‖ Full Name ‖
Logan Everett Wilder
‖ Nickname ‖
Logan, Wilder, Asshole, Dick, Bastard, etc.
‖ Preferred Name ‖
Logan or Wilder
‖ Nationality ‖
American
‖ Ethnicity ‖
Caucasian; 75% American, 10% Greek, 10% Polish, 5% German
‖ Date of Birth ‖
28th of March, 2001
‖ Age ‖
Fourteen
‖ Zodiac Sign ‖
Aries
100% Hetero
‖ Relationship History ‖
He 'went out' a couple times with a few girls, but movies and ice cream and the occasional helicopter ride doesn't really count as a relationship. He did have a girlfriend back in boarding school. Tilly Wiesmann. They were together a couple months and he was her first kiss and everything, but LDRs suck in general, so they broke it off a few weeks before he left Rosenberg.
‖ Current Relationship Status ‖
Definitely Single
‖ Virgin? ‖
For the most part, yeah. He's tried fooling around a bit, but never really got too far.
‖ Skin Tone ‖
Fair; lightly freckled
‖ Height ‖
5'8" and still growing
‖ Weight ‖
140 lbs.
‖ Body Type ‖
Ectomorph // Lean, athletic, and lightly-muscled, but still a bit on the thinner side.
‖ Hair ‖
Short, dark brown hair with a side-swept fringe.
‖ Shape of Face ‖
Round, with chubby-ish cheeks that he hates 'cause adults are always pinching it and stuff. He doesn't mind as much when girls do it, though.
‖ Eyes ‖
Dark Brown
‖ Distinguishing Marks ‖
He's got some pretty strong eyebrow game. I mean, it's like he's got caterpillars stuck to his face.
‖ Physical Disabilities ‖
None
‖ Tattoos and Piercings ‖
None
‖ Fashion Sense ‖
He doesn't really make an effort to 'dress up' unless it's for a party or a date. He usually just turns around a couple times and wears the first thing his finger happens to be pointing at when he stops. It helps that most of the stuff in his closet are designer, so he never ends up looking ridiculous.
‖ Overall Attractiveness ‖
He thinks he's pretty good-looking as is, but can't really give himself a 10/10 'til he loses the baby fat.
‖ Good Personality Traits ‖
‖ Bad Personality Traits ‖
‖ Personality ‖
‖ Strengths ‖
‖ Weaknesses ‖
‖ Mental or Behavioral Disabilities ‖
‖ Life Philosophy ‖
‖ Short Term Goals ‖
‖ Long Term Goals ‖
‖ Aspirations ‖
‖ Hometown ‖
Los Angeles, CA
‖ Upbringing ‖
Logan pretty much had the kind of childhood that most kids could only dream about. He had everything a kid could ever ask for. Weekly trips to Disneyland? Yep. Unlimited toys? You got it. He even had a small fleet of miniature luxury cars and a playhouse the size of an actual home. Despite their busy schedules, his parents always found time for him. They were there at every single one of his milestones, whether physically or through the phone, but there nonetheless. He was coddled and loved and spoiled within an inch of life, and he was fucking happy. And then his parents died. And everything was lost.
A car accident killed the both of them. Head-on collision on the freeway while they were on their way home with the trunk full of stuff for their beloved little boy's eleventh birthday. The media went nuts—week after week of his parents' faces plastered on every news channel, the country in mourning after the loss of the handsome, charismatic young heir of the Wilder fortune and his beautiful wife. Meanwhile, Logan was whisked off to the family's private island in Fiji, away from prying eyes and paps hungry to get a look at the kid Baron Wilder III left behind.
His granddad—his only family member left—ultimately decided to pull him out of Chesterbrook and transfer him to Rosenberg in Switzerland, where he finished the rest of middle school surrounded by fucking strangers instead of family after losing both parents on his birthday. He still can't forgive his granddad for throwing him away when Logan needed him the most, but at least the old man relented when Logan asked to come back to the US for high school.
‖ Childhood Idol/Hero ‖
His dad, to be honest. And he still is.
‖ Dream Job ‖
He's always wanted to be a race car driver or maybe an astronaut.
‖ Pets ‖
None. He's allergic to most animal fur.
‖ Education ‖
Chesterbrook Academy (Aged 4-11)
Institut auf dem Rosenberg (Aged 11-14)
Beverly Hills High School (Present)
‖ Social Class ‖
Upper Class
‖ Household ‖
‖ Pets ‖
‖ Occupation ‖
‖ Residence ‖
‖ Transportation ‖
‖ Relation to this Person ‖
‖ Relationship with this Person ‖
‖ Hobbies ‖
‖ Musical Instruments ‖
‖ Sports ‖
‖ Spending Habits ‖
‖ Drinks ‖
‖ Smokes ‖
‖ Other Drugs ‖
‖ Likes ‖
‖ Dislikes ‖
‖ Favorite Color ‖
‖ Least Favorite Color ‖
‖ Favorite Music Genre ‖
‖ Favorite Food ‖
‖ Form of Entertainment ‖
‖ How do you feel about attending B.H.H.S? ‖
‖ What clique do you think you'll find yourself in by year's end? ‖
‖ Average Grade ‖
‖ Study Habits ‖
‖ Do you plan on trying out for any sports? ‖
‖ Do you plan on joining any clubs? ‖
‖ Schedule ‖
Logan Everett Wilder
‖ Nickname ‖
Logan, Wilder, Asshole, Dick, Bastard, etc.
