𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 // 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆

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------ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃,

            doctor jamie “coop” kuiper. saint. commission agent. (intro)             father sebastián romero. hunter. priest of la pietá church. (intro)             alastair maywright. saint. underboss & fine arts dealer. (intro)

    𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄.

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      ------st. michael’s annual festival,

                  dr. jamie “coop” kuiper accompanying lennox fairfax.

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MICHIEL HUISMAN as Cal Morrison in Orphan Black (Season 2)

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dulcelnteritus​:

      work hours for the investigator weren’t always the most average, but then most of the city didn’t abide by normal standards of time either. her best hours, her best clients, appeared in the shadows of the night when minds were desperate for answers, eager to fulfill their most secretive wishes, tired from grief and seeking a late night listener to tell them their problems could be solved. even the occasional wanderer with the poor idea of finding a fun time in the wrong establishment would stumble through her doors before being promptly escorted out. and who was she to say her hours special when most of her associates thrived after sundown and conduct everything else when the city of lights rested its eyes? so to see a figure already relaxed in her office was… yes, still shocking and made the woman jump a few inches in the air when the rasp of his voice reached her ears.

      “ even if i were to see someone, they’d have better manners than you. ” it wasn’t the intrusion, that he snuck into her work place before she flipped the open sign, nor was it the knowing curve to his lips that he had startled her that that knitted her brows together as she began unloading her bag and its contents onto the wood top. no. instead her focus immediately shifted to his lounge, so free and unburdened that his shoes somehow were appropriate for her work space. “ feet. off. ” yet despite how biting she tried to make the words, how much she attempted to keep her own lips in a bitter grimace, she couldn’t help the genuine smile creeping underneath it all at his banter.

      “ that’s really sweet. and thank you, but i’m not cleaning the dirt you leave on my desk. that’s your responsibility. ” 

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      the smile that caught his lips at how startled she was for his presence was wide, lost against the cut of his beard, but enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes in actual amusement. it carried through watching her bustle in her office as if he hadn’t intruded in the first place, and coop shifted to pull his feet off of her desk when she reprimanded him. “ yes, ma’am. ” a jest reinforced by too many years of training ---where the tone lingered in a tease but punched with all of the effect of a man who had been conditioned to always say sir, yes sir when given a task or command. still, he lifted himself from her seat entire, fingers patting at the file he’d left - beneath feet she’d gawked at for resting there in the first place - and when he rounded behind her he leaned toward her ear and murmured, “ i have manners. i just don’t use them around you. they wouldn’t work. we both know you like a mongrel. ”

      so began the familiar tour of her office. it was habit by now, tracking to one book shelf and letting his fingers trail along spines of titles he didn’t really read. then he’d move to the other side and peer out the window just behind her desk. eventually he’d linger at a door that was usually shut and not-so-stealthily peek at the cracks as if they’d show him anything about what was behind it. the last stop would be one of the seats on the client side of her desk where he’d make himself at home and spread like warm butter across fresh-golden toast. but for now he lingered at the book case. he even pulled one out and opened it absently, just to feel the pages against his skin.

      “ a very interesting little file appeared on my own desk the other day. i’m sure you’ve paid attention to the news? the saint and slayer that were massacred in the city. shame, that. ” except he didn’t sound the least bit remorseful. the book in hand clapped as he shut it, replaced it on the shelf to grab another. “ of course all of the information i have is official shit. not the nitty gritty someone in vegas might know just by rubbing elbows with thing one and thing two. ” coop hummed, landing on a particularly gruesome picture in one of her books and showing lennox as if she’d never seen it before. “ why in the hell do you have this? what purpose does this serve a PI? ” it was likely a magic book. he had years to learn about druids and yet his interest had never been piqued. lips pursed as he retracted the volume and continued browsing.

      “ so there’s five thousand under the file and all of the information i have on the bloodsucker. i’d like to hire you to look into more. i’ll pay you another five next week. and five repeating until we wrap it up, weekly. ” bloodsucker, he said, as if he weren’t one himself. and he chuckled in slight amusement two hundred pages away from whatever gruesome thing he’d seen moments before. “ you guys really use dandelion petals in spells? what is this, my little pony? ”

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MICHIEL HUISMAN as Alex Sokolov – The Flight Attendant, Episode 02: Rabbit.

