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Logan Park

The Outcast

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a character in “Stockbridge”, as played by Limeaid

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LOGAN PARK
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"Living in the state of dreaming, of dreaming" -MARINA
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xxxxx|| Legal Name || Miracle Logan Park
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xxxxx|| Nickname(s) || Logan, Park, (all) Mira (family/friends).
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xxxxx|| Pronouns || They/She
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xxxxx|| Age || Twenty-Three (23)
xxxxx|| Sexuality || Herexx
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xxxxx|| Role || The Outcastxx
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xxxxx|| Birth-place || Stockbridge, MAxx
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xxxxx|| Hex || #A02B75xx
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xxxxx|| Height || 5′ 7″
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xxxxx|| Build || Slightly on the taller side, Thin but with some muscle.
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xxxxx|| Tattoos || Logan has a good amount of tattoos with plans to get more. The first two they got where stick n pokes in high school on the middle and ring finger on their left hand, of a lil mushroom dude, and a smiling flower. Their first official tattoo was on their right wrist of 32/8 as an way to always have their mom with them. Most of their tattoos are on their left arm starting with smoking cloud near their shoulder, a mushroom gal below, two more pin-up esc ones, and a teacup tattoo. Their most recent tattoo is on the back of their neck of a pair scissors.
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xxxxx|| Piercings || Logan has multiple ear piercings, as well as a septum and a tongue piercing.
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xxxxx|| Description || Logan has gone through a sort of metamorphosis over the past year. Someone who used not care too much about their outwards appearance, as a way to distance themselves from femininity. As they grew more confident, so did their style. Now they tend to dawn on more masculine color schemes, black, greys, browns, burnt orange, deep reds, and yellow. but also isn't afraid to lean more into the softer side of fashion. Logan loves taking risks in fashion and making statements in fashion. You'll easily see them in maxi dress, or a deep-cut suit jacket. Loving to layer most of their fits with some form of a jacket on top. Taking more care and pride in their hair they have opted to go for a shorter style, losing the braids of their high schools year to make room for a 1920's finger wave style with a modern twist. They've grown to love sticking out in a crowd, as now not just their personality that commands attention, but everything.
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xxxxx|| Likes || Tattoos, Dark Colors, , Video/Arcade Games, The smell of campfire, Camping, Spice Girls, Long Drives, Reading The Beach, Skateboarding, Black Coffee, Cats, Psychedelics, Drawing, Drinking, Board Games, Staying up late, Horror Movies, Movie Nights, True Crime Podcasts, Family, The Smell of Old Books, Halloween
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || Stockbridge, Sheriff Clarke, Authority Figures, Conner and Mari, The Smell of gasoline, Accidently inhaling bong water, Cold Showers, People only using She/Her Pro-Nouns on them, Fishing, Boats (gets sea sick easily), The Cold, Snow, Fruity Candles, Flip Flops, Being Called Aggressive
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xxxxx|| Quirks || Sticks tip tongue when excited/bobs her back and forth, rhythmically taps right temple when deep in thought, pulls sleeves when uncomfortable, leg bounces when they are anxious, or messes with hair, tugs on earlobes if she likes someone.
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xxxxx|| Fears || Losing her dad, being alone, not evolving as a person, drowning, getting sick.
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xxxxxFrom the outside, Logan is a strange person, who seems to keep them to herself and has a small friend group. You might think that they’re antisocial or a lone wolf and that they’re too combative to be worth trying to be friends with. Logan comes off as a distant, and isolated person. Although this is only a half-truth, in a small town like Stockbridge what people say you become the truth. Trying to shake the Angry Black Woman stereotype has proven to be hard when you're already mostly disliked.

Growing up Logan was still one to question everything, push boundaries and buttons. Getting in trouble with teachers, and later on the sheriff's department. Branded as being part of the wrong crowd, Logan found it hard to make real friends. When others did mostly it was to seem cooler or like a “bad kid” themselves. Logan quickly built up a guard, thinking it would be better to keep people out so as not to be used by them. Logan would move through the rest of their school years as an outsider, a black sheep. She says they like being alone, but it's getting harder to lie to themselves.

Now twenty-three, coming out of a dysfunctional relationship losing her two best friends in the process, Logan feels more alone than before. Logan has been more prickly as of late as they haven't processed falling out with their friends. Seeming more guarded than ever, Logan has pretty much been MIA, only really coming out of their house for work.

If you get to know Logan, and they let you in you'll find a very sweet and caring friend. Someone who will be dangerously loyal to you. Someone who will make sure you are being your best self, helping you even without asking. You’ll have a true friend, just don't cross them or you won't ever get it back.