‖ Preferred Name ‖
Logan or Wilder
‖ Nationality ‖
American
‖ Ethnicity ‖
Caucasian; 75% American, 10% Greek, 10% Polish, 5% German
‖ Date of Birth ‖
28th of March, 2001
‖ Age ‖
Fourteen
‖ Zodiac Sign ‖
Aries
100% Hetero
‖ Relationship History ‖
He 'went out' a couple times with a few girls, but movies and ice cream and the occasional helicopter ride doesn't really count as a relationship. He did have a girlfriend back in boarding school. Tilly Wiesmann. They were together a couple months and he was her first kiss and everything, but LDRs suck in general, so they broke it off a few weeks before he left Rosenberg.
‖ Current Relationship Status ‖
Definitely Single
‖ Virgin? ‖
For the most part, yeah. He's tried fooling around a bit, but never really got too far.
‖ Skin Tone ‖
Fair; lightly freckled
‖ Height ‖
5'8" and still growing
‖ Weight ‖
140 lbs.
‖ Body Type ‖
Ectomorph // Lean, athletic, and lightly-muscled, but still a bit on the thinner side.
‖ Hair ‖
Short, dark brown hair with a side-swept fringe.
‖ Shape of Face ‖
Round, with chubby-ish cheeks that he hates 'cause adults are always pinching it and stuff. He doesn't mind as much when girls do it, though.
‖ Eyes ‖
Dark Brown
‖ Distinguishing Marks ‖
He's got some pretty strong eyebrow game. I mean, it's like he's got caterpillars stuck to his face.
‖ Physical Disabilities ‖
None
‖ Tattoos and Piercings ‖
None
‖ Fashion Sense ‖
He doesn't really make an effort to 'dress up' unless it's for a party or a date. He usually just turns around a couple times and wears the first thing his finger happens to be pointing at when he stops. It helps that most of the stuff in his closet are designer, so he never ends up looking ridiculous.
‖ Overall Attractiveness ‖
He thinks he's pretty good-looking as is, but can't really give himself a 10/10 'til he loses the baby fat.
‖ Good Personality Traits ‖
‖ Bad Personality Traits ‖
‖ Personality ‖
‖ Strengths ‖
‖ Weaknesses ‖
‖ Mental or Behavioral Disabilities ‖
‖ Life Philosophy ‖
‖ Short Term Goals ‖
‖ Long Term Goals ‖
‖ Aspirations ‖
‖ Hometown ‖
Los Angeles, CA
‖ Upbringing ‖
Logan pretty much had the kind of childhood that most kids could only dream about. He had everything a kid could ever ask for. Weekly trips to Disneyland? Yep. Unlimited toys? You got it. He even had a small fleet of miniature luxury cars and a playhouse the size of an actual home. Despite their busy schedules, his parents always found time for him. They were there at every single one of his milestones, whether physically or through the phone, but there nonetheless. He was coddled and loved and spoiled within an inch of life, and he was fucking happy. And then his parents died. And everything was lost.
A car accident killed the both of them. Head-on collision on the freeway while they were on their way home with the trunk full of stuff for their beloved little boy's eleventh birthday. The media went nuts—week after week of his parents' faces plastered on every news channel, the country in mourning after the loss of the handsome, charismatic young heir of the Wilder fortune and his beautiful wife. Meanwhile, Logan was whisked off to the family's private island in Fiji, away from prying eyes and paps hungry to get a look at the kid Baron Wilder III left behind.
His granddad—his only family member left—ultimately decided to pull him out of Chesterbrook and transfer him to Rosenberg in Switzerland, where he finished the rest of middle school surrounded by fucking strangers instead of family after losing both parents on his birthday. He still can't forgive his granddad for throwing him away when Logan needed him the most, but at least the old man relented when Logan asked to come back to the US for high school.
‖ Childhood Idol/Hero ‖
His dad, to be honest. And he still is.
‖ Dream Job ‖
He's always wanted to be a race car driver or maybe an astronaut.
‖ Pets ‖
None. He's allergic to most animal fur.
‖ Education ‖
Chesterbrook Academy (Aged 4-11)
Institut auf dem Rosenberg (Aged 11-14)
Beverly Hills High School (Present)
‖ Social Class ‖
Upper Class
‖ Household ‖
‖ Pets ‖
‖ Occupation ‖
‖ Residence ‖
‖ Transportation ‖
‖ Relation to this Person ‖
‖ Relationship with this Person ‖
‖ Hobbies ‖
‖ Musical Instruments ‖
‖ Sports ‖
‖ Spending Habits ‖
‖ Drinks ‖
‖ Smokes ‖
‖ Other Drugs ‖
‖ Likes ‖
‖ Dislikes ‖
‖ Favorite Color ‖
‖ Least Favorite Color ‖
‖ Favorite Music Genre ‖
‖ Favorite Food ‖
‖ Form of Entertainment ‖
‖ How do you feel about attending B.H.H.S? ‖
‖ What clique do you think you'll find yourself in by year's end? ‖
‖ Average Grade ‖
‖ Study Habits ‖
‖ Do you plan on trying out for any sports? ‖
‖ Do you plan on joining any clubs? ‖
‖ Schedule ‖