DRAVEN, COOPER MORRISSEY
Apr 20, 2011 1:13:53 GMT -5
Post by cooperdraven on Apr 20, 2011 1:13:53 GMT -5
cooper morrissey draven.
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/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. cooper morrissey draven
stage name. cooper draven
nicknames. None
age dob. twenty three, july 8th
gender. male
sexual orientation.l heterosexual
career.tv/film actor
hometown. san francisco, california
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 6'0"
eyes. brown, chcolate
hair. brown, long
build. slim
distinguishing features. Various tattoos: He has "Love is not a victory march" in simple type face on his lft shoulder. This was his first tattoo and he got it when he was 17, with a friend watching on.
Max from where the wild things are on his right wrist. He got it when his son Noel decided it was his favorite book at 2 1/2 years old.
A San Francisco giants logo on His right rib.
"No Lies, Just Love" on his his wrists in two parts. A lyric from Bright Eyes
Batman on his upper right bicep. This was just a really drunk mistake. It's the batman from brave and the bold.
play-by. Jim Sturgess
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves. black and white film, film noir, detective stories, marijuana, pizza, skateboarding, cardigans, baseball, sports
hates. cheese, wheat bread, yo-yo's, health food, hospitals, grocery shopping
quirks. speaks with a slight slur and accent, always playing with his hair, always playing with his accessories.
aspirations. Win an Independent Spirit Award, Be nominated for an Academy Award, be cast as a superhero
secrets. Suffers from depression, Had a failed suicide attempt
personality evaluated.
Cooper is a complex man. He can come across as pretentious and full of himself. But he is simply confident, intelligent, and does his research about the material he's talking about. Cooper is a people person. He talks and is at ease in front of a camera, a skill he picked up from his parents. He looks you in the eye, gives you harmless physical contact, and disarms you with a smile. He's a true romantic, and an artist at heart. Cooper can be a bit of a rebel, dismissing any form of authority and believing his way is always better, or at least more productive. He finds himself doing what he thinks will be pleasurable or enjoyable to himself. Cooper sees the world through the eyes of an artist. He always sees a shot or a photograph when looking at things, and carries a small notebook to write ideas down with him. He's deeply appreciative of small beauty and innocence, something he sees embodied in his son. He mirrors his personality, whether subconsciously or conciously very much with Ferris Bueller, his absolute favorite movie character ever. Cooper can come across as an arrogant, prick. But he has a big heart.
Cooper is incredibly open minded and liberal. He's an atheist, but respects all religions and is welcome to attending any of their ceremonies. He's heavily involved politically and with civil rights protests. This has often landed him with small arrests and fines. But, Cooper believes that everyone should have equal rights and is willing to stand up for others. The small idealist in him wants to help everyone and anyone.
A very particular side of Cooper appears strictly when he's at work. Having acted his whole life, he has become deeply enamored with the craft. He's not silly and outgoing when at work. He becomes focused completely, staying in character even after the shot is taken, and all throughout rehearsals. Cooper prides himself strongly on being a method actor, gaining or losing weight for roles, and acquainting himself with any skills his character might have. This intense dedication to acting has led him to pick up mundane, but interesting skills such as fencing, horse riding, and accordion playing. Cooper at work and in the world at large are completely different people.
Cooper can be very dark. He suffers from depression that makes him a bit difficult to deal with at times. When he suffers from an attack of depression he hides in his room and writes or reads Shakespeare. It's how he deals with it. Cooper has been hurt many times before, and the abandonment of his child's mother almost drove him to suicide. He constantly deals with suicidal urges, and finds himself looking around rooms to find objects that he could jab into his eye. Cooper dislikes himself as a person, openly admitting that he can be a pain in the ass, and that he's slightly arrogant. He managed to hide these things well, and only few weer actually see how cold he can be toward himself.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father. Sebastian Kingsley Draven, 68, producer
mother. Emma Renee Draven nee Locke, 65, actress
siblings. Billie Jean Draven, 21, college student
pets. Kremlin, beagle puppy
other family. Noel Ziggy Draven, son, 6
history evaluated.
-Born in Los Angeles, California to an actress and her producer husband. The first born, he was mostly neglected by his busy parents and raised by the baby sitter. The baby sitter encouraged him fro man early age to put on small skits for her, both to pass the time and to foster his creativity. These small skits would be his inspiration for acting professionally and as a hobby for the rest of his life.
-Started acting early, in Elementary school. His first play was the Wizard of Oz, where he played the Wizard. He kept doing theater, acting in roles such as Robin Hood, and the Big Bad Wolf in Elementary school.
- He started watching film early in his life, watching classic films when he was young and kind of growing up through film. His favorite films are Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Raiders of The Lost Ark. Ferris Bueller's character would impact how he carried himself.
-Went to boarding school in England at age 13 to study theater. His favorite role there was Mercutio. He expanded his acting repertoire by doing plenty of Shakespeare and Wilde. He also began doing some musical theater and began to dance here.
