had always loved horses, and that never changed. And who knows, without them, he might not have been able to move on either, just like his dad. He continued living at the ranch, working with his cousins and uncles, until he was nineteen. He had been saving up to buy his own place since his mom died. He couldn't stand living there anymore, having to deal with his drunk of a father. He just wanted to get away. When he was nineteen, he finally had enough to buy his own place. It wasn't a big ranch like he had always dreamed of, but it was enough. A fairly large, comfortable house on the edge of suburbia. It had a medium sized paddock out the back too, for when he bought his own horse or two. Sure, he could've easily taken with him one of the horses from the ranch, but they needed them more than he did after all, and he just didn't feel right about it. He got a job at 'Bits & Pieces' Saddlery, one of the best in town. The owner was an elderly man who liked John from his first interview. John knew horses, and his life at the ranch seemed to be all the experience he needed to work at the store. Only a few months later, the owner died, leaving the store to John. He still doesn't know why the old man did it, but he has always been grateful. With a business of his own, a home, he's pretty happy now. Of course, he's still young and there's still plently he wants to do and see, but he'll get there one day. For now, he's just happy to be alive and surviving well enough.

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Gonna stay stay out but you don't care

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roleplay sample:

Dreams. Such wonderous things really. When you dreamed, you could enter such amazing worlds, be whoever you wanted to be, do whatever you wanted to do. You could be king of the world, living it large in your magnificent castle in the clouds, served by your many servants, eating the most amazing food imaginable, drinking the sweetest, most delicious wine from a beautifully decorated golden cup. Or you could even be a super hero of sorts, rescuing the world from danger, defeating evil villans. Whatever you could, well, dream of. Of course, there were also those times when you could do nothing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape. Times where you were just running, from a monster, from some horrible fate. Whatever the case, you just kept running, unabe to stop, not wanting to stop. Or falling. Don't you just hate those dreams. Where you're falling, and you can't do anything about it. And some dreams were just plain strange. John Cooper was having such a dream. Weird and almost completely random, though anyone interested in the topic would be sure to find logical explanations for each of the happens in the said dream. Just because I have nothing better to do, I shall tell you of this dream.

Sitting in his bedroom, at his desk, playing his computer, was a boy. He was a young boy, a child still, though he always thought of himself as older. He could stay home by himself, walk home from school. He could even make himself dinner on those odd occassions when his mother had to work later than usual. Yes, the boy had a mother, unlike the boy who was asleep in bed, dreaming this wonderous dream. Suddenly the old shepherd that had been sleeping at his feet lifted its head sleepily, and began to growl. The boy stopped what he was doing. "What is it boy?" He asked the dog. Standing from his chair, he walked out of his room and towards the door, the dog following behind him. He began to hear a noise. It was so familiar, yet he couldn't name it to save his life. What was it. Opening the front door, he stepped out onto the porch. But he kept going. He walked down the wooden steps, before stopping. The noise was getting louder. That's it, a plane. He looked up into the sky. The dog sat by his side and began to whine. He placed his hand on its head, stroking its soft fur gently. A plane. He watched it fly closer. It was low, too low. A serene calmness overtook him as he watched the plane come closer, lower, straight for him. He was going to die. He looked down at the dog, a sad little smile gracing his lips. "Goodbye old friend." He closed his eyes and waited, the engines of the plane growing louder, closer. Until, silence.

The boy woke with a start, sitting up straight in his bed. Odd. He shook his head lightly, brushing his fingers through his messy hair, before hopping out of bed. He didn't care what time it was. It was still dark, which meant it was too early to be awake. He didn't bother checking his watch, nor his phone, and instead headed straight to the bathroom. He had a quick shower before getting changed into some clean clothes. Just a pair of worn jeans and some random tee. What he usually wore to work. For that's where he was going. Just like every other day. He didn't mind really, working. It kept him alive. Gotta have money, you just couldn't survive without it. Plus, it meant that he now had enough to go buy himself a horse. Nothing fancy of course, but he was sure he could find a good horse at the auction on the weekend, probably green, but he didn't mind training it up himself. He was good with that sort of stuff, and he'd probably prefer it that way anyway. He had his own way of doing things. Training horses was one of those things. So yes, on the weekend, he was off to the auctions to find himself a steed. He was pretty darn excited about it too. But no time to think about that. He had work.

After eating breakfast and all that, he grabbed his phone, wallet, all the essentials really and headed out the door. Jumping into the old jeep, he revved the engine once or twice, before driving out the driveway and onto the road. It was a short drive to the store, but it was still a bit of a hassle. That's why he had been planning on turning the smaller back rooms into a second bedroom. Well, something like that really. All he needed was a couch and a coffee machine. But with a horse on the way, he'd need the paddock back at his house. Anyways, what's a few minutes every morning. He parked in the alley to the side of the store and went inside, changing the side on the front door so that it read 'open'. He quickly went through the aisles, one by one, checking to make sure that all the stock was in good condition, before heading into the back room. A saddle sat on his desk, waiting patiently for him. He had promised one of his customers that he'd fix it for him. Well, he'd finished the fixing, but he thought he might as well polish it up for him too. He was one of his regulars after all. Went through quite a bit of tack actually. He'd have to ask him about that one day.

Hearing the bell ring, announcing the arrival of a new customer, he checked his watch. It was still pretty early. He knew that the old man who owned the saddle wasn't coming around to pick it up until that afternoon, so it was probably someone else. Slightly reluctantly, he placed the saddle back on the desk and put the polish away. Hearing a soft voice, he hurried his pace just a little as he made his way into the store. He was almost surprsied to see the girl standing there. She was pretty young, but then again, for the owner of a fairly successful business, he was pretty young himself. He smiled warmly at her, walking over. "Why hello there. What can I do for you on such a fine mornin' as today?" He asked in a rather cheery voice, chuckling lightly. Yup, he was in a good mood for some odd reason. Who knew why, probably just the excitement of his first horse. Okay, so not first horse. But his first horse that he's buying with his own hard earned money, here in Lexington. Returning his thoughts to the girl standing in front of him, he wondered why she was here. It was rather early to be out saddle shopping wasn't it?

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