MARK ANTHONY COOPER

[mark anthony cooper]

NAME: mark anthony cooper
AGE: nineteen
HEIGHT: six foot zero inches
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
EYE COLOR: blue-green
HAIR COLOR: brunette
ETHNICITY: irish
LIKES:

cooking, sex, alcohol, drugs, being the center of attention, being a tease, doing schoolwork, getting things done, getting good grades, partying, running, being indoors, optimism, skinny dipping.

DISLIKES:

bad sex, being teased, procrastinating, being outdoors unless camping, pessimistic people, being put down, getting the limelight taken away from him, sleeping in too late, sleeping with clothes on, snow, being told what to do, clingy woman.

SECRETS: he's bisexual
there is a sex tape of him somewhere out there
GRADE AND/OR OCCUPATION: college freshman/majoring in painting
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: he'll swear he's straight ( bisexual )
PLAY BY PLAY: jamie dornan

PERSONALITY:

▪ LADIES MAN; mark has that sort of charm about him without even having to try. he was born with the ability to make people crush over him, but he's a bit oblivious about it most of the time. he's smart, thoughtful, and will even go out of his way to open the door for someone - mainly because he was taught to do so. Often times he succeeds in getting someone into bed, that's a fault about him being who he is. he doesn't do gentleman like things to get someone into bed but will take advantage of an opportunity if it comes around.

▪ SWEETHEART; he loves nothing more then seeing one of his friends happy. a lot of the time, he goes out of his way for his friends and is always there for them to fall back on. he's the dependable one and the one most go to if they need a shoulder to cry on. when he's dating someone, he's the most romantic person you could ever ask for. he's gentle and actually listens when you talk to him instead of wondering what your lips feel like, or what you look like naked.

▪ LAID-BACK; he's a go with the flow kind of guy. most of the time he's doing something laid-back and relaxing. when it comes to deadlines, he doesn't fret them and get's things done when he gets them done. he isn't too hurried to get anywhere, but at the same time he has purpose and motivation.

▪ JERK; if something doesn't go his way, he can be a bit of an asshole. he has a sarcastic and jackass-y side to him that's not very pleasant. if someone is being annoying, he'll tell them. And has a tendency to blurt things out before thinking about whether or not they will hurt the person he's saying them to.

▪ IMPULSIVE; he gets himself in trouble a lot with this one. mark doesn't waste time on thinking about doing something before he does it. this goes along with going with the flow. he doesn't spend too much time on planning things out and jumps right into things.

▪ PICKY; when it comes right down to dating, mark is very very picky. he does not date someone unless he believes that he will one day marry them or at least date them for a long period of time. with this, he often judges girls upon first meeting them - wondering to himself whether or not they would be a good wife. it's a weird habit to have, but it's just the way mark is. he doesn't do the pointless two week relationships.

▪ PARTY-ER; mark loves having fun and going to parties, getting drunk and all that other good stuff. but he doesn't go overboard, unless he's had a very bad night and just needs to let go. he has been known to go to school either drunk or stoned off his ass because he couldn't afford to miss that class. but he doesn't overdo partying so much that he's going to screw up any chance of him having a future.

PLACE OF BIRTH: san diego, california
DATE OF BIRTH: june 20th
FINANCIAL STATUS: middle class
FATHER: michael andrew cooper
MOTHER: julia vivienne cooper
SIBLINGS: n/a


HISTORY:

mark was born june 20th into a loving family of three. julia and michael had conceived a beautiful bright eyed baby and were excited to take him home the next day to his new home. mark had a pretty normal family when it came down to it - he was never abused ignored or anything. but rather showered in his family's love. being as he was an only child, he was spoiled when it came to things like clothing and getting things for his room. and when christmas came around he always got what he wanted - if it was a reasonable request. often times his family would go on family outings and do things like camping and going to the beach. they loved spending time together and he loved being with them.

