Reginald Cooper

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There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs.
~ Ansel Adams


xxxxxSome kids are just born strange. Everyone knows it. They stare off in the distance or in a corner of the room. They don't answer when someone calls them as if they're listening to something or someone else already. They're too quiet. They don't have many friends, if any at all. There's just a feeling about them. That boy ain't right. That was Reg growing up and, to some extent, now. Middle of America, nothing special. Suburban upbringing, two siblings, nothing much to mention. He could see things from about the time he was eight. It didn't help his mental health, but there were spirits. Here, there, everywhere. When they saw that he could see, they were interested. Fortunately, most were friendly and curious rather than violent and vengeful. They weren't ghosts. Reg knew that. They weren't dead people but spirits. Other things.

When the First Change came, it was a surprise but Reg had been preparing for something weird his whole life. It was a time of stress in the lead up. New spirits. Agitation. More spirits. They wanted to watch him. They seemed to be gathering for something. Their anticipation was high and his anxiety grew as he prepared for whatever was to come. But no one can prepare you for the First Change. It's when the people started showing up now and again that he began to feel a little crazy. A large man staring at him from across the street. A small woman giving him sidelong glances as he walked to school. Several others, all odd or menacing or wild. His curiosity and fear and sense of losing his mind became too much and he lashed out as he changed. It was the new moon. The spirits around him were his first target and while he didn't do much to harm them, he's fortunate he was - as usual - by himself. And so there he was. A new Uratha. It wasn't long before he chose his tribe - the Hirfathra Hissu. Bone Shadows.

From there a new world opened up to him. Not the spirits themselves but the realm from which they originated. His curiosity knew no limits and his explorations began almost as soon as he could figure out what the hell it meant to be a werewolf. In time he developed a bit of a reputation. Tales told of a bargain made with a bear spirit, protective of its territory. More tales of a watchful eagle spirit that Reg escaped after a week of hiding and waiting, unseen. Maps made of deep parts of Shadow used to help guide a pack and exact revenge against a wild, dangerous spirit. Years spent going where his whim took him, where the itch to explore new land led. A nomad. He strayed far from the borders between worlds that Father Wolf once patrolled, deep into the night - as he thought of it - of the Shadow realm. His cunning and guile well known, his quick thinking and instinct for finding his way - be it in how he found lost paths or how he dealt with Hisil's denizens. It's how he earned his keep, as he saw it. Scout, spy, mapmaker, guide, spirit watcher, knife in the shadows. All apt descriptions for Reg Cooper.


Bullethole.png Werewolf: A Bone Shadow Irraka, more specifically.

Bullethole.png Photographer: From the creepy to the macabre, he documents what goes on in the night. In the lonely places.

Bullethole.png Spirits: The other world has next level intrigue. He knows spirits, knows their realm, knows how to track them or avoid notice.

Bullethole.png Shadow Cartographer: Discovery is beautiful. Except for places in Hisil. Then it's just scary.


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Vital Stats

Full Name: Reginald Cooper
Appears As: Reg
Birth Date: June 16th, 1992
Apparent Age: Twenties
Occupation: Photographer
Virtue: Mettle
Vice: Antisocial
Sphere: Werewolf
Auspice: Irraka
Aspect: Scout
Tribe: Bone Shadows
Deed Name: Gloom Diver
Lodge: Lodge of the Endless Horizon
Pack: None yet.


Putting Out Fires ~ David Bowie
Well, you been so long
And I've been putting out fire
With gasoline