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Logan Creed

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Deception

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Logan Creed


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All rights and credit for the image above go to the respected artist, Jason Chan and his website http://www.jasonchanart.com/ I do not own the image and will remove it if requested.


His name is Logan Creed. He was born during the month of spring (April), on the twenty fourth day. He is currently forty one years old and is in good physical condition. Standing at six feet and two inches tall, Logan weighs 180 lbs and carries a lean muscled build. Missing his left eye due to life changing accident he got into back in his late twenties, early thirties, he his left with only his right eye to see from. The color of the optic is a medium to dark brown color just like the hair upon his head. Logan's hair is naturally straight, long and reaches just six inches past his shoulder blades.

Any notable scars and/or tattoos upon his body are hidden due to the suitable clothing he wears and almost never removes unless sleeping, bathing, injured, or engaging in sexual activities. Being born from parents not of the same species, Logan is a halfbreed. His mother and his father an elf of the forest. Due to this, Logan has gained half of the traits his father was blessed with such as swiftness, keen senses mostly in hearing and sight, and a slight blessing of immortality. On his mother's half, he inherited some of her personality as well as natural traits like all humans possess. Appearance is split between both parents for he may have slightly pointed ears, but he carries the normal flesh tone of his mother, and the long, straight hair like his father's. Whether or not he's handsome is up to those who see him for in ranking of looks, Logan tends to range in the 'normal/plain' and 'rugged' category.

Logan is a single man and he's heterosexual, which means that he prefers the opposite sex. Which in this case means, women. Logan is a swordsman of sorts for his profession, or so his classification would insist that he was. Even though we wields two swords of a strange craft, which means they were made by his father's kinfolk or enchanted. Despite carrying them, Logan seldom fights lest dueling and/or sparring with someone. When or if he engages in such activities, Logan shows good swordsmanship and quality skill. He always puts up a worthy fight and the score of his wins and loses is usually tied or around the same percent as one another.

Hand coordination wise, his right hand serves as his dominant hand, but he works just as fluently with his left hand. For disabilities one would most likely say that having only one eye would serve as one, but the truth is, Logan's just fine without the eye and seems not to show anything wrong with him. A man with a healthy mind, Logan listens as well as he is pretty wise. This also earns him the father or teacher figure most people younger than he portray him to be when coming to know him for a while. Truth be told, Logan is like a father even though he shows no desire to ever raise children of his own let alone get married to a suitable woman.

Educated in both reading and writing, Logan is capable of fending for himself in the world of contracts, books, and other written inscriptions. He also knows some mathematics such as counting and multiplying, but that's all the further he can go in that field. Asides from that, he's experienced in archery, hunting, tracking, and basic knowledge for survival in the wilderness due to his father's teachings at a young age. Being one who was curious of the work in the kitchen, Logan's grandmother on his mother's side of the family taught him how to cook an assortments of foods and how to make the most bland food appear somewhat appetizing. Which helps when living in the wood with only berries, insects, other fruits, and game to eat with little access to a fire or cook ware. Logan also expresses that he's an experienced fighter and swordsman even though he never rarely obliges to preform such activities lest it be training or an example of sorts. In other things, Logan also knows how to sew, use herbs and other materials to make salves and remedies for wounds and other ailments.

Logan's living situation isn't complicated in any means for he does not have a home to go to at the end of the day. Instead he usually camps outdoors or stays at an inn. The reason behind this is unknown. When asked, he simply replies with a shrug and a glance towards the sky and says that he goes wherever the wind takes him. As for family is concerned, the only family Logan still socializes with is his still youthful and fair father for his mother died of old age and other ailments when Logan was in his mid thirties, his grandmother died when he was still a teenager. Even though he was rather close to his father when he was younger, Logan's ties to the elf have loosened over the years, but the father and son still remained bonded even though they frankly talk or meet one another face to face. Logan's other families are unknown of for he never speaks of them or has shown close relations to them.

On the side note, Logan knows both the English and Elvish languages, and he is apparently nonreligious.


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Rights and credit for the image go to the respected artist, Jason Chan and his website http://www.jasonchanart.com/ I do not own the image and will remove it if requested.


