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Logan Hart

There's a lot of problems with this situation, isn't there?

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a character in “Suitors Lament”, as played by Jadebud98

Description

Name: Logan Hart

Age: 18

Appearance: Image

Mortal/Supernatural: Wizard

Personality: Logan at first glance is very quiet and introverted. However, once you become his friend and he gets closer to you he's very calm and perhaps interesting to hang out with. Logan can be quite apathetic at times, not feeling sympathy or empathy to other people and their problems. However, he's very quizzical and something or someone can catch his attention by doing the slightest thing. Ever the logical person, he enjoys reading and solving riddles, with the occasional puzzle on the side. This can sometimes be a problem though as occasionally he can see people as puzzles or something to solve. He can be seen constantly with his I-Pod and headphones, phone or a book. Logan has never been the one for physical activities and because of that he gets exhausted quite easily. Also, even though on the outside he seems kind of impenetrable and hard headed, he's kind of self conscious about a lot of things especially romance. Logan is used to only having people as friends and acquaintances, nothing more, so if someone were to ever hint at a relationship or if he felt that a relationship was coming he would get flustered and become awkward. Even at that Logan is still new to the concept of friendship and may find a lot of things about it odd and troublesome. Logan will usually be friends with more girls than boys, because he just feels there are added pressures and expectations when you're hanging out with a group of guys, especially more athletic ones, but if he doesn't feel awkward then he would be friends with whatever guy wanted to be friends with him.

History: Logan was deemed to be a child prodigy. From an early age his parents gave him a rough time to have to be the best he can be. Not allowing him to have contact with other people his age they kept him sheltered and alone. Once his parents were told that he could become immortal, they jumped at the chance to making him one, even if it was like forcing or arranging a relationship for him. So, they sent Logan out to his new house, telling him other people his age would be there so he could finally make some friends. Logan was overwhelmed to hear that, so he decided he would go, something in the back of his mind told him it could be a trick but he brushed it aside, hoping for the best. (More to be added)

So begins...

Logan Hart's Story

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Logan

Logan watched the clouds as he rode in the backseat of his parents car. His hands sliding on the smooth leather of the seat though he hated the fact it was taken from animals-apparently he had double standards. Eventually, the car made a stop in front of a grand Victorian mansion. He stepped out of the car, as his parents took out his luggage while smiling brightly. He couldn't help but wonder why they would bring him here, he knew his parents loved him-well, he wasn't too sure about that but that's besides the point-but he couldn't wrap his finger around why they would give him freedom from practicing to live in a mansion with other people his age. His mother and father handed him his luggage, giving their goodbyes, "We'll miss you so much, remember to continue your practices," they said as they left him alone.

He walked closer to the scarlet house, the gravel crunching at his feet. He turned the ornate knob of the door and stepped in, the hardwood floor of the house creaking at almost every step he made. Sighing, he sat down on the couch, it was apparent he was the first one there. Restless, he decided to get back up and choose a room, opening a door to one where the walls were painted ebony black and an ivory white bed was set against one of the walls, a bookcase set on the adjacent wall, and a desk with a chair on the opposite side. It was apparent this room was for him when he saw all of the magic equipment, ranging from alchemy to stuff he didn't even know. Relaxing on one of the beds he took out his I-pod and started playing music, waiting for the others to arrive...

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth

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Thump...Thump...Thump...

Logan lightly brushed the ear buds out of his ears, attentively listening to the thuds coming from outside of his room. His interest was piqued at the simple thing, and he determined it was someone outside of the house, knocking on the door, he visualized the rusted brass knocker that was on the door, remembering it was molded into the shape of a lion. Sliding out of his bed, he walked out of the room and over to the door, his interest in who was behind it was piqued, and he was even slightly enthused to find out who it was. If it was going to be one of his roommates he was sure that they would be interesting, Logan had never thought of knocking on the door before entering, it was partially his house after all, so for one of his roommates to be so courteous as to knock before entering was something he wasn't expecting.

He opened the door, ignoring the odd creaking noise it made, he couldn't be bothered when he had something to discover. When the door was fully opened all he could do was stare at the girl. She resembled something like a doll, small and petite, approximately five...possibly even more...inches smaller than him, though he was never good at calculating measurements without magic. Her bangs concealing her eyes, though he supposed he would be a bit hypocritical to note her concealed eyes as odd, seeing as his bangs covered one of his eyes as well...but then again he never did think that was normal-nor did he ever think he was normal for that matter. Her long lavender hair intrigued him, and he had to restrain himself from running his fingers through it, he just had to guess it's texture through sight unless he wanted to seem impulsive. After a minute or two of observing her silently he realized that they were standing in silence. "You must be one of the roommates," he said distantly, his mind wandering off to other concepts, "If so come on in, you should be able to tell which room is yours by what stuff is in it, at least that's how I found out which one was mine," he stated, making room for her to walk through the door.