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xxxxx|| Fencing/Sword Fighting || Logan is pretty quick with a sword, as they were in fencing lessons for years.
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xxxxx|| Gymnastic/Agility || Quick on their feet and flexible, Logan is very skilled when it comes to gymnastics
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xxxxx|| Language || Both of Logan's wanted them to learn their native tongues, so they are fluent in both French and Korean. Logan will often cuss out people in French or Korean.
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xxxxx|| Vices || Drinking, Smoking.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || Standing Up, Combat, Self Defense, Reading People, Taking Space.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || Picking Fights, Petty, Holds Grudges, Reserved.
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Born to Jackson and Juliette Park, Logan was a welcomed and loved gift. Their mother had suffered from a miscarriage the year prior, so they didn't expect that she would come along. Named after what she was, a Miracle but her parents agreed to mostly use her middle name, Logan after Juliette's father.

As a kid Logan was active, loving to run around getting into trouble never really sitting still. Always being kind of hurricane, beautiful but destructive. Logan’s parents would enroll them in Gymnastics as a healthy way to get out their energy, This would prove to be very helpful in mellowing them out. Logan remembers coming home from practice and curling up in her parents' arms as they would read them to sleep with stories in their native tongues. This would birth Logan's love books, reading anything they could get their little hands on. Everything seemed to be perfect in the Park house, but every paradise has a darker side.

When Logan was eight to the shock of their dad, his wife, her mother ended up falling ill very quickly. This is when the two of them finally were told that Juliette had been hiding her breast cancer for the past two years. Logan has blocked out most of the end of her mom’s life, not wanting to have to relive the pain. Logan does remember her parents having many fights about Juliette never sharing what she was going through. It was only a few months after being hospitalized when Juliette ended up passing away.

During and after her mom's passing, Logan became more difficult. Disrupting class and having more outbursts. This would quickly label them as problem child, and Logan found that after the memory of her mom faded from her classmates, so did warmth to them. Logan would move through the rest of their time at school resenting her peers and making themselves as unapproachable as possible. Only really having one friend through all of it, Marissa.

Marissa and Logan had been best friends ever since they first met, Mari being the more quiet and responsible one who would real Logan in from their more destructive side. After they graduated the two of them started to date in secret as Mari’s parents were very religious. The two seemed to be perfect together, and Logan completely trusted her. After about 5 months of dating, a new guy named Conner came into town, and the duo quickly became a trio becoming fast friends with Conner. Mari and Logan came up with a plan to get Mari’s parents off her back, Mari and Conner would pretend to be dating around them. This would work until the two started to fall for each other. Eventually, it would blow in Logan's face, and Mari would end making it official with Conner breaking up with Logan, as being with Conner was easier. Logan would be quick to cut the two of them out of their life, losing their girlfriend and two closest friends.

Logan had been isolated for a bit after the fact, only coming out to go to work or bike rides. Then it happened

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cs: phosphene - fc: Tati Gabrielle - hex code: A02B75

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So begins...

Logan Park's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis Character Portrait: Rowan Woods Character Portrait: Deirdre Worthington Character Portrait: Bea Clarke Character Portrait: Logan Park Character Portrait: Conner Bailey
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Letta Hardcastle.
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Two weeks later and Letta still couldn't believe that her family was still missing. The anxiety surrounding her grandfather had hit quickly, but she was beginning to miss even her grandparents, as overbearing as they could be. When she first found them gone, she had taken their expensive car out for a spin, she ate whatever she wanted, slept in often, and wore whatever she wanted. But a few days into things, it got old quickly and she began to worry.

What helped to keep her from spiraling, were her friends and her writing. She was determined to figure out what happened to not only her family but her town as well. She wasn't the only one missing loved ones. Ben was missing his father, Bea was missing hers, and on and on. An evergrowing list of the missing.

That wasn't the only concerning thing about what was going on in Stockbridge. Those who were left, the survivors, reported seeing strange things around town. Things they couldn't explain. Their power would work, but they couldn't get any signals from outside of town. No radio. No tv. No cell signals. No internet. They were completely alone.

Letta stood in her room, shoving the things she needed into her satchel: her notebooks, her pens, a flashlight, and a few small "essentials" like chapstick, a small water bottle, and a granola bar. Tonight was another meeting of the survivors. Mostly to theorize just what might've happened to get them all into this mess, and how exactly they were going to get out of it. She looked forward to working with Rowan. She was an incredibly smart girl who always seemed to see things in ways the rest of the town didn't.

