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Cooper Masson

Horus - Egyptian God of the Sky, War and Falcons

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a character in “The Gods' Game”, as played by Issa

Description

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"Heights aren't my thing so how am I the Sky God?"


Basic Info


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Full name
Cooper Masson
Nickname
Coop
Age
24
Pantheon:
Egyptian
Reincarnation of:
Horus - God of War, Sky and Falcons




Interests



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Appearance
Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 150lbs
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None yet
Scars: Thin line on his left palm and one on his right calf

Cooper likes to wear comfy clothes that may or may not have been cleaned recently. His style very much reflects his lazy attitude to life and he will often be seen wearing the same hoody and jeans several days in a row. His hair is rarely brushed with anything other than his fingers and he prefers it short.


Likes
Joking || Laughing || Being Lazy
His skateboard || Smoking illicit things


Dislikes
Working || Responsibility || Landlords
Snobs || Racists


Hobbies
Skateboarding || Doing Nothing

Fears
Being Homeless || Heights



God Profile



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Reincarnation of:
Horus - the God of Sky, War and Falcons. One of the important Egyptian deities and often depicted as a falcon or a man with a falcon head. Living Pharaohs were said to be the human image of Horus. It was also said that, as the sky god, he encompassed the sky and his eyes were the sun and moon.

Peak Powers
At his peak Cooper is able to fly, manipulating the air around him to lift him up.
As a God of War and Hunting, fighting comes naturally to him. When holding a weapon instinct will take over, giving Cooper the knowledge of a master. Effectively this means he can pick up a new weapon and will know how to use it in a heartbeat.
When tracking an enemy his powers will allow him to almost sense where the person has gone. When hunting prey his movements will become much quieter and harder to detect.
His link with Falcons lets him communicate with any kind of hunting bird. His vision is also as sharp as a Falcon.


Character Thoughts
On the Ancient Deities: "Mum always told me stories of the old Mexican gods, Dad told me about the Roman and Indian gods. So i've pretty much grown up hearing all the myths. Only now I find out their real... Makes me wish I'd asked a few more questions."
On your god/goddess: "Out of all the gods I had to be Horus. All I know is that he had some kind of hawk head and he had something to do with the sky. I'm scared of heights so there has obviously been some mistake."
Killing: "Not something I like to think about. I mean sure, life or death, him or me and all that stuff... I'd rather them than me... It'll be hard, that's what I'm trying to say"



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Personality
"Mum always said I could be a gentleman if I wanted to be"
Cooper knows how to act around people. He was taught by his mother to be respectful, polite and patient. Too bad he never listened. Cooper is sarcastic, lazy and takes little seriously. His main problem, according to himself, is that he lacks focus. He gets distracted easily and finds sitting for too long in one spot a pain. So, even though he knows his behaviour puts people off - namely potential bosses at interviews - he really can't help it.

Or perhaps a better way to put it is that Cooper doesn't want to change. He likes the way he is: sarcastic, joker, immature... he accepts that this is who he is and he has no problem living with the results. He takes things in his stride, never lacks a witty comment and most often will have a smirk on his face.

Given his lack of drive it is surprising that Cooper ever managed to move out of his parents' house. Luckily for him - and his parents - Cooper can turn on his good side when he wants people to like him, or when he needs something. This charm is what got him the scholarship that saw him through university and into a job working in race relations.


History
Cooper is, ethnically, a bit of everything; his mother is Mexican and his father is Italian/Indian. All three cultures were present during Cooper's upbringing and he has heard legends from all three since he was a child. Growing up in a middle class English area where the majority of kids were white-Europeans never really caused much trouble. Cooper had an easy smile and quick humour that saw him make friends quickly. It was keeping friends where his talents lagged.

Throughout high school Cooper grew more and more restless, his lack of attention and his growing dislike of authority saw him sent out of the classroom on multiple occasions. It was only at the request of his mother that set Cooper on the straight path... well straighter than he had been on. He finished high school with adequate grades, talked his way into a scholarship and now spends his none working hours sleeping, smoking or hanging out with his friends.




THEME SONG
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Drunk||Ed Sheeran

So begins...

Cooper Masson's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lenny Mathews Character Portrait: Eloise Katell Character Portrait: Mallory Witte Character Portrait: James "Red" Heights Character Portrait: Seth "Nine-Lives" Laske Character Portrait: Charlie Johnson Character Portrait: Cooper Masson
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Apocalyptic New York: A crumbling city, empty of the millions that once called this place home. The plant life is reclaiming the city, stray animals can be found scavenging for food. Around the edges of the city roam fierce creatures that were thought to only exist in legend and myth.
But now reincarnations of the ancient gods are appearing around the city. Their goal: To find and kill the other pantheons' gods. The last surviving team not only leaves with their life but with the power to once again rule the human world and save it from destruction.


