Ainsley Cooper

[Ainsley Cooper]

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About the character

``Name;; Ainsley Logan Cooper
``Nicknames;; Coop and sometimes Pest, short for Pestilence.
``Age;; 19
``Gender;; Male
``Birthday;; October 29th
``Grade;; Senior (held back a year)
``Heritage;; Mostly American, with roots from Ireland, Germany and Romania.
``Orientation;; Homosexual

Appearance

``Eyes;; Blue
`` Hair;; Naturally dirty blonde, but dyed black and pink
``Height;; 5'6
``Weight;; 120 lbs
``Body Type;; Skin and Bone
``Skin Color;; Pasty Caucasian
``Tattoos/piercings/scars;; A lip ring and quite a few scars down his right arm from self harm.

``Dress style;; Generally rocker punk. Lots of skinny jeans in odd colours, wife beaters, loose t-shirts. Hair is always a mess, generally wears either purple converse shoes or doc martens. Enjoys fishnet shirts and anything ripped up and old. Often seen in an old, dirty jean jacket.

``Overall;; The first word that would describe Ainsley would be sickly. He's thin to the point of grotesque and his skin is ashen and pale. He's of average height, but looks taller because of how lean he is. He has high, rounded cheekbones and a well defined nose, chin and jaw line. His lips are rather full, but tend to be blue-ish in colour. His face is nearly royal in look and a little snotty too.

His shoulders are always slouched and he looks rather boneless in stance despite the way that the bones of his body push against his flesh. Most of his bones jut, extremely pronounced collar bones and ribs. Most of his knuckles are very prominent.

Ainsley's left arm is a battlefield of scars from self harm, but none of them are too bad. He's got a scar just above his left hip from surgery to have a kidney removed. He doesn't have much body hair and struggles to grow any facial hair that isn't patchy, so generally he just keeps his face clean shaven anyway.


Personality

``Likes;;
-Smoking
-Drinking
-The colour purple
-Sarcasm
-Horror films
-Annoying people
-Reading about Serial Killers
-Marilyn Manson
-Loud Music
-Breaking Things
-Pointless Vandalism
-Living for the moment
-Coca cola

``Dislikes;;
-Being sick
-Feeling sad
-Rain
-Being cold
-Taylor Swift
-Fashion Magazines
-Society
-Chemo
-The colour yellow
- Overly affectionate people
-Sappy movies
-Tofu
-Mushrooms

``Hobbies;; Ainsley enjoys doing graffiti art, internet trolling and learning to play the electric bass, although he has many hobbies that also include: Playing Magic the Gathering, collecting animal bones, being an idiot, drinking and surviving.

``Quirks;; Ainsley has a few nervous habits, having the tendency to bite his nails, pick at scabs and bite his lips a lot. He flicks the hair out of his face a lot, and it always falls back. Ainsley also has a nervous laugh that tends to follow most of the things he says.

``Flaws;; Ainsley is overly destructive for no apparent reason, is argumentative, conflict prone and un-respecting to authority figures. He's also extremely closed emotionally to other people.

``Secrets;; Ainsley is dying of lung cancer, chemo hasn't helped and no compatible lung donors have sprung up yet. Ainsley cuts himself when he gets depressed.

``Personality;; Ainsley is a bitter boy, full of anger and vitriol. He likes to start fights and highly enjoys when people get angry back. He's vindictive and prone to hold a grudge. He's a bit of a loose canon, he's the kid setting the garbage can on fire, or throwing pens at the kid in front of him. Mostly, he doesn't care anymore, so he does all the things he never would have four years prior, but after his grim diagnosis from his doctor, he's been on a rampage.

Ainsley is guarded and doesn't like getting attached to anyone, after all, what's the point if he's just going to die in less than a year anyway? He's cold and sharped tongued and doesn't mind ripping someone apart for no good reason. He's secretive and never lets on how he truly feels very often. Under his chaotic exterior is a whole other person. Ainsley is sensitive, not that he would EVER let on. He's quick to hurt and extremely self conscious. He is prone to depression and withdrawing from social contact. There are a lot of things that he doesn't see a point to, which lead him to fail his senior year and he's back to repeat it.

If one does manage to weasel their way in, Ainsley does show to be a rather loyal friend, and a very passionate lover. But since his cancer, it's been much harder to find that boy. He's usually fairly alert and observant, and just smart enough to be bad for himself.


History

``Mom;; Bethany Cooper, 36, Mcdonalds Manager. Ainsley and his mother are close, she raised him alone. But since being diagnosed with cancer, he's been distant and snarky.

``Dad;; Jimmy Southin, 37, Business consultant. Ainsley never knew his dad, and never wanted to know the scumbag. All he knows is 'Dad' is paying for his treatment and hospital fees, after years of not paying a cent in child support.

``Sibling(s);; No siblings.

``Pet(s);; A pet rat, who is all white and named Twiggy.

``Other;; Jack Starr, 43, washed out Rock star. Jack is Ainsley's unofficial step dad. He used to be a pretty big rocker in Texas, but those days are gone and he's floating on the money he made 'back in the day'. Ainsley doesn't care much for him, but Jack likes Ainsley.