Personality wise, Logan is a generally nice person. He's accepting to most and he's almost like that of a father to those he's gotten to know pretty well. Like a teacher, he shares his wisdom to those who ask for it and have earned it over time. Rather knowledgeable and quick to learn, Logan is able to get by just fine. But even the calmest man can get annoyed and agitated at times.

When he does, Logan often seeks solitude so he can collect himself without having to argue with anyone or hurt their feelings. Going by the moral of saying nothing at all when he has something not nice to say, Logan tends to be viewed as a bit of a pushover because of this even though he has a strong will and can uphold his own in almost any situation displayed. However, Logan does make sarcastic remarks, criticizes, and can be a bit mean without trying. Generally, Logan is on the side of good but can often see a reason why the evil are the way they are. He also has a pretty good sense of humor and is very loyal to those who have earned his trust.

Unsure of what he likes, Logan is always experimenting with new things which usually turn into hobbies even though he doesn't know it. At the moment, Logan is currently interested in different cultures and lifestyles as well as traveling vast distances in order to explore lands he has yet to set foot on. Rather picky at times, Logan dislikes violence and fighting in public places, cruelty to the weak, and disrespect as well as arrogant people who view themselves very highly. Currently Logan hasn't a goal or ambition to drive himself on by, but he does have his fears despite none of them being major in any way. Not one who's superstitious, Logan does have his beliefs even though he seems to the type who can care less about such things. For a prized possession, Logan would have to say that his swords and the patch over his left eye for he has had a past with both and has yet to lose them.

Asides from that, not much is important to cling to like that.


For Logan's main attire, please see to the first image above, and for the secondary set look to the second image above. Obviously Logan's two main weapons are his long swords, but he can conform to using almost any weapon if needed be. Also, he occasionally carries a hunting knife, some daggers, and a hunting bow as well as a quiver full of arrows upon his person. But since he carries no desire to fight, Logan narrows his choices down to his swords for he does not wish to engage in any activity which'll harm others as well as himself. Asides from that, he usually carries some money for expenses, and some other gear which is tied to the saddle of his horse, Leaf.

So begins...

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Character Portrait: Logan Creed Logan Creed says,
 His dark clothing would match that of the abyss of the night as he slowly trudged forth down the small alleyways between homemade shacks that were abandoned and now used for drug hording, prostitution, and a place to sleep for the weary. This place wasn’t his home but he lived so close to it, but yet so far, that he might as well call it home. Blending in with the darkness, he would almost be unseen except for the pale skin on his face and his only eye gave him away. As he slowly walked, his head would be bowed as flecks of dark hair hung low in his face and his eye would be narrowed down onto the ground where his booted feet shuffled instead of forward and darting around quickly. Hands were hidden within the pockets of his pants, his mind appearing to be elsewhere at the moment for he would pay no mind to his surroundings until he heard the voices of the slum’s small children just to his right. -c-

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Character Portrait: Logan Creed Logan Creed says,
 Pausing, he listened carefully to their words, his brows furrowing as he turned his head from side to side, glancing around for the direction as to where the kids would be. Walking forward a little bit, he would come out from behind a shack that was made of scrap metal and slowly falling apart. Seeing the children staring at some girl on a wheelchair, he would at first not move further as he would become curious as to why a girl in a wheelchair was here in a dangerous place like this. Her audible whining only made the situation worse. But, just what was going on here? -c-

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Character Portrait: Logan Creed Logan Creed says,
  “Hey,’ the man at first whispered, slowly coming up behind the small gang of delinquents. “Go play somewhere else for now instead of picking on this girl. I’m sure you can find something else better to do besides take her wheelchair and make her crawl. Now go.” Came his words as he stared down at the juveniles, a serious expression upon his face even though it would be unseen due to the collar of his jacket type shirt. Expecting them to listen as he apparently knew these kids pretty well, he would slowly take a step to the side, thus gaining them access to run and go play elsewhere here in the slums where their parents had either left them or kept them here because they were too poor to get a real home. As he did this act on which he appeared to be oddly apathetic in whilst he spoke in such a calm, emotionless tone of voice, the man would then glance towards the woman stationed in a wheelchair before slowly glancing away from her haunting sapphire gaze. -e-

