The Library Application

[specialagentcooper]

Original Universe Canon Character Application

Out Of Character
Name: Sara
Age: 28
Journal: None
Contact:
Email: Sandpuppeteer@gmail.com
AIM: CrawfordSands
Plurk: Sandpuppeteer

In Character
Name: Special Agent Dale Cooper
Canon: Twin Peaks
Canon Point: Halfway through episode 7 (season 1). Before getting ready to go to One-Eyed Jack’s for the first time.
Sex/Gender: Male
Actual Age/Apparent Age: 34 (Born April 19, 1954)

Belongings: Black suit and all that goes with it (proper undergarments, including plaid boxer shorts). A tan trench coat. A hand-held tape recorder. FBI issued badge and ID. FBI issued Smith and Wesson Model 66 pistol (2.5” barrel) “with modifications” (modifications never specified). Lighted magnifying glass. Large tweezers. Leather wallet. Photo of the woman he loved.

Skills and Powers: Marksmanship. At age 14, he was a better shot than a trained FBI agent. He can hit the exact same spot, multiple times. A natural skill.

Deductive reasoning. He has a sharp mind and sees things that other people may miss. He has been likened to Sherlock in this aspect.

Intuition. Because of his strong mental focus, he is able to tap into his intuitive sense far better than most people.

Sense Evil. If someone is truly evil, not just bad or misbehaved, he is able to sense it like a shadow lurking. He often describes it as possessing people, and sees it as a separate entity.

Psychic sensitivity. He very sensitive to aspects of the world that most people would otherwise be oblivious to, both receiving and sending. He has been known to have vague and cryptic prophetic visions and dreams. Or seeing things like an evil spirit lurking in the room. This, again, is likely due to his mental focus, tapping into the unused potential of the human mind. But it is also partially genetic, as his mother had the same thing.

Outside the gates, the latter two will be muffled. Visions and dreams will not occur without mod or player permission. As I would need to plan what was coming, anyway.

Physical Description: 6 feet tall. Caucasian. Hazel eyes Short, slicked back black hair. Long eyelashes. Looks very young for his age. Well groomed. Very comfortable in a suit. And everything one might expect from a federal agent.
He looks like this: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/50/Agentdalecooper.jpg/250px-Agentdalecooper.jpg

Book Description: It looks like an old, well-worn tome. Almost ancient. The cover his bright red, with a Tibetan symbol stamped in gold below it in gold (like this one: http://www.esoteric.msu.edu/VolumeIII/HTML/jpg/Book%20of%20the%20Dead%20WYEW.jpg ). The endpapers inside are a harsh, black and white chevron pattern.

His bookmark looks very similar to his tape recorder.

History:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dale_Cooper

http://www.book-of-thoth.com/archives-article-7660.html (Series overall)


Personality: Cooper is surprisingly open and trusting, given his history. He feels that honesty not only a virtue but a requirement, at least for himself. He holds no secrets, and will only fabricate the truth when absolutely necessary (mostly for his job). That isn’t to say he is constantly blurting out his life story to everyone. But he is the sort of man that tells it like it is.

He approaches his work or any task laid before him with a level of professionalism often unheard of. He won’t back down. He won’t compromise. The only life he is willing to put on the line is his own. However, he does not always operate within the given guidelines. If there is a rational reason to step outside the boundaries set forth by law or rule, he will do so. Not that he’d go off and murder someone, but he has been known to sneak across an international border, without following procedure, in order to investigate a crime. And to save a life.

He is deeply spiritual and philosophical. Mostly in the ways of Buddhism. This has made him very strong-willed and open to the less than ordinary. It has also helped him through a great many troubled areas of his past, including the death of his mother and murder of the love of his life. Like Buddhist monks, he believes in the power of the mind. To the point that he has been known to substitute meditation for sleep.

He prefers the simple pleasures of life, and revels in them. And is sometimes awed by them. The evergreen forests of the pacific northwest. Canadian geese. Spotting a rabbit in the wild. But above all, he enjoys hot, black coffee and a well made pie. Cherry, most of all.