Before heading out of her bedroom, she grabbed her Canon Rebel DSLR camera, made her the cap was on tightly, before tossing the strap over her head and bounding down the stairs, shutting the door tightly behind her. She might be the only one living there, but if strange things were afoot in her town, she would like to know if they were cavorting in her bedroom. Plus, she made it clear that her home was open to those who needed it. The only way they were going to get through this thing is together.

She exited her home through the garage after checking every door leading to the outside was locked. She grabbed her rollerskates and shoved her socked feet into them, and rolled out, her boots held tight in one hand and her garage remote in the other. Just like that, she was off down her driveway and headed towards the diner.

She had stopped driving within the first week once they realized they couldn't reach the outside, or leave. If they weren't going to get any more gas, there was no point in wasting it when it could be used for other things in case of emergencies. Besides, this was a small enough town to get around in any way. Why not get some exercise in?

The air was chilly as she pushed her way through the empty streets. The sight still gave her the heebs. She was so used to the bustling of small-town life. Waving to the old man who owned the barbershop as he swept the hair from his floors. Or the produce woman who used to give her a free apple as she passed (if she was on foot or wearing skates). Both of them hadn't been seen since everyone else disappeared. The whole town was reduced to next to no one. She rubbed her arms, though she was warm enough under her jacket that she knew it wasn't from the cold. She could've sworn she was being watched.

Once the diner came into view, she sped towards it, hoping to chase whatever, or whoever was watching her. Or at the very least get enough distance that the feeling would leave her mind.

The ghosts of this town were going to get to her one day.

She reached for the door, pulling it open, swinging herself inside where she used her momentum to roll to a nearby table. Rowan and Dierdre were already there. The sight of the dark-haired, brooding... of Dierdre made her swallow the lump that formed in her throat. She quickly turned her attention to Rowan, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Hey, babe, sorry I'm late." She sat on the edge of the nearest vinyl seat and swapped her skates for her boots. Although I guess I'm early since it's just the three of us." She gave a nod to Deirdre by way of greeting.

She pulled out her phone and sent a request for an ETA to the rest of the group.






Ben Daniels.
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Ben sat on his front porch, a lit cigarette between his fingers. He took a drag, holding it, and blowing out the smoke in a chemical cloud. He knew he needed to get going or he'd be late for the "meeting". Normally, he would assume that no one would even notice he was missing. But since he began working with Bea, Letta, and Rowan and investigating the town, recording his podcast episodes, if not for any other reason than to just document the goings-on of Stockbridge... he felt seen. He didn't realize how chafing that would feel until he was constantly being looked at and talked to. It had been a long time since he had that kind of attention on him and it was definitely an adjustment.

He took another drag, allowing himself a moment of stillness, to savor the silence. Their small rickety house just outside the neighborhood was usually quiet, especially since it was just he and his father, but there was just something about the stillness around him that he wanted to savor for another moment. It was also a moment of calm before he would be around Bea Clarke again.

She wasn't chaos by any means. She just... caused his body a little chaos. His heart races when he sees her. He talks a little too fast sometimes. His mind moving a mile a minute. He wants to impress her. He wants to be himself. He wants to make her laugh. He doesn't think he's very funny. He blew out another puff of smoke and ran a hand through his dark hair with a sigh. He needed to shake the feelings. Bea was too good for the likes of him. A Misfit. The boy without a mom and an unstable father, raised in the party scene and moved to small town, Massachusetts. He traded board shorts and cargo pants for jeans and leather jackets. Though, strangely enough... if he allowed himself to think about it, he actually prefers this life.

Camping under the stars with friends. Seeing Bea smile. Kayla's hugs and guidance. They liked Ben for who he was and not the money in his pocket or his father's career. Just... Ben.

He took one last drag as the lit end neared the butt of the cigarette before he flicked it into a muddy section of his front yard where it would be doused by the moisture. Last thing they needed was a forest fire when there weren't any firemen around. He released the smoke into the air, watching it dissipate before as it rose into the night sky. Time to go. He thought. He grabbed his flashlight, his phone, a walkie, and his old skateboard, and made his way into town.

He thought about taking it bike to the diner, but he tried to use it only for emergencies. Gas was all around him but he didn't feel like siphoning it until he had to. For now, he would just ride. He arrived at the diner just in time to see Letta Hardcastle barreling towards the door and swinging her way inside. Almost like she was running from something. Ben squinted into the night, only really seeing shadows. He prayed none of those shadows moved any more than a shadow should. He tried not to let it cause him any unease. Before he walked inside, he pulled out his phone, typed a quick text to Bea before heading in.

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Character Portrait: Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis Character Portrait: Rowan Woods Character Portrait: Deirdre Worthington Character Portrait: Bea Clarke Character Portrait: Logan Park Character Portrait: Conner Bailey
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