The last years, no, decades of Cooper’s life had been uneventful, to say the least. Being trapped inside a magical glass orb, after all, wasn’t quite exciting.<br/><br/>Freshly after he had been trapped the orb had spent years sitting in an opened wooden box on his capturer's desk, back then he could at least occasionally catch bits and pieces of interesting conversations or even sneak glances of books.<br/><br/>It seemed, however, that he was soon found out and the box changed, closed this time too, and he had no chance to gauge how much time passed at all.<br/>After some time, he slipped into something of a sleep state, not quite aware of what might be going on around him but also not quite lost to the world either.<br/>Occasionally a noise from the outside would drift in, but those had to be loud to be noticed by Cooper and even then they were usually so muffled that he could barely, if at all, make any sense of it.<br/><br/>So, for a very, very long time, Cooper was locked up in a magical orb unable to interact with anyone or anything, drifting in and out of a sleeplike state brought on by the magic of the artifact as well as decades of hunger.<br/>All of that changed very suddenly, first with the sound of the box opening, the comforting shine of candlelight and a new face.<br/>It made him curious right away. What had happened to change his imprisonment?<br/><br/>But before he could dwell on that thought for longer, he heard and felt the orb shatter. Found himself for the first time in decades standing tall in the study surrounded by old books and artifacts and then there was the overwhelming smell of blood.<br/><br/>A human on the ground, bleeding from the shattered orbs glass. But he had to act before the bloodlust got too strong, so he pulled the man up. “You ought to be more careful, especially in the dark,” he said then, tone somewhere between condescending and honestly friendly. “It’s dangerous to fiddle with things you don’t know, you know?”