Post by Cooper Lachlan Thomas on May 3, 2010 19:17:42 GMT -5
( NO ROOM FOR MY OBSESSION )
COOPER LACHLAN THOMAS.
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send her back across the sea.
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AGE • 17
WHERE DID YOU FIND US • Caution
CONTACTS • pm
OTHER CHARACTERS • negative
ANYTHING ELSE • anything else we should know?
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as the fog begins to thicken.
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NICKNAMES • Lachie on the occasion that someone feels the need to push his buttons.
DATE OF BIRTH • October 22, 1988
SEXUALITY • straight
OCCUPATION • stable boy/groom/occasional instructor...as soon as he finds a job.
ALGONQUIAN STABLES/CROATOAN STABLES • Neither currently as he is new in town but he's likely to submit a resume to both.
CANON/ORIGINAL • original
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( IRRESPECTIVE OF THE SUBJECT )
i will make it apply.
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EYES • Bluish, greyish, greenish.
CLOTHING • Typically jeans and any old shirt, occasionally a hat. He doesn't really have enough extra money laying around to get extravagant. His style could be described as bum.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT • 6'1" and 175lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES • Sloppy hair and fairly significant height. The accent doesn't help either.
PLAYBY • Robert Pattinson
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( TELL ME THE LOCATION )
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LIKES • black and white films(although he rarely pays much attention and couldn't tell you any titles. He just likes watching them.), his Ducati (even though his mother would rather he had never gotten it.), large dogs (ironically enough, small ones petrify him.), traveling (he's a restless soul.), pokemon mac n cheese (he'll swear otherwise however, especially if someone female asks.), working up a sweat (it's a good way to relieve stress and he has a lot of that.), hats (on the days where his messy hair has the potential to make him self conscious....or when it's cold.), girls (even if he isn't the most suave with those his own age.), kids (they're a lot easier to talk to and often share the same mind set as him.), playing guitar (another thing he doesn't flaunt. He doesn't want women flocking to him because he's an aspiring musician...because he's not one. He merely plays for pleasure.)
DISLIKES • getting deep, emotional advice from people (it's none of their business and they don't know the whole story.), small dogs (as previously mentioned, they're freaky.), modern day television (he's convinced it rots people's brains. More than anything though, it makes him insanely uncomfortable anytime people kiss on screen. It feels like he's watching porn, even though he isn't.), the color brown (he could write his name in a pink marker before he'd write it in a brown one. It's a weird quirk.), men making a pass at him (it's not because he's homophobic, he has no problem with that. It's just because he has some past experiences that have made him extremely cautious. Cautious is probably an understatement.), walking past lingerie stores (he's a dork. Enough said. He has zero problem with lingerie, he just doesn't want to have to blush while he's walking through the mall.), people mocking his accent (he's to stubborn to try and talk like an American but if he hears "Ohmygosh, are you British?" one more time, he's likely blow a gasket. Besides, he's Scottish. It's different.), his mother's ability to track him down no matter where he is (he left because he needed some time to think things over. Daily calls make him feel like he's right back home.), fake whatever (plastic surgery has a weird tendency to make most people look worse.), that one kid in the 5th grade who poured a bottle of Elmer's glue down is gym shorts.(it was uncalled for.)
STRENGTHS • the ability to remove himself from a situation emotionally (of course, it could be considered a weakness as well.), an eye for good horse flesh (it's helped him get a job more than once.), can juggle up to four items at a time (it's really his only true talent that he uses.)
WEAKNESSES • has trouble coping with the past (he's a jaded soul.), gets nervous around girls his age, especially the pretty ones (he can't explain why he stutters, because there's no reason he should. It just happens.), beetles (he will run and probably scream like a little girl if he sees one. They're ugly.)
FEARS/SECRETS • his entire childhood (we'll save the explanation for his history.), getting back on a horse (this will also be explained although he's not likely to explain it to anyone in person. If asked why he has a horse, but doesn't ride, he'll probably just shrug it off.)