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He had called her Ix Chel. Who the hell was Ix Chel and what was going on? Lenny had been out walking to the shops when the earthquake hit. Walls and tumbled down around her, people had disappeared and then this guy had appeared. He didn't look exactly human, in fact he was holding a scepter shaped like a snake and mirror, had feathers on his head and face paint that made Lenny think of a tribal warrior from the movies. Strangely enough, although he didn't give his name, Lenny felt that she somehow knew him. Huitzilopochtli?.

His explanation had been brief and not entirely satisfactory but Lenny had got the gist of it, she was in the future and being forced into a life or death battle against other... gods? The whole godly bit might have been a bit hard to swallow if she wasn't now standing near the docks of New York City. In the harbor she could see the statue of liberty, the flame in her hand hanging at an odd angle.

"Holy shit, what the hell is going on?" She said to herself, glancing around. "Excuse me! You can't just leave me here!" Lenny frowned as she received no answer, or at least not the answer she was looking for.
From away to her left came the sound of heavy footsteps. Lenny spun around, both hopeful and scared. Her hope quickly died as she saw the creature that stepped out of the shadows.

The body of a man and head of a bull. A minotaur. It gave a bellow and before Lenny could fully process the fact that the minotaur was real it charged. Lenny turned on her heel and ran. She had the harbor on one side so she went towards the city, dodging cracked pavement and thick weeds that grew everywhere. Lenny could hear the minotaur gaining on her and frantically glanced around for something, anything that could get her away from it. Her eyes alighted on a fire ladder, halfway pulled down and with a rubbish bin standing beneath it. Before she could second guess herself Lenny changed direction. She jumped, hoped onto the bin and then grabbed the fire ladder. It shuddered slightly as she added her weight to it but thankfully it didn't break. She quickly climbed up, leaving the frustrated minotaur below.

Only when Lenny reached the roof did she allow herself to slump down on the tattered tiles. A stinging sensation on her arm made Lenny glance down to see her long sleeved shirt had been cut on the sleeve. She couldn't remember when or how. The pinprick of pain brought it home to her that this wasn't a dream. Her eyes widened as the shallow graze on her arm, which had been welling with blood a second ago, began to heal itself. Did this have to do with this Ix Chel chick?

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Cooper found himself on the top of a ten story apartment building. He had been called Horus by the guy/god that had appeared too him. 'Horus, was he Egyptian?' Cooper thought, trying to distract himself from the dizzying heights. He hated heights and was already searching for a way to get down. Luckily for Cooper he wasn't on the edge of the city, otherwise he would have been in danger of being attack by a monster. He could certainly hear them though. There was a loud bellowing coming from the docks a short ways away that made Cooper think of a bull.

Eventually Cooper found a door to the inside of the building and after a moment of tugging and pushing he managed to get it open. Below him the floors of the apartment building were strewn with litter. He poked his head into a few of them. In one he found a packet of cigarettes, half full and better than nothing. Cooper pocketed them before continuing down the building. It didn't bother him too much that the building was deserted and clearly falling apart. It looked as if a tornado had raced through the rooms. None of their power worked and he found nothing to eat.

The guy that had explained the situation to Cooper had made it clear that this was some kind of battle and that Cooper was expected to fight and kill other gods. Cooper snorted as he thought of it, there was no way that he was risking his own life for anything. No, he was going to find somewhere nice to hole up and stay there until this whole thing blew over... provided that it did of course blow over. Whatever happened he was going to make sure he steered clear of anyone or anything that might hurt him. It wasn't that Cooper was a coward, he just valued his own life more than, say the rest of humanity.

The front entrance was, strangely, without rubble or any other feature that might have made it seem uninhabited. An unopened chocolate bar sat on behind the reception desk and Cooper snatched it up as he passed. With a shove of his shoulder he pushed open the door and quietly glanced out into the street, making sure that no one was out there waiting.

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Character Portrait: Lenny Mathews Character Portrait: Eloise Katell Character Portrait: Mallory Witte Character Portrait: James "Red" Heights Character Portrait: Seth "Nine-Lives" Laske Character Portrait: Charlie Johnson Character Portrait: Cooper Masson Character Portrait: Warner Highmont McGregore
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As Lenny caught her breath she could make out other sounds erupting from around the city. If she had to, she would guess that others had been attacked by monsters. From a few blocks over she could just make out the shrieking of something . It didn't sound particularly human, somewhere between a human woman and a female. The sound sent chills down her back in just the same way that the Minotaur's shouting from below did.
"What did that guy say?" Lenny thought as she pushed herself to her feet, "There are others out there and some were in my team?"
Nothing made sense and as much as Lenny might have liked to imagine she was dreaming... well there was no way a dream would be this realistic. Not to mention the cut on her arm that had stung. Lenny glanced back down at her sleeve, the skin shown through the torn part was only marked by a thin layer of blood. The skin itself was completely healed.

