Isaac Cooper

Name: Isaac "Coop" Cooper, born Ivan Alexandrov
Age: 27
Group: Hunter

Appearance: Standing at 6'2" and weighing in at 218lbs, Isaac is pretty noticeable. Brandishing short cropped, yet always styled brown hair and a seemingly unfair pair of blue eyes, Isaac takes to the stage using everything to his advantage. Though he prefers more casual or functional clothing outside the bars and stages, if the moment calls for it he can put on a nice button-up and a far-too-expensive pair of jeans and play pretty-boy for a while.

Outside the bar scene he prefers comfort and mobility, sticking to what seems to be a Hunter's standard of dull blues and browns in the way of jeans, t-shirts and flannels with well-worn leather jackets. Spending hours on the road and sometimes slumming it, Isaac has developed a permanent 5 o'clock shadow, not that he hears many complaints about his look.

Though his features can be sharp, they are not without their kindness. He wishes he appeared more menacing and intimidating but he supposed he was built for stage life. Isaac keeps fit despite the traveling though he doesn't get to spend near the time on strength training that he would like to.

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Personality: Isaac is generous and genuine, and an honest soul. Cruelty is not part of his nature and his life motto is to not take life personally. At least, it was for the most part until his wife, Morgan, was stolen away from him in the night by demons. Since then he has lost much of his cheer and vitality, seeming to be a few years older than he really is.

He is a thinker, an analyzer. Brave and courageous having spent several years with the fire department. Years ago he would be considered a cautious man but now as the gloom sets in over the realization that he is never going to see Morgan again, he's begun making riskier moves.

There are moments when his old self shines through, where the problems of the world are forgotten and he doesn't have to force the smile and the jokes, not that his sarcasm is at all in short supply. Nor his cynicism. 'Tortured' is a word often tossed around but those few that have become close to him since Morgan's loss would use it in hushed, somber tones, asking him to please put the whiskey down and come back to earth.


History: Ivan Alexandrov was born in Russia to hardy folk who knew little of love but a lot about discipline. With little money to go around yet so much promise across the seas, the Alexandrovs made a bold move to the United States in hopes of better fortunes. Passage was secured for them in a small cargo vessel illegally shipping immigrants to U.S. factories for cheap, tax-free labor.

It was never meant to be a permanent solution but threats of deportation and exposure kept Ivan's parents at bay until Katja, Ivan's mother, grew ill. Wishing to return to the Motherland, Ivan's father took Katja and left, leaving Ivan behind to fend for himself at the age of four.

He was picked up by local police soon thereafter and shipped to an orphanage in northern California where he was given a new name in hopes that it would improve his chances at adoption. Thus, Isaac was born. Growing up in the orphanage was difficult, and he was fiery to the core, angry at the world that his parents had abandoned him. While he couldn't fully grasp what abandonment was at the time, he just knew in his bones that he was to blame for all this and that nobody wanted him.

Rowdy and always picking fights, Isaac grew quickly. He was a natural brawler and when it came to the "fight or flight" reflex, "flight" was not part of his vocabulary. Isaac never backed down from a challenge or a dare, and found himself in trouble more than the orphanage could handle. Finally at the age of twelve, he was transferred to another local orphanage, St. Josephine's House, where one of the nanny's finally began to wear down Isaac's rampage.

The kids called her Babu as 'Babushka' was hard for the young ones to pronounce, but hearing his native tongue was enough to get Isaac's attention. Babu was the first person to speak Russian since his parents had skipped town, and the harshness of the language gave him pause to consider his actions before he put them into motion. It didn't stop him most of the time, especially not at first, but the sweet old woman wormed her way patiently until he listened more than he disobeyed.

She was sweet to the others, but came down like iron on Isaac. In their language she would scold him, tell him that he was a brat and how ungrateful he was… How special he was, how much heart he showed when he would stick up for one of the younger kids to a bully. Why could he not be that boy at all times? Why act out and start fights with the scrappier boys?

Babu finally had her breakthrough on a field trip where Isaac and a few of the other older boys and girls went to a music shop to look at the instruments. Everyone split up, some heading for drums, some for the guitars, some for the strange classical instruments that 'totally would not get you laid'. Isaac sat down with an acoustic and strummed a few notes, letting the resonance reverberate within him. After plucking around he began playing simple riffs from songs he'd heard on the radio. He was a natural though he couldn't be so lucky as to have perfect pitch, but he was damn close.

A chord chart was tacked up above the guitars on the wall, and after spending some time practicing in the shop, he found that he had a small gathering of the orphanage kids gathered around him along with Babu who had a small smile on her face. Isaac looked around, unsure what to feel. He had never been much for smiles but with that guitar in hand he felt… peace, for the first time, and beamed.

