Post by christopher cole cooper on May 17, 2011 21:07:24 GMT -5
*CHRISTOPHER COLE COOPER,
“don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened”
“don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened”
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[/color][/center]*i'm beautiful in my own way,
» FULL NAME: christopher cole cooper
» NICKNAMES: chris, mostly. any other inventive ones are welcome though!
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: 17, april 12th
» GENDER: male
» ORIENTATION: straight
» YEAR/ SCHOOL: carmel high, junior year
» CLUBS: glee club (vocal adrenaline), football team (quarterback),
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
*'cause god makes no mistakes,
» HAIR: chris's hair is a golden blonde; he usually tries to keep it neat and tidy.
» EYES: his eyes are a pale blue; so pale in fact, that at times they appear almost gray.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: chris is approximately 6 feet tall, and weighs close to 180 pounds
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: none to speak of, but he's considering getting a small tattoo one day.
» STYLE: if it had to be put into a category, it could be said that chris mostly wears things that would fit into a "preppy boy" category; brand names, polos, you know the like.
» BODY TYPE: chris is pretty darn fit from all the football playing and working out, and it isn't hard to see.
» PLAY-BY: christopher egan!
*i'm on the right track baby,
» LIKES:
[x] singing/playing guitar
[x] reading
[x] football
[x] dogs
[x] running
[x] writing
[x] hockey
[x] coffee shops
» DISLIKES:
[x] being made fun of when he shows his sensitivity
[x] bullies
[x] cowards
[x] posers
[x] stuck-up people
» STRENGTHS:
[x] honest
[x] relatively attractive/fit
[x] kind
[x] generous
[x] easy-going
» WEAKNESSES:
[x] judgmental at times
[x] doesn't often take things seriously
[x] can be moody
[x] inexperienced with relationships
[x] risk-taker
[x] commitment issues, in a sense
[x] a heart-breaker, though he doesn't realize it
» SECRETS:
[x] he's only had one girlfriend who lasted more than a month (they were together for nearly a year)
[x] as much as he hates to admit it, he does care what people think of him sometimes
[x] he's flighty; don't expect him to stay in a relationship that's anything more than friends for too long
[x] his mom has breast cancer, and he doesn't like to tell people or talk about it
» GOALS:
[x] fall in love, for real
[x] graduate with great grades, get into university
[x] publish a novel
[x] make new friends; be well liked at carmel
» OVERALL PERSONALITY: Chris is probably one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet, especially when dealing with those at the high school age. He's friendly, and he wouldn't hesitate to approach a stranger and initiate a conversation. He's always looking to make new friends, and tries his hardest to keep from making any enemies. If he doesn't like someone, he'll just avoid them, rather than start any conflicts.
If there's one place where Chris has problems in his life, it's with girls. He's pretty naive; he doesn't usually realize that someone likes him until they tell him straight up. Because he's always looking for friendship and normally nothing more, he ignores obvious signs.
The longest relationship he's ever had lasted all of nine months, and that was when he was fifteen. He's not looking for a fling-y high school relationship; he wants the real deal. At the same time, however, it seems he's hypocritically creating just that; his relationships don't last very long, and he usually ends up being the one to dump the girl. If he has any doubts about a girl he's with, he usually tends to act impulsively and leave her right away. He's a heart-breaker in a sense, but he doesn't even realize it.
*i was born this way,
» PARENTS: anabelle cooper, bryan cooper
» SIBLINGS: younger sister, ellen (14)
» PETS: golden retriever: champ
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: none at the moment
» HISTORY:
Chris was born on April 12th, 1994, and was raised in Toronto, Canada. He lived there for the majority of his childhood, and just moved to Ohio last year during the summer. If he had to be honest with himself, he didn't really have any problems with moving away from his hometown; he'd lost his best friend and girlfriend the year before, so there wasn't anything important left for him in Toronto. He enrolled at Carmel for his junior year of high school upon arriving in Lima.
He was always, and still is, very close to his father, and they spend a lot of time together. If Chris has a problem, his dad is usually the one he'll go to; he hasn't really made any close friends in Lima yet, but even if he did, his dad would still be the first person he'd confide in. They enjoyed sailing together when they had the opportunity in Canada, and skating and playing hockey during the colder seasons. His father was the one who got him started on playing hockey, when he was about five years old. He was pretty disappointed to discover that there weren't really many chances to play hockey in Lima.
The only long-term relationship that Chris ever managed to stay in occured when he was only fifteen. It lasted nine months and ended when Chris discovered that his best friend, Darren, and his girlfriend, Stephanie, were secretly hooking up behind his back. Really, it was the end of two long term relationships. Being the optimist that he usually is, he's tried to tell himself it was for the best, and that clearly none of the relationships were meant to last. His trust is still hindered a bit, but after three years he's managed to, for the most part, get past it.
Chris's mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when he was 13, and she's still struggling with it after four years. He tries to be there for her whenever possible, and finds himself doing a lot of work around the house. He knows there isn't much time left for her, but he tries to stay strong. He generally tries to stay away from this topic when he's with others, and not many know about the situation.
Although his dad was big on sports and really pushed them on Chris when he was younger, Chris has always had an interest in music. Sure, sports are great and he loves them, but music is something different for him. He's never taken a single professional class, but he keeps up with those who have pretty easily. He taught himself to play guitar when he was twelve, and he's been singing ever since he could speak.
*don't hide yourself in regret,
» NAME/ALIAS: maddy :3
» AGE: 16
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: i started off role-playing warriors and have been doing that for about 5 years now, and just this year started out with people!