Overall, he is often considered quirky to the average person. Whether it be the enthusiastic thumbs up he is prone to giving or his constantly addressing his assistant via tape recorder. He will sometimes state the unnecessary (“let me stop you the hall here a moment” after already stopping the person). He is polite, but if he must interrupt someone, he has a habit of holding up his hand in a physical symbol for “stop.” He does not always have the reaction some might anticipate. When most would retreat from an uncertain area, he presses forward with curiosity. In the face of something that scares him, he is unlikely to have it visible on his face.

But there are darker parts to Agent Cooper. For as strong he is in the face of terrible things, if his focus falters, he has trouble coping. When this happens, he will fully remove himself from what he knows to clear his mind (including leaving his home town and cutting off all contact for three years).

He may be trusting and make friends easily, but love is not one that comes easy for him. Completely devoting himself to a single person is not something he is prone to doing. He has had some terrible luck in this area. His first love tried to kill herself with drugs, then went crazy with religion. His last was the wife of his FBI partner. Said partner went crazy and killed her, injured him. Dating is not something that comes easy for him. Because of this, he is far more keen to find his pleasures elsewhere in life--his work, his coffee, etc.

He is afraid of birds, dentists and bugs in his ear.


Samples

First Person/Action brackets: [ He speaks clearly, with an official tone. ]

Everyone. These books we possess. There must be a reason why we were given them, and why we are unable to look at them. The other books can be read with relative ease, but not these. Why are these so special? I intend to overcome the headaches brought on by trying to read mine and decipher its text. I will get back to you with more information when I make progress.

Third Person/Prose: Cooper walked down one of the tall shelved aisles, a book in his hands. Holding it open, he focused intently on the text held within. Never before had he seen such a collection. Not only were there books he knew, or at least aware of, but there were subjects he had never even dreamed of. Some of which seemed impossible.

“Fascinating!” he proclaimed under his breath as he read about the philosophies of a country that only called itself “Fire.” The map at the beginning of the book was unlike anything he’d ever seen and matched up with nothing he’d ever known in his world.

Reaching into the interior pocket of his suit jacket, he produced his tape recorder. “Diane, I hold in my hands a book that you would not believe. I had first thought it to be a work of fiction, but now suspect it to be something far more intriguing. The beliefs of a nation that is not dissimilar to those one might find in China. Very militaristic. It speaks of a figure that I at first thought to be an allegory for the Dalai Lama, but has proven to be something far different. I believe this to be--”

There was a sound ahead of him that made him stop, both in voice and movement. When he looked up, he saw what was easily the largest bird he’d ever seen. He froze, his throat suddenly seizing. He’d never been a fan of birds, of any variety. Whether it be a small parakeet or a large hawk. But this...this was the size of a person.

Fear can be conquered. He’d proven that time after time. More than once in his life, he’d been face-to-face with what could only be described as true evil. Forest fires. Walking over hot coals. Crazed criminals. Crazed partners. Murders. Rapists. Drug dealers. Hell, he’d gone up against several armed guards with nothing but a machine gun, a few grenades and a improvised sling shot. But staring at the back of that human-sized bird made the bottom of his stomach drop out.

Very slowly, he started to back up. One foot behind the other, as quietly as he could. But he bumped into the shelf, knocking his elbow hard. He froze, the creature jerked up. As it looked around, Cooper could see it wasn’t entirely a bird. It had the face of a beautiful woman. The incongruity rattled him. How could such a pretty face exist on such a thing?

Fear and curiosity clashed. But with all things irrational, the fear won out. As the creature turned back to whatever it seemed so intent on, he adjusted his trajectory and backed away until he was able to round a corner. Only then did he turn to walk forward.

“Diane,” he said, breathlessly, realizing he still had the recorder on. “I have just witnessed the most incredible thing. It stood approximately five and a half feet tall and appeared to have the body of a bird, but the head of a woman. I am beginning to wonder if this strange place is playing tricks of the mind. As I am in a vast library, my first step is research. I must find out if it is even possible for such a thing to exist.”

Turning off the recorder, he headed off to find one of those helpful holograms, still clutching the book on Fire Nation philosophy.