FULL NAME: Gregory Zachariah Cooper, but goes exclusively by G
DATE OF BIRTH: 19th of April, 1991
AGE: Twenty six now, twenty four as of Vol.1
After moving to San Francisco in 2000, he doesn’t remember much of his life before. He grew up in a town called Newmist in the desert, and that’s about as much as he remembers. That, and a copious amount of foxes, which his mother referred to as “little local wolves.”
Upon coming to San Francisco, he moved in next door to the Nelson household. When one of the boys from next door came over to snoop under the guise of helping with boxes, a quick friendship was formed. Miles informed Gregory that his name was stupid, and that he couldn’t be friends with a guy with a stupid name-- he was then dubbed G. Shortly thereafter, Miles Nelson abandoned his first name in favor of his last.
They’ve grown up together. Despite being two years apart, they graduated together, attended the same community college, and were in the same graduating class in college. G graduated with a degree in engineering, and probably too much information than he knew what to do with.
During college, he turned his life long love of computers into something profitable. In addition to fixing the computers of friends and family for cheap, he took to illegal activity on the internet. This, largely, consisted of supplying essays to people too lazy to do their own work. After college, he moved on from the petty task of plagiarism to bigger and better fish.
These days, he can often be found in his apartment sitting in the dark typing the day away as he searches through illegal files, or sends out custom virus’ in the name of revenge. He’s a technological hit man, if you will, capable of wiping out entire systems and destroying lives with the click of a mouse. This isn’t something he does unprompted, but for other people in exchange for money.
COMPLEXION: Fair, and freckled from his face to his feet. His skin doesn’t tan, it only burns and freckles; he gets more and more freckles in the summer.
BODY TYPE: Standing somewhere around 6ft, he’s not a small man. He’s heavier set, with a bit of a belly and love handles. His arms are thick, shoulders and back broad, and while his hands aren’t worn, they’re strong. His stature makes him look taller.
HAIR: Brown hair, and fluffy, no matter what he may try to do it. It simply won’t obey and adhere to the laws of nature. These days he keeps it shorter at the sides and has taken to keeping the rest comparatively shorter. Now, it only makes him look about an inch taller as opposed to two. In the past three years his hair has been getting shorter and shorter.
EYES: Blue, and often compared to a billion and one things. Windex is a favorite of Ivan’s, though this is entirely too dramatic. They’re much more of a sky blue. He has large iris’.
FEATURES: He’s got a distinctly square-ish jaw and a long face. For the most part, there is nothing exceptional about him; he has fairly average looks, if not the slightest bit exaggerated. Large eyes result in a permanent stare. His lips are accompanied by a dramatic cupid’s bow and a dimple, turned upwards in a naturally inquisitive look, though often pursed together thanks to stress. He carries a lot of tension in his jaw.
STYLE: Not the most fashionable, he relies on jeans (black or blue, never one to draw too much attention to himself), graphic tees, hoodies, and the usual denim jacket. His wardrobe is understated, with nothing terribly bold. The boldest things you might find are oddly patterned socks, and on some days, mismatched sneakers. He owns several pairs of the same sneaker in multiple colors, and on his more tired days will put two on. In the winter he layers up, and in the summer he layers down.
DREAM CAST: Dan Smith
ZODIAC: Aries sun, Cancer moon, Leo rising
ENNEAGRAM: Type 5
MBTI: INTJ
MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral
TEMPERAMENT: Choleric