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      location: private investigation offices of lennox fairfax.       when: around 11:30pm.       who: @dulcelnteritus​

      the snag about being immortal and needing to drink blood to keep that (aside from needing to drink blood in and of itself) were the rules about invitations. private property needed the invitation of the owner, but public spaces were free reign. permission could be rescinded at any time, but most people were too stupid to realize that a simple oh yes, come in was all they needed. some people were too stupid to remember that they’d said it once in passing, and that it didn’t just apply to their homes. lennox was not stupid, coop would never dare to assume she was, but he knew she had a lot going on at any given time. whether or not she’d studied up on the rules and regulations of her private business and what permissions were needed for a saint to wander in whenever they so pleased was not something coop was concerned with.

      not when he’d just walked through the front door and made himself at home, at least.

      locks meant little to a man who’d spent a good portion of his new life stealing. by the time the doorknob jiggled in earnest he’d been on his phone, feet up on the private investigator’s desk, in the dark, 200 comments deep on an AITA thread on reddit. “ welcome home, honey. ” he didn’t bother to look up from his screen, the soft light reflected against his features, illuminating the soft glow of his eyes that wasn’t at all unlike a cat. “ i’ve been waiting for hours. tell me you’re not seeing someone else behind my back? ” ---the game, a tom and jerry schtick where coop felt as if he was chasing lennox by the tail where the druid eluded him deftly, easily. he could try to seduce her in earnest, but there was no fun in cheating. he’d rather her want him of her own volition, not because of saintly parlor tricks.

      “ i missed you. i have work for you. ”

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[chandlebing]

You’re a stage five dumbass.

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Marianne Moore, from The Handbook of Heartbreak: 101 Poems of Lost Love and Sorrow; "Roses only"

[Text ID: “your thorns are the best part of you.”]

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*    †  [  michiel huisman ,  he/his  +  cis man  ]  :  is  that  JAMIE “COOP” KUIPER  wandering  around  ?  under  these  neon  lights  i  swore  they  looked  like  a  SAINT,  but  in  actuality  they  are  an  AGENT  FOR  THE  COMMISSION.  the  ONE  HUNDRED  AND  SEVENTEEN  /  THIRTY  NINE  YEAR  OLD  is  known  to  be  IRRITABLE  and  SOLITARY,  albeit  DRIVEN  and  LOYAL.  after  spending  SIX  MONTHS  in  sin  city,  their  favourite  song  to  hum  is  ONE  HAND  KILLING  by  TWELVE  FOOT  NINJA,  though  people  often  associate  them  with  old  dog  tags  tucked  beneath  the  collar  of  a  worn  tee  shirt  collecting  what  little  heat  there  is  to  offer,  the  wanted  hit  of  an  adrenaline  rush  in  the  moments  where  a  life  is  on  the  line  (yours  or  otherwise),  and  the  glow  of  two  knowing  eyes  catching  the  dim  light  from  the  street  and  reflecting  back  from  the  shadows — not  unlike  the  cat  waiting  at  home.

--- quick stats. ---

birth name: micha de kuiper. alias: jamie kuiper. nickname(s): doc, coop. title(s): doctor, md. age / d.o.b.: 117, appears 39, august 08, 1905. gender, pronouns & sexuality: cis man, he/his, demiromantic heterosexual. hometown: amstelveen, noord holland, the netherlands. species: saint (current), human (formerly). occupation: commission agent (current), united states marshal (former), marine combat medic (former), grifter (former), british army infantryman (ww2, former), metalsmith (former). education: various degrees throughout his life. most notably acquiring his medical doctorates through the military within the past thirty years. prior to being turned, he had no formal education. relationship status: single. children: none. positive traits: driven, loyal, fearless, meticulous, independent. negative traits: irritable, solitary, sarcastic, nihilistic, blunt. character comparisons: jake ballard (scandal), ellis wyatt (atlas shrugged), cassian andor (rogue one), nick fury (marvel: cinematic universe), mr. big (sex and the city), mr. saito (inception), colonel graff (ender's game), harvey specter (suits), thomas shelby (peaky blinders), kaz brekker (shadow and bone), perry cox (scrubs).