PERSONALITY • Cooper is the kind of guy every girl loves but doesn't want to date. Considering he's hardly emotionally stable, that's usually fine with him. He's a bit old fashioned and doesn't party. It simply isn't in his nature to let go of his inhibitions. The majority of the time he can seem care free enough for anyone but there are days when he's nothing but an absolute bear. He tends to stay home those days to spare everyone a few hurt feelings. While he doesn't play Nintendo or spend 23 hours out of the day on an Xbox 360, Cooper is still a bona fide dork or maybe just a sweet guy. It's really hard to distinguish one from the other.
Perhaps one of his fatal flaws is the fact that he doesn't let anyone get very close to him. When it comes to personal emotions, Cooper is quite reserved. He doesn't give up details of his past very often and finds it hard to trust anyone with such important information. More than anything he's ashamed of himself and of what happened to him. A part of him even goes so far as to blame himself. To put it simply, Cooper is stuck in a rut of self pity and runs from any sort of commitment, whether it be in a relationship, friendship, or even a steady job. He's plain out scared of letting anyone get close and the moment they start prying into his personal life, he freaks out. Cooper has a bit of a temper hidden and it shows itself the moment people start asking questions. Some yelled expletives and he generally runs off to the next town.
Other than though he truly is a good guy. He's fantastic with kids, the most unwild 21 year old that ever existed, and the most likely to sympathize with any nutsty situation you might get into. More than anything he'd like to be happy, he just doesn't think he deserves it or that anyone should be burdened with him. He needs some sense knocked into him but that's the case with quite a few people. Cooper's rough around the edges, has a bit of a dark hidden persona, but once you get past that you'd never want him to leave your side.
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( FORCE TOO MANY INTO MY HAND )
and i will not comprehend.
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Elizabeth McCallan Thomas-48-mother
Douglas Thomas- Deceased- father
SIBLINGS •
Lillian Thomas- deceased at 7 years of age- sister.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS •
Callum Thomas- 50- uncle
HISTORY • Douglas and Elizabeth Thomas fancied themselves in love. Both were from prominent families in their small Scottish village and thought that being together was the easiest thing to do. It was for awhile. They were given two children within a year of each other, Cooper and Lily. When Cooper was two and Lily one, Douglas went off to fight in the Gulf War. He was killed not long after arriving in a freak accident of sorts. Thus Callum, the children's uncle and Douglas' brother, felt the need to step in as a father figure. He insisted that both young children call him Dad and young as they were, it didn't take them long to think of him as that. Elizabeth made no move to tell stories of their actual father and just let them completely forget him. For all ethical purposes, Callum was now their father, they only one they knew. As far as their knowledge went, he was the only one they had ever had.
Callum was given to drunken rages and one might have thought he had Irish ancestry with the way he was given to the drink. Elizabeth might have figured it out sooner but by the time he let one of his rages out towards her, it was too late. After all, she was far from emotionally stable herself after the death of her husband and she needed Callum. By all outward appearances it was a happy little make shift family and they were lucky to be together. Sadly, things were different when no one was watching. In the secret setting of their home, Callum began to hit the children when he was angry about one thing or another. He'd shove Cooper and Lily accross the room at first and eventually he resort to using his fist against their faces. In little time, both kids were petrified of Callum and of alcohol all together. They couldn't even go to their mother for help for she pretended nothing happened, even when she'd seen it with her own two eyes.
One night when Cooper was 8 and Lily was 7 something especially terrible happened. Callum hadn't recieved his pay for the week thanks to the hangover he'd had keeping him from getting up early enough to retrieve it. His own mistake set him off. Callum didn't want to blame himself and so he blamed Lily the moment she got home from her all girls school just down the road. He hit her until she lay bleeding on the ground and then kicked her as Cooper finally made it home and through the door. Immediately he threw himself in front of Lily, sustaining as much of the blows as she did. It was little good though, for Lily was already in a better place. Callum eventually stumbled off and passed out drunkenly, leaving an opportunity for their mother to rush to them. She sobbed once she realized she lost her little girl but instead of seeking punishment for the man who had commited murder, she staged the entire thing. Car crashes were a common cause of death. She packed them in the car, Lily in the front seat beside her, and an unconcious Cooper in the back seat. Elizabeth drove off the side of the road and down an unbankment and swore by her life that a dog had run out in front of them and sobbed her eyes out when they told her her daughter was dead, even though she already knew.
