<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Character Sheet</strong></span></div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jackson Cooper<br/><strong>Nickname:</strong>Jack, that hunk over at the bar, that jerk over at the bar, jerkface, douchebag, Stoneface Jackson, Coopah. Though using any of these around him is probably met with utter ignorance.<br/><strong>D.O.B:</strong>31th October 1984<br/><strong>Astrological Sign:</strong>Scorpio, "though who gives a shit?"<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Blood Type:</strong>O-<br/><strong>Allergies:</strong>None<br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong>Bisexual, prefers his "preys" submissive.<br/><strong>Kinks:</strong>Anal, bondage, dom/sub, oral and certainly a lot more that he has to try.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Theme Song</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOLmIkwCOKk</div></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Appearance</strong></span><br/>(http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/christian-bale.png)</div><br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong>Black<br/><strong>Hair Style and Length:</strong>Mid-length and kept in neat and professional styles.<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>Blue<br/><strong>Eyesight:</strong>Eagle-eyed, picks specs of dust of his friend's clothes whenever he gets the chance.<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'3"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>205lbs<br/><strong>Clothing Style:</strong>Expensive designer suits of different cuts. None have seen him in anything else and his wardrobe shows no sign of anything different. He does however keep a lot of monster costumes in a secret closet, including the original mold for the Black Lagoon monster.<br/><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong>Has a little nick in his eyebrow from his first encounter with his Uncle's alligators (it was a baby). Has a pretty nasty scar in his left abdomen, the subject of which he avoids at any opportunity.<br/><strong>Skin Color:</strong>The faintest hint of a tan.<br/><strong>Body Type/Build:</strong>He keeps in good shape with a regular training regimen in his private gym.<br/><strong>Measurements:</strong>37 chest, 34 waist, 33 inseam<br/><strong>Piercings:</strong>None<br/><strong>Voice:</strong>A very nice and pleasant baritone with just an underlying hint of an accent from his youth in London. It keeps rather well when he decides to sing along as well, though he will deny to ever singing along with anything.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Relationships</strong></span></div><br/><br/><strong>Mother:</strong>Therese Emilé Cooper. Never knew her, she left when he was young. He has heard all of the good stuff from his father, but he suspects there was something that he wasn't telling him.<br/><strong>Father:</strong>Sir Jeremy Cooper, famous astronomer, they are rather cold and stiff around each other. If you see them together you know where he got his serious streak from and know that it could have been<em>so much worse</em>.<br/><strong>Siblings:</strong>None<br/><strong>Children:</strong>None<br/><strong>Other Family Members:</strong>He has an uncle, Lawrence Cooper, who somehow got into the alligator-breeding market in Louisiana. Which of cource is awesome.<br/><strong>Past Lover(s):</strong>"What is this word you are using? It implies there is an emotional attachment. You are snaring yourself with your own words."<br/><strong>Current Lover:</strong>"There it is again! I might clock you in the face if you keep... don't look at the door, one of my former lovers just came in."<br/><strong>Friends:</strong>(Waiting a while with this one until I can actually fill it up with friends :P)<br/><strong>Pets:</strong>Six ferrets named Lon Chaney, Bela Lugosi, Lon Chaney Jr (turned out senior was a female), Boris Karloff, Peter Cushing and Vincent Price. They stand on attention in a row at the foot of his bed whenever he comes home, unless he has made the ceremonious key rattle at the door which means "got a friend with me, stay out of the way and don't get cuddly until tomorrow!" He is unaware of the fact that his beloved pets are actually illegal to keep in Manhattan.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Personality</strong></span></div><br/><strong>Favorite Color:</strong>"Choosing a favorite color is like staying with the same woman for years on end; why limit your choice of ties? Am I right or what Tyler?"<br/><strong>Favorite Animal:</strong>Ferrets<br/><strong>Favorite Season:</strong>Fall<br/><strong>Least favorite season:</strong>Spring<br/><strong>Hobbies:</strong>He writes his own horror novels under a pseudonym and publish them on the internet.<br/><strong>Drink/Smoke/Drugs:</strong>Scotch / smokes Camel / former cokehead.<br/><strong>How Serious are they:</strong>Very.<br/><strong>Independent or dependent:</strong>Independent.<br/><strong>Soft Spot/Vulnerability:</strong>Ferrets and the cute and innocent.