Cooper Jameson Knowles NicknameCoop Age48 Height6'0 ft. Weight180 lbs. HairBlack (Graying) EyesGray BornMontpelier, Vermont BirthdayMay 23rd, 1958 GraduatedBaker College, 1983 MajorsLaw Enforcement Criminal Justice CareerHomicide Detective, Retired Detroit Police Department StatusAlive Character Reputation ThemeThis & This AtmosphereMusic, More Music, More Physical Appearance: Spoiler: Detective Knowles, 1994 Standing near six foot, around one hundred and eighty pounds, Coop would appear more rough around the edges now than he ever had in his life. His hair, although well kempt and cut short, was at the initial stages of graying. He had thin, tired eyes, marred by bags from a growing number of consecutively sleepless nights. Dressing formally for most occasions, in a three piece or two, often in a coat or trench, it had become natural to find him disheveled, whether by insomnia or the alcohol no one could determine. And though he was at least moderately pleasant on the eyes, his demeanor often betrayed his good nature through a scowl, or a grimace. It was rare that he might seem truly amiable. Biographical Information: When the world burns down around you, it's a normal reaction to dredge through the ashes. His colleagues had been on their hands and knees, sifting with fine tooth combs. The therapist, the girlfriend, the worried phone calls from back home. You could see it in his eyes from a mile away, that emptied, vacant stare. Coop had seen enough by the time he reached Astoria that he hadn't the will for digging any longer. By all regards, Cooper Knowles had an average, American childhood. He was born and raised in Montpelier, Vermont by two loving parents who lived relatively boring suburban lives. He excelled at school, though he struggled with managing his focuses between study and athletics, chasing girls and playing varsity baseball in his late teens. He left to study at Norwich University, though that didn't last long, and after two semesters he moved to Michigan, changed his major to law enforcement, passed the entrance exam, and graduated from the Police Academy of Baker College in Detroit. At the age of twenty-five, in 1983, he was assigned to active duty at the DPD. He spent eight years on the beat before he was plucked from the ranks by a senior officer who noticed his potential, and by that time he'd seen all Detroit had to offer. Manufacturing plants were shuttering in waves, the rise of unemployment fed into the already troublesome and mismanaged tragedies of homelessness, gang violence, and substance abuse. By the time Coop earned his shield, he was used to living in one of the most dangerous, deteriorating urban environments the United States had to offer, and he had a passion for the work, perhaps at times too much passion. Coop caught his first major case in 1991 from what would later be referred to as the work of the "Wayne County Killer", otherwise known as William Everett. Spanning the next year, the case developed into the investigations of eleven murders which culminated at trial in 1994, where he was found guilty. Shortly after being attached as Lead Detective to the Everett case, he was attached to another string of murders being worked by a colleague and friend, which ended with the arrest of Lindsey Latham Wilkinson, a serial rapist who took fondly to young girls. In particular, these first significant cases molded him into the detective he was, and over the following fourteen years he developed a reputation for expedient results despite the circumstances, being so bold as to bend or ignore what was jurisdictionally prudent to make certain the necessary individuals had been served justice. But as time went on, Detective Knowles became more reckless and encumbered by guilt -- he drank to excess, womanized without concern -- and all the while Detroit slowly but surely descended into the depths of hell, dragging him down with it. The last case he worked was that which broke him, chasing the individuals posthumously proven responsible for the murders and human trafficking of an estimated thirty-six teenage girls. When patrol cars arrived on scene, responding to a 10-71, Detective Knowles was found wounded, gun shot, and unconscious in the same apartment of three primary, associated suspects who had been killed during their altercation. His firearm was later linked by ballistics to their untimely demise. Though he spent months in recovery, he only ever rode a desk until the end of his career in 2005 when he was pressured to resign over the mounting evidence of his final case, those three killings, which suggested he had not acted in self defense. His life spiraled out of control in the aftermath, and a year later drew him westward to Oregon, where particular opportunities had provided the means to put his experience to use. Spoiler: Relationships & Acquaintances Ajax: I can tell another professional when I see one -- hell, I'd swoon if I had a gash between my legs -- but what secret government program did this son of a bitch escape from? Forget it, I don't want to know. Firecracker: At face value, we couldn't be more different. After a lifetime of posturing, the respectability, the years of tracking body to body, she stands out -- vibrant, wild, dynamic -- like a mushroom cloud at dusk. Fire and coal. She's dangerous, that's what we share in common, and it gets my blood up. Fritz: Something about him sets off alarms in my head. Hammer and nail, right? Lemon: I only caught her name, but we exist on contrary wave lengths. An extrovert, surely. Apply sedatives without prejudice. Rinse and repeat, apply again. Mark: Seems a decent sort. Possibly down on his luck, perhaps a bit unruly, though I wouldn't hold that against him. He's young. Noah: Needs to remember where his balls are, I anticipate he finds his backbone sooner than later. The world's been known to chew through guys like him without remorse. Sink or swim. Teach: Still getting to know him, I'm sure that'll change. We see each other out and about frequently enough. Next round at Frankie's on me. Tom: Charismatic, and he works the best watering hole in Astoria. He's also a bourbon man. I can respect that. Ron and Dianne: I see them more than anyone else, yet we rarely talk. They know my usual without having to ask, and I leave generous tips to keep them on my side when I'm falling to pieces. Works for me. Raven: The butcher, she's got an edge I can relate with. Didn't catch me with my best foot forward, but I dig her ink and she's cordial, loves what she does. That's respectable. Dante: Played a game of twenty questions at Frankie's, won a free night of drinking. He's alright, a bit young, very inquisitive. Decebal: Interesting guy, charming by most considerations. Says his name is Romanian, but I wouldn't know. It's definitely unique. Works at the Docks, could be a useful source of information. Queen Victoria: Laura's a brain, obviously very intelligent and driven. We're both in Astoria for the sake of research, amongst other things, and given her initiative we probably share more in common than not. She stood me up for coffee once, but who could blame her? Joel: Officer Behn's a good cop, a man with amiable intentions who understands the plight of his community while actively espousing the values of Policing. Says he wants to get out before the work buries its' claws, and I think that's commendable. Wish I had the same motivation when I was his age.