Name:
Logan Pines
Nickname:
"I don't have one, and don't attempt to give me one either."
Nationality:
"I'unno.."
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Other:
Logan is terrified secretly of women due to his first relationship being a total mess. For their nine month anniversary, he bought his girl a beautiful white dove, a bouquet of red and white roses and he found the roses stomped on his front porch, and a dead dove.
Theme song:
I Was a Prayer : Alkaline Trio
I am waiting 'til there's nothing left
I'm a prayer, all you see is breath
I am empty, I am skin and bones, I'm a rib cage
Well, I'm out the door with apathy
But I'm coming home with sympathy
I am realized, I am shamed, I choose to stay here
http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQv57nQ4QYk
Role:
Madison's older brother...
Personality:
Logan is a complex mix of emotions. He tends to hate most people. He's extremely cynical and finds most things annoying. He often is found in his room, strumming his guitar, playing video games or drinking. He finds the psychology of the mind to be amusing, but most of the time he is simply trying to fight off the constant anxiety that knocks on the very inner corners of his mind. Logan suffers from untreated anxiety and depression, he has never told anyone about it due to the fact he would become vulnerable to everyone if his emotions were to surface. To keep anything from happening, he normally keeps to himself, and only does things for himself. Some might even call him selfish, he likes to think of himself as "self sufficient".
He loves horror films, photography, drawing, reading, writing and painting. He finds school a waste of the mind, and a waste of time; he can normally sit in class, not taking any notes, not doing any homework and still ace his tests. He is a certified genius, and it is his downfall, he tends to over think things way too much, and psyches himself out with a bunch of crazy scenarios.
Logan loves physical activities, such as long boarding/skate boarding, boxing, running, football, archery, and gymnastics.
Likes:
+Drawing/Painting
+ Psychology
+ Being alone
+ My guitar: Bojack. Sometimes I sing and write songs... But... That's not for anyone to know.
+ Boxing
+ Drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. Yum.
+ Literature [ie: books, poetry]
+ Sticking to what he knows and not straying far from it.
Dislikes:
x Peppy people
x Having his emotions exposed to the surface.
x Women
x Anything outside of his comfort zone.
x Anxiety attacks
x Thinking too much
Appearance:
Height:
Logan stands a total of five foot seven inches.
Weight:
Due to boxing, he weighs around 150 of pure muscle
Skin color:
Pale, white...Caucasian
Hair color:
A light brownish blonde.
Eye color:
An extremely vibrant blue, with a crystallized clear blue around his pupil.
Build:
He is toned, not muscular mind you, extremely toned.
Clothing:
A black leather jacket, a white t-shirt normally, and a pair of dark jeans with a pair of worn tennis shoes. For school he enjoys wearing ties and a nice pair of khaki pants [this is normally for being a Varsity boxer for his high school.]
Equipment:
Butterfly knife. He also has razors in the shape of stars. He loves collecting weapons. He even has a bow and arrow when he picked up archery for a while
Powers: ( If you're a vampire or were wolf only )
Piercings/Tattoos:
He doesn't like piercings, he thinks they're stupid.
He does however have a tattoo which happens to be a wolf paw print on his shoulder blade with two green eyes peering out of the paw. He also has his family crest on the calf of his left leg.
History:
Logan was adopted at the age of three when his real parents had left him at the steps of a church. He has little memory of that day, or what happened after that. For almost two years he stayed inside the church, being taken care of by the nuns until they realized he needed a true home with a real family and they sent him off to an adoption agency where the Pines family snatched him up immediately.
He lived a good life with the Pines family, but he always felt out of place. He went through a phase from the age of 12-16 where he was angry with the world, and wanted to find his real parents and give them a good fist to the face. He eventually learned to bottle up that terrible thought, be the better person and move on with his life.
Wolf Pack