Lenny pushed the cut out of her mind and wondered to the edge of the building, glancing down into the alley she had ascended from. Below the minotaur growled up at her, apparently it - he? - wasn't likely to quickly forget his prey but neither did it seem that the minotaur could climb or for that matter think of another way to reach her. That gave Lenny an advantage and quickly she strode to the other side of the roof. The flooring creaked in places, making her move more cautiously. Thankfully the building was pressed against another slightly taller building and Lenny was able to climb up onto this roof. From the higher view point she could see the things that had been making the screeching sounds.
Harpies? She thought, remembered some vague lesson on Greek mythology from years ago. Lenny figured that if a minotaur existed than why not Harpies.

Lenny glanced around and found a ladder leading back down the street, thankfully far from where the minotaur was still bellowing. She tested the ladder, found it satisfactory to carry her weight and then carefully climbed down. Once she reached the street Lenny paused. Just where was she going? It wasn't like she knew anyone in New York, it was deserted. Lenny glanced in the direction of the harpies, no doubt there were people there but the question was whether they were those who were supposedly on her side or the ones who would be trying to kill her...

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Cooper found the street deserted. Cars rusted in the centre of the road while greenery had began to grow up through the concrete.
"What the bloody hell happened?" He spoke aloud, finding his cautiousness lost in the face of this mystery. Something had happened so the millions of people who lived and worked here and suddenly left and disappeared.
Cooper began to pick his way through the rubble, his ears pricked for any hint of a noise. He could still hear a range of bellowing and shrieking coming from one side of the city and he was both curious and nervous about what had caused it. His nervousness, of course, won out and his direction was in the opposite direction.

Cooper had just turned a corner when a sound caught his attention, someone's footfalls were echoing down the street. Cooper ducked behind a brick wall, half the bricks tumbled onto the road and watched as the person in question rounded the corner. He was a tall blonde man. There was nothing extra-ordinary about the man that might have indicated to Cooper that he was one of the other gods that were meant to be trying to kill him. As he drew closer Cooper could make out a Celtic tree tattoo on his wrist.

Cooper remained quiet, any move he made might draw this man's attention and Cooper did not want that. Besides you could often tell more about a person when they didn't know they were being watched as opposed to when they did know.
A question formed in his head as he watched the man,
"How would he be able to tell the 'gods' that were supposed to be on his side against the ones that were apparently trying to kill him? .
Cooper had heard the man that had appeared to him earlier use the words gods. Cooper had even understood that the man was including Cooper in the title. Even so there was understanding and then there was accepting. Cooper was a far cry away from accepting that he was a god.

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His mind continued to wrap around the idea of this mutilated New York as he picked his way through the rubble. Warner's fear was only apparent through his shrouded hazel eyes. Not only was he sure that he had someone survived an apocalypse of some sort, but he now had to deal with strange creatures that had bloomed from no where.
Warner thought back to that strange man, his brows creasing as he remember what he had called him. A God. A Norse God apparently, one that goes by the name of Kvasir. He longed to pull out his phone and research this being that he was sure he was not, but the cellular service was gone. 4G Network apparently did not cover the end of the world.

As he walked he concocted a plan for himself. First, he needed to get home, which is where he was headed. If all was well, he would pack a bag and eat up, the head to the book shoop he worked at. Hopefully it was still standing and he could research a little of what was happening. Find out about Kvasir and the other Norse Gods he was apparently supposed to 'team up' with.

Warner glanced behind him nonchalantly, swearing that he had heard something. The street was void of life, but something was off. He felt something inside him stir, a part that wanted to go back and investigate. But he had a plan and he always followed his plans, so he continued to walk, casting a worried glance behind his shoulder ever so often.

As he drew closer to his street, Warner began to grow anxious. His hands constantly ran through his blonde locks and he worriedly rubbed his palms together. The presence still echoed behind him, but at the sight of his building ahead he almost broke down with anxiety. He was parched, stressed, and hungry, and his home was gone.

The top of the old brick structure was crumbled, revealing the steal metal structural rods. The windows were all gone, shattered across the parchment before him. He stared up at his home, the place he had purchased with Tanya and planned a life with her. She has always insisted on living in an old building for the historical feel, and he could never say no to her... Warner's hand began to shake and he could feel the swell of emotion in his chest, but he sucked in a shaky breath and mentally shook himself.

Now was not the time for emotions. He could deal with that later. Now he needed to figure out what the hell was going on and how to get through it. He needed his next strategic move, something further then 'wander the city until you find something'. So Warner turned back towards the way he came and headed in the direction of his work only a few blocks away.