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, 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 investigation developed across eleven murders which culminated at trial in 1994, where Everett was found guilty. Shortly after being attached as Lead Detective to that 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 clearances 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 -- all the while Detroit slowly but surely descended into the depths of hell, dragging him down with it. It was the last case he worked that broke him. In September of 2001, a shipping container filled with thirty-three dead girls surfaced at Nicholson Terminal, off the Detroit River. Through the next two years he navigated a quagmire of confidential informants and crime scenes which eventually lead him into an armed encounter with three suspects, posthumously proven responsible for the abductions, nicknamed "The Dearborn Massacre" by local news affiliates. When patrol cars arrived in response to a 10-71, Detective Knowles was found wounded, shot several times, and barely clinging to life. 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: "If I could do everything differently, I would. I don't expect you to forgive me either, you can hold it over my head until I'm dead and gone, but if it were the sort of thing I could snatch out of the air and call passion, I'd name it Bonnie." Fritz: "Something about him sets off alarms in my head. Haven't seen him around for quite some time, but I know he's involved with the ASC, so I can only assume he hasn't left Astoria." 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: "Come to like him more as time goes on, we're pals I think. He's got a rivalry with Bonnie that borders school-yard, but it makes me remember what it was like to be young, and we tend to float in the same circles." Noah: "Needs to remember where his balls are, but he's an alright kid, smarter than I initially gave him credit. The world's been known to chew through people like him without remorse, though. Sink or swim, buddy. I'll do what I can to keep your head above water." Teach: "A bit of an enigma, I'm never quite sure how to read him. We see each other around enough, we've shared a few drinks at Frankie's, but he's the kind of sharp you could cut yourself with. Deadly intelligent. Not the type to mince words. I like that." Tom: "Charismatic, and he works the best watering hole in Astoria. He's also a bourbon man, so we get along just fine." Ron and Dianne: "I see them more than anyone else, yet we rarely talk. Dianne doesn't seem to care for me much anymore, though. 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 most of the time." Raven: "Listen, I have absolutely no self control. She's good-looking, she's provocative. Women with sharp edges and tats do things to me, okay? Trouble with a capital T, make no mistake, but my life is just a series of bad choices at this point, so I might as well pile on a few more." Dante: "Played a game of twenty questions at Frankie's, won a free night of drinking. He's a good person to have around. Capable, handy. Smarter than he looks, that's for damn sure. Can't say I hate his company." Decebal: "A slimy son of a bitch. He's deceptive and spineless, fooled me enough for a decent guy when we first crossed paths, but I know better now. If it were up to me, Dianne never would have split that fight." 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: "What happened with the Eckert's is a god damn shame, but you're a decent man and good police. Reviewing the evidence gives me the impression that Christopher didn't give you much in the way of choices, either. I wasn't there, though. Had I been, I probably would have done the same thing. If I could offer any advise that might help you move on, I'd do it, but I'm still working that out for myself." The Pastor: "We may not share the same opinions on spirituality or religion, but god damn, I think he's a decent guy. Served in Nam, stands by what he believes. Makes a fine drinking partner. Wish I'd seen him recently. Wouldn't mind a little of that holy intervention right about now." Abby: "Met her at Frankie's, stuck in a rut and stood up by some asshole who bailed on their date. I can sympathize with her situation, unemployed and looking for work, enticed to Astoria by North Watch and abandoned, but she'll recover. She's attractive, seems capable. That goes a long way." Cliff: "I like him. He's tough. Doesn't seem the type to catch shit without giving it back, so we're cut from a similar cloth. Maybe a little anxious. Certainly more intuitive than his age might dictate, just don't tell him I said that."