Within the next month, Isaac's attitude saw vast improvements and he was considered for adoption. When at last the paperwork was signed and the background checks cleared, Isaac joined the Cooper family at their farm just outside of town. As a parting gift from Babu, she gave him his very first acoustic guitar, telling him in Russian one last time that he was special.

From there, Isaac spent several years on the farm finishing high school and learning the value of hard manual labor. Isaac finally cooled off with an outlet for his physicality in the farm work and an outlet for his emotions through music. By the time he was 18 he played in the local bars with his guitar, covering some of the popular songs on the radio or classics such as Johnny Cash. His voice was a newly discovered talent once things had stopped crackling, and it was at this point he met Morgan.

Morgan was a bit of a bad girl and a rebel, never wanting to do what her family told her, and the pair of them found themselves in more trouble than Isaac has seen since his days at the orphanage. Her parents were of the old money type and once it became public that Isaac was in fact an orphan and adopted, they wanted Morgan to stay as far from him as possible despite Isaac's work with the fire department since he was seventeen. Naturally, it only brought them closer together.

The two grew together, Isaac's steady and maturing kindness beginning to wear off on the adventurous youth. With one another's help they went to college and upon graduation were married at the ripe age of 22. A year into their marriage, things began to get… strange. Things went bump in the night, pictures were smashed in the morning, items vanished completely. Finally, Isaac thought he caught the source of the problem- a thief. Except this thief's eyes were pure orbs of obsidian. Isaac's need to protect Morgan launched him at the … thing, only to be blasted into the bookcase.

When he came to, Morgan was gone.

He file reports with the police and scoured for days the surrounding neighborhoods posting fliers. Anything he could think of to help find her, he did, including traveling to towns several hours in either direction until a stranger came to speak with him about what happened. The stranger was shifty, and spoke of demons and monsters and so forth. A very new hunter, though Isaac wouldn't know that until later, the stranger asked if Isaac wanted to find the demon responsible for Morgan's capture.

George was the stranger's name and he called himself a hunter and officially brought Isaac into the fold. Monsters were suddenly real and demons had taken his wife. After a many month long pursuit that had forced Isaac to abandon his home and many of his possessions, they caught up to the demon. In the ensuing struggle, George was slain by the demon. Before Isaac could stop him, the demon smoked out, leaving no clue as to where it could have gone.

Now Isaac roams the country, playing at bars and diners to scrounge up a living while he travels, hopelessly searching for Morgan and drowning his trouble in alcohol and women.


Strengths: Courageous, Kind, Brave
Weaknesses: Leaps before he looks, relies too heavily on the drink, will do anything for those he cares about.
Likes: Whiskey, bad girls and misfits, speaking Russian to unwary strangers, fighting.
Dislikes: The ache he feels for Morgan, demons, imported cars, his biological parents, if they're still alive.

-- OUT OF CHARACTER --

Name/Alias: Andy
How you found us: Rily and Phee.
How long you have been rping for: 12 years.
Other characters here: None.
Anything else: Hi.

RP Sample:
Perfect brown eyes stared longingly into his as his voice swirled and lifted about the bar, a sad little song he wrote himself about Morgan that drove the women wild. Maybe it was manipulation, what he was doing, but there was always one that thought he was speaking directly to her. Locking eyes with this beauty across the room he let the pain pour out and she missed the straw as she tried to take a drink.

We have a winner… he thought to himself as he let the final chord ring out hauntingly. Standing up and taking a bow he offered a small wink across the room before disappearing backstage with guitar and guitar case. Once out of sight he stooped to collect his tips from the case. It was a small bar but he still came out with two hundred dollars for half a set. He liked this town- the people were friendly and the whiskey selection was fantastic. And the women…

"She must have been something special," a voice called from behind him. Standing up he turned to face the raven haired beauty that had been his target. Putting a hand on the back of his neck almost shyly he leaned against the wall. "Some things aren't meant to be," he said nodding slightly with a small, almost sad smile. "I like to think of those things as keys to new doors, and that it's important to keep moving," she responded, stepping towards him to put a hand on his shoulder.

"That's a very good philosophy. What do these keys look like, though?" he asked playfully, letting a hand stray to her hip. When she didn't budge, he knew that his evening was booked, and was further cemented when she closed the distance to him placing her other hand upon his stubbly cheek.

"It depends, but maybe something like… this," she whispered as she stood on her tiptoes, breath almost wavering as she kissed him tenderly. Returning the kiss with the same passion he let his arms embrace the exquisite form before him. In his head he heard some sultry song, the beat driving his heart as he pressed the woman whom he had no name for against the wall. With soft, sensual lyrics heard the tune intensify and hang in the air as he pulled away.

"Maybe you'd like to help me find where this key goes?" he asked, drawing his keycard for the motel out of his pocket with a wink. With a wistful smile she nodded and the pair walked quickly down the hall with Isaac's equipment in tow, that sad, soft, love song echoing through the dusty rafters.