as a toddler he was known as the white tornado. julia could remember a time when she woke up to see the kitchen spattered with egg yolk and uncooked pieces of bacon - apparently mark had gotten hungry and wanted to make himself some breakfast. it took two hours just to clean up the mess and when she was done, she found mark hidden in the pantry with his hand stuck in a box of fruit loops. he had been three or four then and was the cutest giggly baby on the block. around the age of five, he spent a lot of time with his third cousin and his mother had gotten a picture of them in the tub together. he was standing in the water with a bar of soap in his mouth, the other hand down playing with himself like a typical guy would do. and his third cousin dani, was sitting in the tub with a bucket of water, ready to pour the whole thing over her lovely little cousins head. when he was ten, they had gone on one of the most memorable camping trips of his life and caught a picture of him sleeping with a watermelon. during the night, he had fallen off the camper bunk bed and banged his knee on the tool box and had a bruise the size of the watermelon on his leg. the only reason he remembered it, was because of the bruise and the picture his mother liked to pin up on the refrigerator.

when he was around thirteen they had been living in a big apartment with a nice view of the city skyline. his parents julia and michael had gotten a roommate to live with them - they ended up turning into really good friends later. but anyway, erika was her name and she had a girl who was a year younger then him which would of made her twelve at the time. well, when they had moved in mark was given the rule that he was not allowed to date her, because of course at the time puberty had set in and he was starting to have an interest in girls and vise versa. well, it had taken them two weeks before that rule was broken. a couple years had passed and the two were still together, mark claimed to be madly in love but she had had some other plans in mind. one night, he gave all he had to her and after losing his virginity to the girl he thought he loved she and her mother had moved out two days later claiming they needed to make a living on their own. they never called them after that - or well autumn never contacted mark. in fact, erika had claimed she wanted nothing to do with mark but she still contacts julia and michael occasionally.

by this time julia had come to love animals so she opened up a pet boutique - or well, she bought a pet boutique off of someone. that was one of his first jobs when the time came to get one. mark was enrolled into st.augustine's when he was fourteen and has been going to school there ever since. when he was fifteen they moved out of their apartment and into a nice large five bedroom home with a pool in the backyard and a large garage in the front. he bought his own car when he was seveteen and even though its a beatup SUV he loves it to death and doesn't really car what anyone thinks. seventeen years old and living the life, he ends up running into his third cousin at a family reunion.

it had been four years since they last time they had talked and so they hit it off almost instantly, turned out that her father was getting a divorce again and a lot of other things had been going on that night and dani just needed a shoulder to cry on. so they took a walk on the shore of the beach, hand in hand as she spilled her problems out to them. before long they were kissing and mark had pulled back a few times, claiming it was wrong before he'd given in to her. it had only been his second time having sex, but with dani things seemed different. their was more passion in it this time then there had been the last. he laid back on the sand as they finished to see her father coming up. panicked, he'd pulled on his clothes and ran off and that had been the last time he had seen dani.

now, he was accepted to the university in hawaii and is now there majoring in painting. he's gone through many changes over the year and is fighting to remain himself and not lose himself. he also hides the fact of his sexual attraction to men, worried people will think differentally of him. he's trying to find his new life in hawaii, and maybe even discover who he really is.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

mark sat down on the concrete bench inside the piece of shit jail cell. he could see the rusted bars from where he was sitting, and squirmed in his seat as he saw a cockroach skip across the floor before making it's way into a whole in the wall. "they really need to do something about this here jail cell, its gross. but i guess that makes sense. wouldn't want someone who committed a crime to be comfortable. hah, stupid. good thing i'm only here for a couple more hours, then i can go home." he thought to himself as he sat there, glancing over at the desk which sat in the corner with a heavy set policemen asleep on the job. and powdered jelly filled donut sticking out of his mouth as well as the powder smeared over his shirt. he was disgusting to look at, it was a disgrace to the human race. but no wonder they put guys like him in here instead of out in the workforce where the other police were going around catching 'bad guys' - he was too fat to run after anyone that got into his way. mark was finding anything that could keep him entertained - it wasn't like he wanted to think mean thoughts about the fat cop. they had come to him out of boredom and being tired. he brought a hand up to run it loosely through his hair, jumping as he heard the door to his jail cell opening and quickly glancing up to see someone else entering.