It was a small town and the family viewed to be respectable. No one suspected anything. Lily was buried within the week and Cooper was left to go back to his home now completely alone. He remained indifferent to Callum's blows, pretended they didn't hurt and just glared back at the man, and completely spurned his mother for the time being. As for his school work, it was poor. His grandparents, noticing his distant attitude suggested he come work at the family stables. His mother agreed without argument and Cooper was sent off for the summer to learn to ride and work for a living, being 9 years old at the time. Callum had insisted Cooper do extensive chores in exchange for his grandparents looking after him. Cooper thrived away from home and quickly opened up, even if not completely, to the world around him. He proved that he had some talent and was a general gem for his aging grandparents to have around. And so when he asked if he could stay longer, they had agreed. Callum and Elizabeth had had little choice and Callum secretly didn't mind the boy being out of his hair.
Cooper stayed with his grandparents as much as possible, never going home and never seeing Callum. Elizabeth would occasionally visit him even though he wished she wouldn't. He had never forgiven her and never intended to. Meanwhile his grandparents remained blind to all that had gone on in Cooper's past for he'd never told them. When they died within a month of each other they left the estate to Elizabeth and Callum, knowing how much the then 13 year old Cooper loved the horses and remote countryside. Cooper was far from thrilled. When he cried at his grandparents funerals he wept not only for them, but for himself. Callum began touching him not long after they were all under the same rough again. At first it was casual arm squeezes and long looks. And then it was much more. On July 19th, when Cooper was 14 he was raped in his own bed. At least once a week after that, the same thing happened again. Not only was Callum abusing him, but he was molesting him. Once again Cooper withdrew, spending all his time with the horses and little time on schoolwork, or in school at all.
In order to keep somewhat sane, Cooper trained rigorously, capturing national recognition as he won competition after competition. He was jumping amazingly well and his horse was in his prime. Nothing, not even nightly visits from Callum could keep him from winning. Until one night. Cooper fought it. He was big enough, he'd grown, he was 17years old. He should be able to keep who he believed to be his blood father from degrading him for the millionth time.It hadn't worked. Callum had said horrible things and forced him to endure more pain and humiliation than ever before. In competition the next morning he took the fourth jump too quickly. Red hadn't had the time to collect himself and it had been all his fault, Cooper knew it had been. He suffered from temporary paralysis and vowed never to ride again. He couldn't be trusted to be on the back of such a prime animal. However, he couldn't bring himself to give up Red. His mother finally came to her senses and helped him. Together they sent Callum to jail. On Cooper's 20th birthday, something was still missing. Thus, his wandering began.
Cooper couldn't really tell you what compelled him to come to Roanoke, it was a pull. He'd heard about the whole disappearing settlement and disappearing was something that highly appealed to him at the time. He has no knowledge of the chosen ones or the fact that he is actually one of them. A female ancestor of the last name Thomas settled near by and had a very questionable imprisonment in an Algonquin tribe. Once her husband had retrieved her they set back for Scotland, scared out of their minds. 9 months later a child with dark hair was born and thus an interesting line of Thomas' ensued.
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( PUT ON YOUR GLOVES )
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE • Nevaeh had awoken early that morning and had actually gone to her maid's quarters to seek the woman's assistance. There was a purpose at hand, one that involved getting out of the house before her mother rose and bombarded her with plans for the day she'd had no idea about. As she sat, looking at herself in the mirror while her maid put up her hair, she already felt gulity. For there was a reason her mother was so torturous when it came to possible suitors. The woman was convinced that they'd die without their money. Although Nevaeh had spent her entire life in good fortune, she found it hard to actually care that everything was gone. Society would, of course, tear them apart if they were to find out. Nevaeh didn't doubt that that was her mother's greatest fear. When one relied so wholly on other's approval their life took on an entirely different spin than everyone else's. As it was, the majority of the ton were also caught up in that certain spin.