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i. time and place. it always comes down to that. born into poverty, a larger family simply attempting to make ends meet, coop was an honest man in his human life. circumstances of the time period were not kind to him ---born after the turn of a century, the de kuiper family suffered much of the same that any other family beneath the poverty line did. children were conceived to work, the more hands on deck the more trades could be spread throughout with the hope that someone, somewhere could break the mold. coop was not the eldest child but was the eldest son, and set an example for the rest of his siblings. he was an honest man, kind if not a little too serious ---the sort of man who would carve out his own heart and offer it to someone he cared for if it meant helping.

ii. at 34 years of age the world came rushing into his little, quiet life. war, carving a horrible scar into history, with his home being forcefully overtaken by enemy forces. all of the books give gory, graphic details to children about what happened, coop recalls it firsthand. one of only de kuiper children smuggled out in the night before formal occupation ---in one fell swoop holland was overtaken, his family imprisoned, and he never saw his parents or siblings again. it was enough to light a fire in him, one that wanted to see the liberation of his people. coop took refuge in england for a short time before enlisting in the british military as an infantryman. some time served during the war was the last he knew of his humanity, spiritually and literally.

iii. he doesn’t recall the particulars of his change, merely that it was violent and painful. coop would be the first to admit that the time after, the transitory period of learning and becoming was the hardest. time passed differently, memory melted and shifted. adjusting was rough. he knows he saw out the end of the war. he knows he made it to the united states to distance himself from the pain of loss ---of everything he didn’t have anymore in europe. he knows he spent time grifting through the states (land of opportunity and promise his ass). but it’s all a blur.

iv. languages were learned. skills and trades were picked up. he was always good with his hands, but now he needed them to survive. connections were made, a name for himself. aliases changed, attempts to distance himself from everything he’d experienced while trying to keep pieces of himself intact. was he even still human inside? he’d heard what he was  more and more, but there was nothing religious attached to that. aimless, unsure, but itching for the adrenaline of what he knew ---coop finally set himself to purpose in the mid 1990′s and enlisted himself to the navy medicine training support center in san antonio, texas. after bootcamp he was given formal training and upon completion of the program he was assigned a marine battalion to serve with as an active combat medic.

v. he served several tours with his battalion before returning back to the states in 2018. connections formed over his life granted him an opportunity to serve with the united states marshals upon his return, and coop remained active with them from 2018 to 2021. whispers of the commission had been rumbling through ---people joking about its existence, that it was comical, punishment for agents that misbehaved. coop did just that ---misbehaved his way into the commission to see if those rumors were true.

vii. it’s been close to two years since he’d been involved with the us government’s occult division. the nature of his species is a secret kept close to his chest - involvement existing only to kick dirt over information about any supernatural creatures, to keep them secret. it’s better the mass populace doesn’t know, that the government keeps themselves out of it. to his peers he’s simply a gristled, retired combat medic and former us marshal. he holds no particular love for his fellow saints, for any other species out there ---he simply doesn’t think it’s anyone’s business to know they exist.

-- fun facts. --

i. has a cat named achilles. finds it hilarious to tell him to heel.

ii. tired literally all the fucking time.

iii. speaks multiple languages: dutch, english, spanish, german, and farsi are under his repertoire. he’s in the process of learning more, but all have been accumulated over his years.

iv. briefly considered working in an emergency room as a surgeon, but didn’t like the idea of having to deal with the insurance company bullshit.

v. prefers not to associate himself with his species as a whole, but he doesn’t necessarily have a problem with other saints. he’s just a more solitary fellow.

vi. he still has his dutch accent, and has worked hard to not lose it over the years.

vii. lapsed jewish. it’s hard to keep faith through everything he’s been through, but he’s very proud of his heritage regardless. he still observes some things, but does so privately.

viii. jamie kuiper is just the most recent of his aliases. he’s had many over the years. this is the first one that is so close to his birth name.

ix. always wears his dogtags from his us military service. however he still has his tags from british military service, locked away safely somewhere.

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MICHIEL HUISMAN Harley and The Davidsons, 2016

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the older i get the more unnecessary it seems to tell people my business

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