He wasn't sure how interesting this girl would really be, he supposed he already knew enough about her; her conservative clothes and concealing hair suggested she was shy and insecure, her pale skin suggested she didn't have much of any interaction with other people-quite similar to himself-her knocking on the door led him to assume that she wasn't confident, and that she was somewhat of a pushover...not only that but she was responsible and followed the rules. He was still slightly intrigued though; he wanted to know how she got that way, among other less important things. Once she entered he closed the door behind her. He assumed she was summing him up as well at this very moment, his perplexing nature probably had some sort of negative effect on her. But that was just an educated guess, he unfortunately couldn't read minds, he wasn't as sure about that as he was about her personality. He folded his arms around his chest, pushing the soft fabric of his hoddie onto his skin, reminding him that he didn't put on a shirt under it, perhaps others were correct in calling him lazy, but he just didn't find it to be important at the time. He decided he'd put one on later, he was in the presence of a new roommate after all. Realizing he was lost in his mind again he went back to reality, watching the girl to gauge her reaction to everything that just happened. Little did he know that this girl was going to be one of the most interesting things he's ever seen.

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth

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Roscoe


The rain pounded down on the car, black clouds heaving like ships on stormy seas. The cab was like a yellow splash of sunshine in the nighttime, a little glow of light in the darkness, a glowing flame sashaying down the long, long road.

And curled up in the backseat, like a little kitten, was Roscoe, golden curls spilling out over the upholstery, his thin chest slowly rising and falling in the facsimile of breathing-- a habit he had kept through all these years without any real need for the process. Roscoe White didn't use oxygen. Roscoe White wasn't technically alive.

Oh, he gave a good show of it-- enough so that the taxi cab driver (albeit suspiciously) accepted his hundred bucks and tossed his luggage in the back. Then again, the boy was bouncy and cheerful enough that his tireless energy, moving this way and that and asking questions upon questions upon questions, usually had one much too preoccupied to question his humanity. One might compare him to a squirrel. Too much energy for his own good.

In the meantime, the rocking back-and-forth movement of the taxi was enough to lull Roscoe to sleep, something that he never thought would happen. He was far too excited for such things! In the past week, his heart practically shattered his bones as it pounded inside his rib cage. For once in his unlife, he'd be able to hang out with some kids his age who were different, like him! Oh, Roscoe was great at making friends, and he was quite optimistic about the new life he was about to begin. Now he didn't have to pretend. Finally!

Eventually the road smoothed out, changing from gravel to pavement, and they emerged from the watery storm into bright sunlight, so quickly that it was almost like someone had flipped a switch, click! The sun had been turned on. The absence of the lulling rain brought Roscoe to stir, and, rubbing his eyes, he stretched and scootched to the window, peering out over the landscape.

The driver glanced back at him. "Oi, kid, put your seat belt back on."

Roscoe did. Even with the elastic, it was still loose on his lanky frame. He had big feet and hands, but his shoulders, neck, and torso were skinny, skinny things. But the mop of sandy curls atop his head spilled over a pale, round face with sparkling eyes and a shy, mischievous, dimpling smile. Altogether, he had a gangly figure. But... squishy.

He pulled his knees up onto the seat and pressed his face up to the window, and then his heart just about leaped into his throat when he saw the mansion approach on the horizon. He jolted so hard that he fell back and became entangled in his own seat belt. "That's it! That's where I'm headed!" he shouted, grinning from ear to ear. And before Roscoe could even say "nervous", the cab screeched to a halt before a looming, sparkling mansion.

Suddenly, all his energy seemed to have deserted him. And so it was almost shyly that Roscoe White opened the door and emerged, blinking, into the sun. He almost forgot his luggage, and, grinning bashfully, he sprang over to the boot of the car to haul his two suitcases out.

He took a deep breath, excitement and nerves fluttering in his stomach.

Well. No turning back now!

Roscoe grasped his luggage by the handles and spun around, dragging it toward the door. When he looked up, his heart skipped a beat to see that there were two people, a boy and a girl, standing in the open doorway. The guy looked like a dozen other kids he'd seen before, though there was something... something different that Roscoe couldn't put his finger on, as if the air around the kid... tingled. It was almost magical.