<br/><strong>Opinion on swearing:</strong>If it gets the point across.<br/><strong>Daredevil/Cautious:</strong>Mix of both.<br/><strong>Favorite movie genre:</strong>Horror<br/><strong>Favorite music genre:</strong>80's<br/><strong>Favorite movie:</strong>Hammer's Dracula. It's perfect.<br/><strong>Favorite band/song:</strong>Genesis - Land of Confusion whenever someone asks. Journey - Don't Stop Believing when he's alone.<br/><strong>Fears:</strong>Burning alive, being stabbed (again) and turning 30.<br/><strong>Comforts:</strong>A drink in the bar, a smoke in his apartment, brief sexual relationships, reading horror novels.<br/><strong>Small Blurb:</strong>"It's not that I don't trust your style, I have just never seen you in a suit. I don't think loafers, jeans and a T-shirt with pizza stains<em>on the back</em>will do for the meeting I'm going to. Neither for the date you are going on. Unless you put on a jacket, cover up that grease..."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>History:</strong></span></div><br/><br/><strong>Biography:</strong><br/>Jackson was born in London on the 30th of October 1984, just a few minutes after his mother broke water on the University Halloween party. Having taken part in too much of the spiked punch, his father was unaware of this until the day after. He didn't learn to speak until he was 5 which drove his father into believing he had bred a new Einstein with his wife. It's unclear if this was the reason for their divorce, but she up and left them shortly thereafter. Jackson's early childhood was a mess with his father often being too up in his work to even cook, which meant he in turn had to feed himself and his father. The turning point came when they moved to America when he was ten years old. With a round the clock maid to handle all the "trivial" homemaking, Jackson began to exhibit a natural talent for numbers, which of course excited his father to no end.<br/><br/>As he became a teenager he found the holy trinity of 80's music, sex and drugs. Even so he still performed admirably in school, although his records was soon filled with minor misdemeanors. It is here that his history becomes a little vague, so much so that not even his best friends know what happened. He just suddenly became a working man with an unknown profession. Some even doubt Jackson knows what he works with. Through the haze he has a distinct memory of losing his virginity to an older woman, doing coke off a printer and losing his father's respect, all of which he remembers fondly. What he doesn't remember fondly was the nights in the lock up, the days of drug fueled studying and being stabbed by a pimp (with an exacto knife and not very deep, but he saw it as a serious attempt on his life). As he graduated (if he ever did) he suddenly changed scope completely and became a serious hardworking... something. Gone were the days of careless snorting in the bathrooms. Now he was doing it more responsibly from a small vial.<br/><br/>Jackson was hardened into a serious... something-shark and began to release his tensions with women instead of drugs. His work took him around the globe and as such showed him the carnal delights of the world. He soon began chronicling his endeavors in a small black book and today it spans some 13 volumes all kept in a secret compartment behind his bookcase. It was also around this time that two ferrets managed to come into his apartment through the ventilation. How or where they had come from was a mystery, but Lon Chaney and Boris Karloff still lives with him to this day, along with their four kids. As the year shifted into the 2000's, Jackson began feeling a little strange. When he turned 25 he realized he was successful but that he really had no friends. And suddenly he met four very strange individuals on a party he was not supposed to be at. They joked, laughed and were happy, and when Jackson made a sarcastic remark about it, they laughed with him. Since then he hasn't changed a bit. He's still the serious, grumpy and cynical guy with all the money, women and success (in whatever field he was pursuing). Next to the others he's simply a jerk, but that's not at all what they perceive (or rather they do, but they put up with it). However, Jackson has recently realized that he's about to turn 30, something that he's not very happy with.<br/><br/><strong>How they met &lt;Fill in name here&gt;:</strong><br/><strong>How they met &lt;Fill in name here&gt;:</strong><br/><strong>How they met &lt;Fill in name here&gt;:</strong><br/><strong>How they met &lt;Fill in name here&gt;:</strong><br/><strong>Languages:</strong>English, German, Swedish, Japanese, Cantonese and Mandarin. He claims it helps him in his work.<br/><strong>Education level:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Country of Origin:</strong>UK, moved to the US when he was ten but retains a little bit of an accent, for work.<br/><strong>City of Origin:</strong>East End, London<br/><strong>Career/Job:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>First Job:</strong>Unknown