Post by Claire Cooper on Apr 16, 2011 19:40:19 GMT -5
Claire Cooper
Full Name- Claire Cooper
Nicknames- Cooper, Coop
Gender- Female
Occupation- Police Officer
Age- 29
Date of Birth- 16th July
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- (Currently) Queens, NY
Faction- Police
Celebrity Claim- Yvonne Strahovski
What should we call you?- sky842 in cbox
Play anyone else?- Olivia Parker
Have You Read the Rules?- Zombies, man. They creep me out.
Personality-
Claire is the type who is always there for people. Kind and Caring she always puts herself out of her way to make sure someone is okay. In her work it makes her a bit of a workaholic, often eating into her own time to help someone or keep them save, even more so now under the current circumstances. To most people she is inviting and warm in nature, conveying a sympathetic or empathetic attitude, however, if provoked or angered, she can be very demanding and controlling if need be.
Observant, she has a good eye for detail which makes her career with the NYPD a successful one. Always alert, she hates to let anything pass her by or get the better of her. Failure isn’t something she doesn’t react well with, refusing to end a situation if she hadn’t achieved what she wished. Strong willed, she is a driven individual who will let nothing get in her way or slow her down. Once her mind is set on something there is also no stopping her or changing that decision, she will carry it through until the end.
With a curious nature, she likes to be in the know, especially if someone is hiding something whether friend or foe. This may have been an asset within the police force, but under the current circumstances this is highly dangerous at time. Her curiosity can often get the better of her and lead her into situations she doesn’t want to be, or shouldn’t be, in. Regardless, Claire always finds ways to justify such behaviour.
Claire is comfortable in her job position, confident and able to hold control, she will jump into any situation she has to with a positive attitude. Highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, she refuses to show weakness against anyone trying to intimidate her despite who they are or who they are with. Other forms of combat including using firearms or knives are also something she is skilled in, having good concentration, focus and aim. When Claire makes a crucial move she is always certain of her actions leaving her with no hesitation or panic in her choices.
Likes-
- Order and control
- Challenges
- Success
Dislikes-
- People who don’t listen
- Wasting time on what's not important / vagueness
- Heights
Strengths-
- Resilient
- Athletic
- Committed
Weaknesses-
- Impulsive
- Won't give up until something is done, and done properly
- Workaholic
Skills-
- Combat
- Taking charge
- Fluent in Spanish and French
Flaws-
- Scar on her right leg from a bullet wound
- Wears glasses for reading
- Allergic to penicillin
Hair- Straight, often wavy or loosely curled at the bottom, Blonde
Eye Color- Blue
Race- Caucasian
Physique- Athletic, toned, slim
Height- 5’7
Weight-136lbs
Birthplace- Staten Island, NY
Mother- Julia Cooper (nee Reed)
Father- Frank Cooper, research scientist at Diamond Corp.
Siblings- n/a
Other- Karyn Mitchell
History-
Claire’s childhood was spent growing up in Staten Island, New York. At a young age her mother abandoned her and her father. Where the woman went and why? Claire never knew and as she grew up didn’t care much for answers, the woman had neglected to be part of her own daughter’s life and someone like that was not someone Claire wanted to know. Unlike most children who would consider that it was their fault, Claire always had the idea that her mom just wanted happy and left for some exciting adventure somewhere she was contented. Throughout Claire’s life she, nor her mother, have contacted or tried to contact each other as far as she is aware. Her mother figure as a child was her Aunt Karyn, her mother’s younger sister who helped to raise her along with her father when he wasn’t working.
School was regular. She wasn’t picked on but then she wasn’t exactly surrounded by friends either. In primary she was always that outcast of a child. It was just one of these things that happened and how exactly she never really knew, it wasn’t like she was antisocial or weird but it just happened that way and she wasn’t entirely upset by it, the girl liked her own company. Sometimes, however, she did wish for a group of friends and in attempt at this would try help out the other weaker kids, those who were bullied by those taller and heavier than they were. She’d stand up for the bullied kids and fight for their money or possession back, succeeding on many occasions, but unfortunately that didn’t help her at all. Instead the children were more wary of her, finding her weird and somewhat intimidating herself. Merely pleased they’d gotten their stuff back, the most Claire would receive would be a mumbled or bright ‘thankyou’ and they’d go on their merry way leaving her alone.