» HOW YOU FOUND US: an advertising board on.... some other site. i can't remember which!
» CODE PHRASE: -admin approved-
» RP SAMPLE:( an example from one of my cat RPing sites ^^ )
Reedpool.
The memories that she had fought so hard to erase from her mind were quickly flooding back, and she found that for the first time in seasons, she couldn't stop them, couldn't fight back. Suddenly, they were there, and she was drowning in her own past. Images flashed through her mind, images of Reedpool and herself, together. Each new vision brought with it an excruciating inner pain, growing stronger, stabbing harder at her heart. She saw each of them clearly, remembered them just as they had happened; the immature battle between the two of them that had taken place shortly after they first met as apprentices, the day when they confessed their feelings for each other, Reedpool teaching her how to better her fishing skills, the day she fell in the river, how he saved her ... the times they had spent together were seemingly endless.
Reedpool.
She knew it was coming. If she was re-living all the good memories, why spare the bad ones? Her mind was torturing her. It was like a nightmare; she was being chased by a demon, and just when she felt that she was finally escaping its grasp, finally out of its reach, she came to a dead end. And she was cornered. And then it came to her, crushing her in its merciless grasp. She saw that fateful day in her mind, playing out just as it had happened some 20 moons before. She felt the emotions stream through her once again; pain, sorrow, anger, hate...
Icewhisker lay outside the Nursery, her belly swollen with the kits she was expecting. The sun was bright, and she was feeling extremely content as the warm rays were absorbed into her fur. She had never felt happier than she did at that moment. She had Reedpool; that was all that mattered to her. Her past was forgotten; those long, cold days she had spent in the forest, alone. All of that was done and over with, and now she had Reedpool. It had been moons since she had snapped at anyone, and she was even beginning to make friends with the other felines in RiverClan. Although she wasn't familiar with her new self, she was pleased.
Suddenly, two cats burst through the reeds on one side of the clearing, disturbing the calmness and serenity that had been created. Icewhisker snapped to attention, her ears pricked forwards. It was the dawn patrol; Silversky, Rootleg, and .... where was Reedpool, Whitepatch, and Darkwing?
She quickly scrambled to her feet, worry striking her strongly. Why had they not returned with the rest of the patrol? She felt her paws carry her over to where the two had gathered around their leader. She could just barely make out what they were saying.
"There was a ThunderClan patrol, and they accused us of stealing their prey!" Silversky was saying, her fur on end. A low growl escaped from Rootleg's throat at her words.
"So they attacked us. We were given an advantage, having one more cat than them, and for a while we were winning. But then Russetwhisker pinned down Reedpool, and..." She trailed off as Icewhisker grew nearer. The three cats turned to look at her, and she thought she could trace what seemed to be sympathy in their eyes. Feeling uncomfortable under their gazes, Icewhisker dipped her head and backed away, a little unnerved.
Just then, she saw Whitepatch and Darkwing slowly padding down towards the clearing from the main entrance, something large and dark thrown across their shoulders. They traveled slowly, trying to keep whatever it was balanced. They both looked pretty torn up; ThunderClan must have put up quite a fight. As Icewhisker rushed over to help them out, she was again struck with worry. Where was Reedpool?
She saw Darkwing's eyes widen as she headed towards them, and Whitepatch shook her head quickly. Icewhisker rolled her eyes. It was just like them to want to do everything themselves, without the help of anyone else. She continued towards them, a small grin on her face. But as she grew closer, her steps faltered, and the smile was wiped from her face, to be replaced with an expression of utter shock.
The shape that they were carry wasn't just a shape. It was a cat.
It was Reedpool.
She felt her legs buckle from beneath her, and then she was on the ground. She heard someone wailing in the distance, and was not aware at the time that it was in fact her. She was unaware of those around her, all she could see was Reedpool, her love, his eyes open, staring blankly, lifelessly, towards her. She would never love again. Never.
"Reedpool." She whispered his name as she was brought back to the present, her voice trembling. The torrent of memories was finished, ending with a bang. It left her feeling shaken, damaged. It frightened her that she could feel this much because of one cat. How could one cat bestow this many emotions upon her? Love was a scary thing.
A scary thing that she never wanted to go through again.
As she finally snapped out of her own thoughts, Icewhisker saw that Windedflame's gaze had not left her the whole time she'd been ... gone.
"Temper, temper. Maybe that's why nobody enjoys visiting you in the nursery. You should really work on your anger, Icewhisker, otherwise no tom will fancy you. I'm sure that every cat who dies will send a silent prayer up to StarClan, thanking them that they won't have to face you and your pettiness again."
So, so harsh. Especially for her. She stood sharply, her icy eyes penetrating. She felt that angry spark within her light up again, and when she spoke her voice was harsh.
"I have been loved! How dare you say that no tom would fancy me? I have felt love! I have been in love! Reedpool would prove you wrong, if only he were here!" She was yowling, but she didn't care what attention she drew.
"And what do you know about love?! Not much, clearly. I doubt that you have ever felt love. And you never will, if you continue to speak as harshly to others as you do to me!" She finished, her voice still ringing around the clearing.
"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like..I didn't mean that nobody would ever want you.."
Hearing his apology, she almost wished she could take back what she had just said. Almost. She had been just as harsh to him as he had been to her, and it wasn't fair for her to yell at him. She hoped he would understand the state she was in, hoped he would forgive her. As he loped away, she sighed, dropping back down to her stomach. A moment later he returned with a fish in his jaws. He placed it in front of her, offering it.
She looked down at the prey, and then up at the tom.
"I really don't deserve this right now." She concluded.
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