it was a fiery brunette, whose hands were being tightly gripped behind her back by a pissed off officer. mark saw him shove her into the cell and quickly slam it shut before she had a chance to escape. his eyes trailed over the brunette, of course checking her out as she grasped on to the rusted bars and screamed at them to let her out. she had been wearing a leather jacket which hugged her curves, her jeans skinny and slimming around her curvacious frame before coming to the hooker boots which rested on her feet. only thing was, she wasn't a hooker and mark had known that right off the bat because she wasn't showing enough skin but merely showing off her curves. she looked good, real good from behind but he hadn't quite seen the front of her till she turned around in an angry huff and went to sit opposite of him, not looking over at him. his eyes managed to trail over her nice bust which peeked out of her nice blouse. "fucking police." he heard her mumble and was brought quickly from his trance.

it was pretty sad what a couple of hours in a jail cell would do to you. mark wasn't ussually such a pig, but he hadn't had any human contact for at least two and a half hours. how'd he get in here, you ask? well it all started when he was invited to this party - a party with a bunch of minors mind you. see, eighteen was legal drinking age so you'd think he wouldn't of gotten himself into any trouble. but here is how it went. as soon as he had gotten the invitation to the party he had climbed into the shower and washed himself up. letting the scalding hot water cascade down his body, before quickly shutting it off and slipping out. reaching for a towel which he dried himself off with before tossing on an outfit. fast forward? oh..okay.

as he made his way to the party he pushed open the front door and headed inside. smiling as he was greeted by a few people while slipping into the kitchen to grab a beer which he opened and chugged. he could handle a lot when it came to drinking and wasn't very shy with it. so, it wasn't very long before he had gotten tipsy and decided to head onto the dance floor- mind you, which was a living room with barely enough room so everyone was crammed against each other. he didn't mind the human interaction though and quickly found a blond which he had brought up to a spare bedroom. or one of the bedrooms - he wasn't really sure whose.

the couple laid back on the bed and started getting heavy into it - clothing being thrown onto the floor and hands roaming before the door was thrown open and the police were pulling the young girl from her and telling her to get out. quickly, mark had pulled on his own clothing, covering himself from the police and watching as she ran out the door as quick as possible. too bad for him, he couldn't escape like she had and that's what had brought him to the cell - being irresponsible. but it was only a few hours until he hoped for his one call to get someone to bail him out. but as of now, he just sat there staring at the dirty floor and disgusting walls. "what are you in for..?" he heard the girl mumbling who had looked up at him and had probably been staring at his bare chest for the past few minutes. his eyes focused on her face and he sighed. "providing alcohol to minors and i dunno what its called but i was making out pretty heavily with a minor so i think they got me for that too." he explained gently, furrowing his brows as he trailed his eyes over her. "what about you?" he asked curiously, thinking to himself that she was too pretty to be in a place like this.

"oh you know.. possession of marijuana and suspected prostitution. fucking ridiculous. just cause i dress like a whore, doesn't mean i am one, you know." she muttered angrily, brushing a hand through her locks which fell to her shoulders. "yeah, i know what you mean. they're idiots." he agreed, nodding his head softly to show that. "but, you don't look like a whore to me." he laughed gently and put on a weak smile. "thanks." she laughed before leaning against the wall of the jail cell and crossing her legs. he found himself staring at her face for a moment as she turned it to the side and watched the pig of a police officer sleep on the job. he could hear him snoring before waking up with a loud grumble as someone else was brought in. though, this person had been more feisty then the others and had kicked the muscle of a police officer in the groin.

NAME: tony
EXPERIENCE: dunno, a while
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? angeline =p