Wary of the time, Nevaeh stood up before her maid had had time to perfect things. Upon seeing the perplexed look on her maid's face, she gave a small smile. "Thank you, Lina. That will do." For a moment she nearly expected her to say something back but as the seconds ticked by, she shut her mouth, nodded her head, and silently walked out of the room. Looking back at herself in the mirror, Nevaeh fought off a frown. The sage green dress was lovely enough but it was beginning to be over used with the lack of new clothing coming in. She definitely wasn't going to be getting anything new soon. Knowing that Lina was swift with a needle, Nevaeh made the quick decision to speak with her about remaking a couple of her dresses upon her return. There certainly wasn't time to speak about it now.
The sun beginning to make an appearance, Nevaeh took two stairs at a time in order to get out the door before she heard her mother's yell. Instead of turning back as she should have, she continued. She had accepted that she would have to marry sooner than she wanted and that it was not going to be out of something as folly as love, but a young woman could only handle so many men coming through her doors at a time. Nevaeh had reached her quota and a day off would refresh her for the inevitable tortures of tomorrow.
Her entire morning was spent in Hyde park, watching a group of ducks attack anyone who got to close to them. On one rather humorous occasion, a young man meant to pluck a feather for the woman he was with. It hadn't worked out for him for the duck fancied plucking out the majority of hair consisting of his left eyebrow. Nevaeh had held off her laughter until after he'd run off, grabbing the hand of his beloved and tugging her along. If she could replay that moment in her mind every day for the rest of her life she would die a contented woman.
After the park she went in search of lunch and ended up satisfying herself with a couple of sweets. She'd already proven disobedient that day so eating chocolate for lunch was plausible. It was while she sat at the bench, closing her eyes and reveling in the flavor, that she realized how idle her hands felt. It was a subtle reminder that it had been days since she'd written down any thing at all. She'd finished off her latest diary nearly a week ago and she wasn't of the state of mind to just write her feelings onto loose pieces of paper. Things were much easier found that way and the things she sometimes thought could be hurtful to whoever found them.
Being out alone felt strange, as her mother often liked to accompany her and point out all the possible suitors she could have along the way. It was often on these outings that her mother would disappear from her side and set up luncheons with the most eligible she saw that day. Nevaeh was happy to have the freedom of knowing that anyone of good standing she saw today was not going to end up at her dinner table within the week, Her lips curving upwards into a pleasant smile, Nevaeh stepped out of the way as a woman exited then took the necessary steps to enter the book shop. Not bothering to study the faces around her, for there was little need, Nevaeh went to where she knew blank books would be located. Her habits in the past involved the simple, leather bound sort, something she could let her mind take over instead of it being something so frivolous that it distracted her completely from the task at hand.
A thoughtful expression on her face, she slid her blue eyes over the small variety of journals before her, not at all positive which one would suit her needs. Acting on an impulse she picked up a darker one and ran her hands over both covers. It was just as a triumphant smile lit up her features that she heard a familiar voice. Rolling her eyes, Nevaeh couldn't help but listen in on what was taking place. She heard some girl's unaware tittering. Obviously the poor thing had not come into contact with the duke before. She heard his tones take on a sharper quality as he insulted the girl in the most blatant way possible. Nevaeh frowned and looked to the door as a girl's figure came into view, in the act of running away. Seeing that rain had begun to fall, she pitied the girl, knowing that getting wet would only ruin her day further and that there would be no sunshine to cheer her up.
Growing slightly angry, Nevaeh moved to the end of the aisle she was in, journal in hand, and searched for Emory. Once finding him, she stepped up beside him, eyes on the poetry books as she pretended to peruse the titles. "Obviously you've become no more charming than the day we met," she accused in low tones. She waited a few moments before glancing over at him. "You just ruined that poor girl's entire day with very little reasoning." She wasn't looking for an argument but if that was what was meant to ensue she was hardly going to run away from it.
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