``History;; Ainsley was born in a small town in Texas called Kingsville. He grew up in a small trailer that he shared with his single and young mother. His mother, Bethany, was only seventeen when she had Ainsley. It was rough living, she was just working a full time minimum wage job with no support from Ainsley's biological father. He spent a vast majority of his time being taken care of at the Trailer park's day care service.

Other than that, Ainsley liked his life, he liked his mom. They were happy together, just the two of them. Like two peas in a pod. There weren't many difficulties, yeah, sure, sometimes they didn't have electricity, but in Texas? Who needed it anyway? And yeah, sometimes food was hard to come by, but they always had enough to survive. It wasn't until he would hit twelve years old that there would be any problems.

It was then, at the onset of puberty that his powers started to show, in the night, he would sweat, and his sheets would be warn away and his mattress sizzling. He naturally didn't know what was wrong, but being close to his mother, he told her. They decided to keep it a secret, but they worked together learning how to use it and control this strange power. It was a year later, that they received an odd letter telling them of a boarding school for people like Ainsley. It was hard to let go and be apart from his mother, but, it seemed like the best solution to their little secret. And soon, he was packed and ready and took the train out by himself to his new school.

Things were going well, he had made a few friends, put on weight from getting to eat regular meals. But then, in his second year, he started feeling sick. He couldn't keep down his food, vomiting nearly every meal. He lost weight, was weak, tired. So during the summer break, when he was back home, they took him to the doctor.

Kidney cancer. Not too bad, just a surgery to take out the infected kidney, you can live with just one, you know, they told him. Bethany, who could not afford such a thing, hounded Ainsley's birth father who finally agreed to pay. The surgery went fine, smooth recovery and Ainsley was back in school in September, no one the wiser.

But later that year, he started up with a chronic cough, seeing the school doctor, he was told it was probably just bronchitis and to come back if it didn't clear up. It didn't. It wouldn't be until his Senior year that he would be diagnosed with lung cancer. Turned out they didn't get it all from the kidney, that it had already been spreading. He was given grim news. You need a double lung transplant, or intense chemo, chemo probably wouldn't be enough. He'd have less than a year, if he was lucky. He stopped doing school work, started drinking and smoking. After all, what was the point? He was going to die anyway.

Ainsley's entire attitude changed when he found out he was on limited time and only returned to school to keep himself busy during that year.


``Powers/Abilities/Gifts;;Acid Manifestation. Ainsley has the ability to produce sulfuric acid through his pores. His body is unaffected by such acid, but can burn through other people's flesh with no problem. He can only 'leak' acid and cannot produce streams of it from him

``Role Play Sample;;
Zampelli had gotten up early that morning, it was his first week in the school and today, he had decided to skip class. It wasn't like school was all that important when one was trying to gain enlightenment. All the rules, the structure, it was counter-intuitive, or so he felt. So, he had decided that today, with the sun out and shining, would be a good day for mushroom hunting. Then again, any day was good for that in Zampelli's opinion.

He had made his way to the forest, military style cap pulled over his dark hair and his big round purple glasses sitting on the edge of his nose. It hadn't taken him too long to make it deeper into the forest, where it was damper and there was a higher chance of mushrooms growing. It also didn't take him very long to waste most of the day, occasionally tucking a plucked mushroom into the hemp bag that was slung over his shoulder.

Now, he tilted his head, did he hear something? A rustle in the tree branches, but... Maybe it was just his imagination... After all, he was still learning to control his powers and had a habit of accidentally distorting reality. But when the crash came again, he realized that someone, or something, had fallen out of a tree.

"At least," He said to himself. "That's how it sounded to me."

Zampelli was fond of talking to himself out loud, most of the time, he was unaware that he was even doing it. It was a bad habit that had annoyed his Aunt so badly in Toronto, that she often gave him a good whack across the head and told him to smarten up. "Well, let's see, the sound came from over here, should we go that way?" He muttered to himself. "Well, let's weigh the pros and cons. It could be a hurt animal, and we could help in, on the downside, it could be some bloodthirsty serial killer who followed me out here and is using it as a lure, knowing I am prone to empathy and would investigate...." He pushed the glasses back up his nose and hummed and hawed. "Eh, might as well. Why?" He giggled to himself before replying. It was just one word:

"Yolo!"

He wandered over, slowly, treading softly. His feet, clad in old, falling apart converse shoes were quiet on the layer of dead leaves on the forest floor. He spotted a splash of gold across the leaves, it was hair. "Oh my!" He exclaimed, bringing a hand up to cover his gaping mouth. "Are you alright?!" He asked, bowing down over the woman, girl... He was never sure what the proper word was. "Did... Did you fall out of the sky?" He asked, a slight smile playing on his lips to show he wasn't exactly serious.

"Are you an angel? Are you here to tell me a message from God?" Zampelli giggled, pushing up his big round glasses once more. "Or maybe... Did you just perhaps fall out of one of these trees? Oh lawr-dy!" He exclaimed. "I didn't even let you say if you were alright and if I needed to get help!"

"Are you alright?" He asked again.

[Moderator Kai]

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