- At 16 he joined a Monty Python tribute troupe, after his appreciation for British comedy grew.
-Got a girl pregnant. She gave birth to his son Noel at age 17, before disappearing back to her mother Russia. Cooper would begin to take care of the kid, and love him dearly. He would send the boy back to the United States to be taken care of by the same baby sitter until he returned.
-At 17 he began experimenting with psychedelic drugs and old cameras, making random films that he considered "artsy." He grew to be pretty ashamed of these early efforts at film, but they taught him about the small technicalities of film such as sound, and framing.
-At 18 he enrolled in UC Berkeley, going in for a film degree and a minor in philosophy. He graduated in three years, after focusing stritcly on his studies. He graduated Summa Cum Laude.
-He participated in some local commercials and local broadcasts of San Francisco Giants games as an interviewer. A team representative encouraged him to go off and actually pursue the career he wanted, giving him tickets to games whenever he desired them. His love for his hometown Giants would become a life long obsession on par with film.
-Signed on to a pilot about detectives in the 40's, but the pilot was shut down, driving him to depression. Cooper lost his apartment, and began living in the streets for a few months, before moving in with his sister at her dorm.
-Spent the next year writing a movie about heartbreak and abandonment called "Fragility."
-Shot it, and released it by himself. It received positive reviews, but was not widely seen. He turned it into several film festivals but was rejected from all of them. However, the film became a sort of cult classic amongst college students, and gave Cooper a bit of celebrity when he went out in town.
-The rejection of the film severely depressed him, leading to a failed suicide attempt. After spending a month in a mental care facility he decided to give the industry of film one more chance.
/ christmas came early for me
alias. draven
years of rp experience. 8 ish
other characters. none
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roleplay sample.The rain trickled lightly against the brim of his tan fedora. The steady beat of the droplets of rain slapping against the fedora reassured him. Every drop, a small feeling of comfort, of familiarity. He knew this life. Of standing on a low rooftop. Watching a rotund man and his stupid, but burly henchmen slap women around. A soft thud was heard as the frail girl hit the ground. A poor prostitute, born into a life of no money, into a city that offered no love. He slowly, calmly made his way down a fire escape. He wanted to jump out, to land on the men. But he wasn't the Bat. He couldn't simply open a cape and glide. He placed his hands on the sides of the stairs and his legs too, sliding down the small ladder slowly.
He hung from the ground for a few brief seconds before letting go, bending his knees to absorb the shock and the noise made by his stiff leather shoes. His eyes darted quickly toward the three men. They showed no signs of having heard him. He stuck his hands into his coat pockets. The initial appearance was most important. His eyes examined the man.
The leader. Fat and balding. Expensive rings and a suit. Small stain of spaghetti sauce on the collar of his shirt. Carelessness apparent. His eyes moved down toward the man's coat when it moved, watching the movement carefully. A small bundle. Probably a .9mm handgun. He would have to use on e of the henchmen as cover. If the fat man tried to flee, he would be caught. Not a high risk factor.
The second furthest from him was a tall, lean man. Examining the shape of his hands and knuckles revealed an experienced brawler. Possibly a boxer. The training would simply be an inconvenience. He wore brass knuckles. The real problem would be dodging them. One or two punches and the Question would find himself floored. Youth was still on the man's side and he looked quick as a rat. None the less, a second hand thug. He would be dealt with easily.
The third man was, of course, the most worrying. He openly carried a shotgun with the barrel sawed off. Completely bald, with a ugly purple scar running down the entire left side of his head. He began to formulate a plan.
The Question moved silently, kneeling behind the bald man and balled his hand into a hard fist, driving it into the man's right leg. He punched with enough force to dislocate the knee, and draw a loud shout from the man. As the large man began to fall, The Question placed a firm kick onto the man's back, driving him into the pavement, breaking his nose and knocking him unconscious.
The speed he performed that sequence in was dazzling. It was practiced. A second nature, refined in Hub City. The leader began to draw his gun. The Question had mere seconds. From the corner of his eye, he saw brass catch a glint of light. He ducked, hearing the air cut above him by a fist. He stood and grabbed the man's arm, using his momentum to turn his body toward his leader's, mere seconds before the loud boom of three gunshot left the barrel. The Question felt the man he was using as a shield stiffen before pushing him onto his boss. This lack of control made the man irrational, making him waste the last three bullets in his chamber with wild shots. The Question lunged forward, using his entire body as a battering ram, knocking his fedora on the ground in the process. The energy of his body crashing into the man knocked them both onto the floor, with The Question on a dominant position on top of him. He swung his elbow into the temple and knocked him out. Three down.
He stood and picked up the tan fedora, placing it on his head and turning to a very shocked prostitute.
"Miss" He said, in nonchalance, straightening the black tie on his shirt. The woman stood and ran away, frightened by the man without a face.