High school wasn’t as bad. Claire made a few friends in her classes that she had similar theories and interests with, those who she could talk to and who listened to her. It felt good to have mates and though she wasn’t popular or known throughout the school, she wasn’t hated or picked on either. Claire was average. But average wasn’t a bad place to be, she went to school and survived happily. There was a point she had the oppertunity to become popular. On the gymnastics team at her school, the cheerleaders took interest in her for the squad and Claire serious did consider joining until the concept of their diet and wellbeing, which to her wasn’t really well being, was dictated to her. Peer pressured, she did try their routine, almost agreeing to the invitation to be seen in corridors and not just looked at as another piece of furniture. However, a week later and one too many times feeling faint in class to the point she almost injured herself in PE, she decided against the idea. Instead Claire decided to continue to be average and spend her free time on the gymnastics team and running track to keep up her fitness.
After graduating, Claire joined the police academy, wanting to help and make a difference. It was something she knew she was good at, her fitness high and her attitude towards crime and the protection of those on the street who were unable to stand up for themselves, not to mention the concept of it did seem exciting. It was at this point in her life her father began to burry himself further into his work. She knew he’d been working on something important since she was in high school, but now the researching seemed to be putting more strain on their relationship with him in his study all hours of the day. Claire respected him for his work and intelligence in the pharmaceutical industry, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to completely be consumed by his work, it wasn’t healthy and she worried for him. Despite trying to make plans and encourage him to spend time with her away from his studies she just couldn’t succeed but stubborn Claire would not give up easily. As a compromise she tried to involve herself in his work, taking an interest so they could at least discuss that. She was an intelligent young woman, not so much as her father in his expertise, but she was never one not to try. Claire would ask her father about his work, trying to bond over it not wanting to lose her father completely to books or at this rate, as he lost his sanity. She did worry for him. As she continued to pay an interest, and as she continued to snoop and discover more and more, asking questions as she truthfully became endeared by his work, he eventually confided in her, swearing her to secrecy of a new product he was involved in helping to create. It was a product that if successful, could mean a change to the whole pharmaceutical market as we knew it and further evolution of the future. It would be a scientific breakthrough. Intrigued, Claire agreed, and she never would tell anyone. Understanding a little of it, she grasped the wider concept and though she was astounded by what he was saying, she felt wary and uncertain of such implications of this idea. Voicing her opinions and thoughts only made her father delve further into research, coming home from the labs early morning with his head buried in statistics and discussing vague points Claire made no sense of across the phone to colleagues in hushed voices.
Though she still kept in contact with her father, and worried about him, Claire decided to move out in her mid-twenties, wanting to begin her own life. She rented her own apartment in Queens, near the NYPD department she work for. She returned to visit home often but her father became more and more obsessive with his work, secretive and barely spoke to her of it. It was when he left her alone for a few moments that she grasped that opportunity and managed to steal a look at some of the notes she could understand. Claire became worried at the implications of such a product and the argument over playing god with the world, the concept of human rights. Claire never had been religious but the idea of such control over nature didn’t seem justifiable in the long term. Discovering Claire looking at the lab research, and the collective psychological and physical studies, a fight broke out between the two and words were exchanged in the battle that neither truly meant. The fight escalated and ended as Claire walked out. The two never spoke for some time.
Between then and now the product was launched and soon after the side effects began to show and many reports were filling in at the station over fear of their family and change in behaviour that worried them. It was on March 24th that Claire received a call from her father. It had been a good year or so since they had spoken but his panicked voice stopped her from hanging up immediately. His speech was a jumbled mess and no amount to telling him to calm down was working. He spoke of how he was sorry, how he loved her and how he wanted her to leave the city now. Naturally, Claire asked questions but got no answers, none that defined anything anyways. He cut her off and the phone wouldn’t reconnect. Either he had broken the phone or he was in trouble somehow. Her impulsive attitude and desire to help kicked in and without much notice, Claire left Queens for her home in Staten Island. Something in her father’s voice had worried her. Had he finally cracked? Had his genius finally got to him? She’d heard of cases of that? Those who were genius losing their mind, descending into madness and delusion. Arriving at the house her father had long gone. All that was left was books of research.
