Cooper Whittaker

[Cooper Whittaker]

Cooper Duncan Whittaker

NEVER HAVE I EVER
felt like this before
***
Basics.

Name: Cooper Duncan Wittaker
Nickname: Coop
Age: Eighteen and a half
Birthday: August 14th
Species: Demigod
Orientation: Pansexual
Face Claim:Alexander Ludwig

NEVER BEEN THE ONE TO KNOCK
but now i’m at your door
***
Appearance.

Height: Six-feet-zero-inches
Weight: 163 lbs.
Hair: Short, blond and generally spiked up in the front.
Eyes: Piercing, icy blue
Build: Muscular,
Other: None.
Style: Cooper knows and does what it takes to look good. He's always in brand name labels, and has a sense of style to rival big name fashion designers. He can make even the most drab of clothing look good with a bit of accessorizing, and can be seen in anything from simple jeans and a graphic tee to a full blown suit, whatever happens to be in season at the time.

WELL LISTEN VERY CLOSELY
you can hear the sound
***
Personality.

Likes: Fashion, Food, Soap Operas, Dancing, Gossip
Dislikes: One night stands, ugly people, being wrong, being kept out of the loop, Ares kids.
Strengths: His eye for fashion, charisma, dance abilities
Weakness: temper, tendency to meddle with things, one track mind
Fears: Spiders. Such disgusting creatures.
Overall Personality: Cooper is a charismatic teenage girl, despite being a male. He loves drama, meddling with people's love-lives, and watching soap operas while gossiping about boys and shoes. He's good at public speaking and is generally friendly, and can be the voice of reason when need be. Coop likes to pride himself on being able to not only connect with the people in the Eros cabin but with other campers, and can have intelligent conversations when the situation calls for it. He's a people-pleaser, and his goal is to have connections all over camp. Because he's constantly doing favors for people, most of the camp owes him one, and he's not afraid to call those favors in when he needs them.

OF A LOVE THAT MAKES MY HEART BEAT
and my head spin round
***
Backstory.

Mortal Parent: Alan
Dean Whittaker - Father
Siblings: Several possible illegitimate children fathered by his dad.
Other: None.
History: Cooper was born to Alan Whittaker and a woman in a dreary little town known as Arlington, Massachusetts. His mother left him right after he was born, and caused Alan to become a drunk to cope with the sadness of the only woman he ever loved leaving. This basically left Coop to raise himself, which, as long as his father left him money for food, wasn't hard to do. As Cooper grew, his father became more of a sleezeball, bringing home a different woman every night after work.

It disgusted Cooper, to the point where he finally moved out of the house, and in with his best friend, Amanda Fields. Despite his dyslexia and ADHD, Cooper was a pretty popular kid in school, even if he didn't get the best grades and always had slight discipline issues, so it came as a surprise to everyone when he befriended the nerdy girl with wonky legs that no one else would talk to. When asked about it, Coop would only say there was something about her.

And boy, was there.

When he was 16, Coop was attacked by a hellhound on his way home from school. Amanda sprang into action....with goat legs. She managed to subdue the beast, but left Cooper confused and thinking he might have hit his head too hard. But nope, he was apparently a demigod, and Amanda was a satyr sent to take him back to a place in Manhattan known as Camp Half-Blood.

There, he was claimed quickly, and made friends with most of the people in the Eros cabin, which was something that always confused Cooper. He thought his mother would be the one to be his god parent, and his father was the single most heterosexual man he'd ever met, so being a son of Eros didn't seem to fit the description, but Coop rolled with it and soon became one of the most liked people in the camp, mostly due to being the cabin leader for Eros.

IT FEELS LIKE FIRE AND ICE
you bring my body to life
***
Puppeteer.

Name: Tinker (for the most part, but you can call me Kiro, or Caz, or EJ, or whatever.)
Age: Old enough.
Contacts: PM, Chatbox, or if I'm not around and Stellar is, let Stellar know and she can skype me.
Experience: That, is an excellent question.
Role-Playing Sample: Troy could not sleep. He didn’t know why he couldn’t, just that he couldn’t. This was a rather frequent occurrence for him, so he spent a lot of his time wandering around the halls of the school at all ungodly hours of the morning, much like he was doing now. Fortunately, his roommates Thomas and Hal, were heavy sleepers and his time spent as an assassin had helped him perfect the art of stealth, so he generally managed to slip out of his room quietly and unnoticed. On this particular night, Troy had every intention of wandering down to the library and seeing if he couldn’t find a good detective novel.

Troy was always a sucker for detective novels, pitting his own intellect against that of the author, see if he couldn’t figure out who the killer was by the end of the book. The only times he wasn’t able to were the times when the killer wasn’t introduced as a major character in that particular story, which Troy considered cheating on the author’s part. As the great Agatha Christie may have said, (Troy wasn’t really sure), “The thrill is in the chase, never in the capture.” This philosophy was something Troy himself lived by, prefering to toy with his targets a bit before offing them like the other Court agents did.

However, the moment he’d stepped out of his dorm room, he heard something interesting coming from one of the dorms next door. Troy quietly slipped into the shadows and got closer to hear things better. The commotion was coming from Dorm 1, which happened to be Hatter’s dorm. Since their meeting in the common room, Troy had taken a “professional interest” in Hatter, and liked to keep tabs on him, almost to the point of being a stalker. Not that Hatter ever saw him, but that was beyond the point.

But, neither of the boys standing at the door were Hatter. Troy recognized one of them as one of Hatter’s roommates, Robin. He’d never really liked Robin, but then again, Troy didn’t really like people in general. The other one looked familiar to Troy, but he was sure the two of them had never met personally. He did a quick mental scan of all the people in the school he could recognize and put a name to, and the name Damon Shadows popped into Troy’s head. Yes, that’s who the small blond one was.

Troy had passed him a few times in the hallway, and had caused the boy to quake a bit, just by smiling at him. What Troy didn’t know was that his grin looked slightly demented, and just added to his overall insane appearance, coupled with the skulking around and psycho-babble and whatnot.

He slinked into the corner of the hallway, quiet as a mouse as not to alert the others to his presence, and settled down to get a better look at the show. From what he was able to catch, the blond one, Damon, was scared of something or other, and Robin was “there for him, thug.” Troy didn’t really understand the purpose of calling something so small, meek and timid a “thug”, especially when the only ‘thugs’ Troy had seen consisted of burly sailor men from Italy, but he was still relatively new to Americanisms. And then he heard something of a show stopper.

“I wanted to cuddle”

It came from the blond one, and Troy smiled. “Oh ho ho. Ze plot, she thickens.” Troy muttered to himself. That’s when Troy’s trained ears picked up on a sound of sheets ruffling, and he knew that Hatter was awake and about to join the party. Suddenly he wished he’d brought the American cinema snack, popped corn, with lots of butter and salt. Maybe some of those red licorices that everyone seemed to love so much. Thinking about it, Troy realized how fat Americans as a people were, and the thought made him shudder.

Troy pressed his back against the wall, and slid down, pulling his knees to his chest. This was much, much better than any boring old detective novel, and the librarian wasn’t fond of students being there after hours, anyway. Instead, Troy was settled in comfortably for what promised to be an interesting show.

[stellar]

Hey Coop. Yeah, you're accepted bud. Go gossip about the faceclaims and who's who, why don't you?