But the girl, now she was beautiful. Not in the traditional sense, but there was a charming appeal to the prim, mouselike figure that stood on the steps to the palace-like home.

Roscoe came to a halt before the steps, feeling suddenly out of place. "Uhm... hi?" he tried, scratching the back of his head. A shy, goofy half-smile split his face.

And just then, a gust of wind moved the clouds overhead, and sunlight, sparkling sunlight, fell over Roscoe White, whose skin turned shimmery and translucent in the beams.

He looked ghostly.

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Zyta Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth

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Zyta tapped her fingers on the desk, her eyes staring down at the blank paper in front of her. She had a pencil in her hand, but she couldn't focus on the gloomy picture she had been trying to draw. She wasn't the best, but she wasn't bad by any means. At her old home, the paintings were filled with sunny, warm colors. The small room near her bedroom- she had to share with the King, no matter what she wanted to do. It was a small art room lit up with many colorful lights. It was supposed to make her 'cheerful'. It did such a good job. The yellow walls were covered in bleak paintings and dark colors. She pushed the paper away with a sigh, and stood up, her long white hair flowing behind her, a large pink-and-black flower holding it away from her eyes. Her dress was only to her knees and was a light pink at the top, but became darker the farther you got from the top. She found it perfectly summarized her life.

She walked into the barren bedroom and over to the small outcropping in front of the window, and pulled herself up onto it quickly, folding her legs up to her chest as she looked out the window. She could see a Victorian mansion near the house- a castle, really, that the Council lived in. It was the only thing big enough to rival the mansion she was currently in. She was immediately interested when she saw a car pull up through the storm outside. "Let's go great the new arrival to the grand home, shall we?" She said to herself. She could always go out, she was known as a nice person in town, and the 'disappearances' that seemed to come in her wake were ignored. She made them look like accident anyway. People ignored her status in the council, everyone knew the story. Her parents had made sure of that, cutting out the fact that they were the ones that had taken money to give her up. No, they were just more 'victims'. She smiled and pulled herself off the windowsill, and to her closet. She would need more durable clothing. She put on a trench-coat and pulled on some leggings, leaving her heels. She drug her umbrella out and started walking, her new outfit fitting her more comfortably then the dress. She always hated dresses.

The door creaked open, and she walked out into the dreary day. She ran forward until she got to the house, just as a man- who had come from a cab, apparently, as she had just seen one driving away, approached the door. She looked around, then approached him quickly. "Hello!" she smiled lightly. "Are you all moving in? I live right up-" she turned and pointed to the grand mansion- larger than everything else- "there. I'll most likely visit frequently, I always visit around town" she looked over to where the newest arrival was. He looked like a ghost. She was stunned. Besides the Council, she didn't know of any other supernaturals. "Uh.. yes! I-I oversee the town, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me, okay?" she smiled lightly and walked closer, looking over the group as she dropped the umbrella to her side. It was still raining, but it was sunny and the rain was stopping. "I'm just being neighborly. Also... be careful, okay? All of you. Just.... please" she smiled, but it faltered. She looked over the three again quickly. Her white hair was messing up in the wind, and she absentmindedly held her hand out, and the wind stopped just as quickly as it started. She straightened her hair out and smiled.

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Zyta Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth Character Portrait: Savino Morgan

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"G-good morning!" Inanna spoke up shyly almost the moment the door opened, quickly curtsying in a rather old-fashioned manner, partly out of habit long since drilled into her being, partly out of a slight trepidation at meeting the gaze of the person standing on the other side of the entryway. Lifting the very hem of her skirt ever so slightly with her delicate hands - an effect which was slightly ruined by the occasional tremor of nervous anticipation that ran through them - she dropped her head just a little too quickly, and perhaps a bit too far. Putting all these factors together, the resultant bow looked just a little comical.

The one who answered the door began to speak, and the dark-haired girl couldn't help but look up in surprise. A... a boy? This was her housemate? It took a moment to sink in, but when it did, she quickly began to blush, something which was thankfully hidden behind her protective curtains of hair. N...no way. She was going to live with a boy? But she'd barely ever interacted with anyone of her own age, let alone someone of her age and of the opposite gender! This was... She didn't know how she'd be able to talk to him or deal with him at all.

"O-oh..." She said at last, speaking up simply because she realized she'd been silent far too long to be considered socially normal. "A-alright, then." She wasn't really sure how to respond any further, so decided to just leave it at this, and began attempting to bring her duffel up the steps. She wasn't exactly very strong, so it took her several moments to haul the somewhat heavy bag through the door. By the time she finished this and turned back around, her attention grabbed by several sudden sounds, things had become much more... bizarre.