March 27th, Claire received a call from her boss, asking her whereabouts and stating they needed her immediately. Crime was escalating like wildfire and of unknown causes that at this moment they were unsure of but needed to keep check of the city. Having been in Staten Island for a couple of days, she had been trying to understand her father’s research with little luck before turning to a journal she’d discovered, one that changed from such precise writing to scribbled frantic. Grabbing what she could, she left to return to Queens, maybe some of her colleagues could make sense of this, though it seemed they had their hands full up there with her assistance needed.
Arriving back in Queens the station was worse than she’d imagined. Crazed cries and groans could be heard from the cells as soon as she walked in meeting the faces of concerned officers. What was going on? Things only got worse over the next few days, people were becoming terrified and started leaving but Claire stayed behind refusing to leave her position when the county needed it. News reports began to show similar scenes of terror across New York and only days later everything had spiralled out of control. Evacuations started taking place daily. Innocent civilians, women and children, left first as Claire and the other officers stayed to help control the area, familiar faces of authority and all that but she couldn’t deny the confusion and worry of what was going on. Over the days of evacuation, Claire carried a rucksack of her father’s research around with her, some books and his journal, such information could be helpful she’d concluded. The hoards of infected began to grow and the danger of staying her grew but as a cry pierced out, there was one last evacuation and she would be leaving what had been her home but Claire couldn’t leave someone to die so violently. Rushing off towards the shouts she attempted to save the woman who was putting all her effort and strength into dragging the mutilated corpse of a dead boy. There was no hope and another body was added to the pile, as was another innocent human stuck in New York. By the time she reached the city walls the evacuation was over for the time being and she was locked in.
Anything else?-
Sample RP-
“Put the weapon down” a stern voice called out from the shadowed alleyway. The dealer ignored the female voice, running onwards until he realised how big a mistake it was to run down unfamiliar alleyways. Dead end. Spinning around in two...three continuous circles, he pivoted looking for an escape strategy but police office Claire was adamant he wasn’t getting away. She’d sprinted over two blocks after him, he wasn’t going any further. “Put the weapon down” she repeated as the man refused to give up looking for an exit, gun in his right hand. Claire was breathing heavily from her chase but she was used to the running enough that it barely phased it, it was just her body recovering from the momentary increased heart rate.
Suddenly the criminal uneasily spun around towards where she was approaching, pointing his gun at her, “Dont – Don’t come any closer!” he warned her feebly. Claire never failed to be astonished these days. Confident and cocky drug dealer, caught in a dodgy area of Queens, New York, and he was nervously pointing his gun towards her, her body language shouting out all kinds of fear and uneasiness that told her he likely wouldn’t pull the trigger.
Okay, she’d try this an alternative way. Walking forwards she put her hands in the air, raising her gun above her head with her left hand. “Lets just talk this through, okay? No need for anyone to get shot” slowly she placed her gun on the ground and with a kick of it to the side, it skidded away from her, stopping against the wall. She stepped away from it moving towards her target. “I’m unarmed” she spoke and the man retreated slightly, “Just put the gun down...and we can work something out.” Blue eyes kept contact with him, waiting for a sign of warning but the man just stood there, gun outstretched. He mustn’t have been in the business long she suspected, working for someone likely, they seen it on occasion and it might help his plea in that case, especially if he worked with her and confessed. Unfortunately that was easier said than done. “We can work something out. You tell us what you know and we can help you” she tried to reason, moving ever so slowly forwards, “Don’t! I’ll shoot! I’ll shoot.” The man encouraged himself repeating his threat but before he could shoot, Claire dropped her hands and at the same time issued a swift kick towards the man’s arms in reach, knowing the gun from them. The dealer made for the gun but Claire blocked him, a black boot securing the weapon to the ground. In that quick moment after, the man’s glance moved from Claire to the gun then he bolted off back down the alleyway towards the street again. Hastily she picked up the gun and aimed it perfectly as the man, “Keep running and I will shoot!” she shouted authoratively but he kept running.
A gun shot shouted. The man fell to the ground with a yelp. “I told you I’d shoot. What part of that didn’t you understand?” she asked rhetorically as she approached the man who was clutching his injured leg in pain. Taking out her mobile she speed dialled her partner, “Hey, suspect’s down on Claremont Avenue, just off Dongan Avenue and Broadway. Call it in and get me some paramedics.” She reported back to her partner who had been involved in the initial confrontation and left behind when Claire ran after him without a second glance back.