Suffice to say, when things were quickly complicated by the arrival of a white-haired lady who claimed to be their neighbor, a boy who suddenly turned transparent about the same time as he spoke, and a third, angry-seeming individual who stormed past her muttering something that sounded like a curse in a language she'd never heard, Inanna's jaw dropped, and only one word came out.

"W-what...?!"

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Zyta Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth Character Portrait: Nuriel

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Nuriel heard more people enter the house and the girl's high squeaky voice. With a groan, he closed his book and put it back on his nightstand. It was time to face the music. After buttoning up his shirt, Nuriel took a deep breath, relishing the quiet before making his way up the stairs. Opening the door that led to the hallway, Nuriel closed it silently before making his way to the lobby. However, instead of walking into the middle of the room and introducing himself, Nuriel stood quietly in a shadycorner and observed his housemates. The girl seemed shy and squirrely, a white-haired lady was standing by the front door, and some elfish-looking guy was standing in the doorway, an awkward grin on his face. There was also a boy with earbuds standing in the room, though he couldn't read much off of him.

Nuriel rolled his eyes and stayed quiet. He had never held a strong presence, and he was hoping no one would notice he had arrived. Introductions were always awkward for Nuriel, seeing as he generally disliked people. Especially loud, annoying, and obnoxious people. Though to be fair, Nuriel knew he had no right to judge any of these people. He had to give them a fair chance first, but somehow he had the feeling he wasn't going to be changing his opinion.

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Zyta Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth Character Portrait: Nuriel

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"I suppose I should be heading back now. Good luck" Zyta said, looking at the people, then back up at the home. She sighed lightly. "Goodbye... you should come by sometime... it would be fun" she smiled and turned, walking down the street. When she figured they wouldn't see her, she smoothed back her hair, then touched her face lightly. The stark white of her hair turned to a deep raven, her eyes to a light green. "Off to do some bad deeds!" she sang to herself, but her face was set in a deep frown. She pulled a list from her coat. On it was a list of people, businesses, anything and anyone who had wronged the Card Dealer. She pressed her hands on the coat again, and it changed color to a dull green- she was happy, as everyone in town still figured she always was. She looked down on the list again, her eyes darting over the names, then landing on one in particular. Her fathers name. She smiled for the first time in a long time. She was to kill only half of the list in her hand- most of it were just warnings for a more... long-term punishment then death. She never dealt with those.

Her heels clacked against the cobblestone pathway up to an old-looking, family owned hotel. She didn't know these people, and for that she was glad- she was sent to warn them of things to come- or who to come. She made sure she had the right address, then looked a the name "Anna Kathrine Banks. Daughter of hotel owner/worker" She read aloud, looking up at the building. Oh, what did you do, Anna? she thought. In her mind, she was picturing a small little girl of ten or twelve- it had happened before. She slid open the door and a bell chimed. A girl who looked around fifteen came up to Zyta.

"Hello! I'm Anna. Do you need a room for the night? You look chilled to the bone, Miss..." the girl said, and Zyta's eyes immediately became sad. She looked so... utterly... happy.

"Yes.... It's..... er.... Jade. It's Miss Jade, dear. Sara Jade" she said quickly. The girl smiled and went back to the desk, grabbing some keys and beginning to walk to a flight of stairs. Zyta followed her, all the way to a room on what looked to be the top floor of the hotel- it was only three floors in total, after all. Anna unlocked the door and stepped in, and she followed her, flipping on a light.

"Well, here you are, Miss Jade" Anna smiled and Zyta nodded looking about the room. Her eyes landed on a plant, and she looked back at Anna. "Yes, thank you. I'm sorry" She said, and lifted her hand, the plant seeming to grow and wrap around Anna's mouth and hands, then her feet. She tried to scream, but she couldn't move. She looked suddenly terrified.

"I am.. sorry, Anna. You don't understand. But you are warned, Anna. Worse things than I will soon come for you. A tip? Don't struggle. The vines get tighter if you do. I have to go now" Zyta said, stepping forward. She patted Anna on the head of her blonde hair, then went to the window and opened it. She jumped out, the air bellow her pushing up with strong enough winds to slow her fall until she hit the ground on her feet. She ran sighed and ran a hand through her hair, and her hair and eyes became stark white and pink again. The rest of the people could wait. She wouldn't do that again today.