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He had been personally asked by the group's leader to participate in the interrogation which occurred just upstairs in one of the hotel rooms available for patron's to rent. The man the group of notorious drug dealers and black marketeers had brought in for this questioning was a lowly marine corps officer from the United States. Apparently he had gotten involved with the drug business, not to mention some men from Saudi Arabia who had offered to hook him up with drugs that were higher in substance and some big money. Well, rumor had it this man had went behind the boss's back and turned them into some government services. Judged by how hard the men pressed and even resulted on beating him up, the man was very bad at lying. Not to mention he was pretty cowardly for a marine. Or so Logan thought as he stood silently by the door to the hotel room, his face seemingly expressionless as he brought a rolled cigarette to his lips and took a long drag.

What he saw these middle eastern gangsters do the man who was now on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, his face bloodied and beaten. A small smirk curved the undead one's lips as he watched them rip off the young man's shirt and began to pummel him with chair legs and such. Back in his day in Nazi Germany, things were done much differently. But after seeing what was done during the war in Iraq and being invited by the boss himself to audience this, Logan was curious about what exactly went on. He figured that maybe he could pick up something as his dull eyes glanced from the beating to the twelve year old boy holding the video camera, his almond shaped eyes wide, his body trembling as it was his job to hold the camera steady and record the events. -c-

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Sighing, the Nazi man shook his head after puffing a cloud of smoke into the air and glanced towards the fight. Best train the children young so they know what they're up against, Logan figured. But what was this? At the sight of one of the men whipping out a very sharp dagger made Logan's eyes widen, his lips falling agape. No sooner than the marine seen this his eyes filled with tears and he began to sob. But his mouth would soon be covered by one of the men who also stepped on his backside in order to steady him from squirming so much. All around the room the men chuckled, even the boss whilst he relaxed on a comfy chair with a Cuban cigar in his mouth and a glass of scotch in his right hand.

Stiffening a little, Logan edged a bit closer towards the scene only to glance towards the little boy as he let out a sharp whimper. At the sight of this, the Nazi man frowned. Sure he was highly racist or so he appeared be, but he was not going to take pity on a young [i]sand n****/i] boy, or so the Americans called them. Or towel heads if that was more appropriate. One swift stroke to the jugular was all it took from that knife in order to get the marine to squeal like a pig. This only induced more chuckles, but drew nothing from Logan. He'd seen worse. -c-

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But a beheading first hand was a treat! Making sure not to get in the way of the video camera, Logan paused right before he could get into the shot. Bringing his cigarette to his lips, he quietly watched, his ears filling with the sounds of muffled screams and the chuckles of the gangsters as the one who did the cutting now grabbed whatever hair the marine had and yanked his head up so he could get a finer cut as he continued past the carotid artery and right towards the Adam's apple. Ah, the sight of blood staining the carpet was enticing, not to mention it looked more like a fountain as the veins were cut. By now the screaming had turned into shrill rasps but the marine had yet to be killed fully. Well that was to be soon as the head now hung partially off of the neck. In that sheer instant all it took was a swift jab from the blade until the head was severed clean off from the body.

Lifting it like a prize, the man who had made this kill was now soaked in blood as well as cheering victoriously whilst he showed the job well done to his employer. Setting his glass down, the large man clapped a couple times. In the background, Logan could've sworn he heard the child vomiting. Pathetic little boy, he should be stronger than that. After that, the severed head was set down on the marine's motionless rump and pictures were taken. Exchanging some words with the boss, Logan soon put out his cigarette in a plant near the door. -c-

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He was going to go downstairs. Luckily he had one of the security guards hold Meinrad; his German Sheppard, in the hall. That was the last thing Logan needed for his canine companion to become blood thirsty like he secretly was. No words were exchanged out in the hall for Logan was mute and the men in black suits were respective of that while handing over the dog's leash. Taking hold of the thing, Logan patted Meinrad's head and smiled down at him. What seemed to be a chuckle escaped from him soon after as the dog nuzzled his side affectionately before continuing alongside his master towards the elevator. Once there, the dog sat down obediently without command while Logan pushed the button to go down to the first floor.

It wouldn't take long for the ex Nazi to step into the bar after waiting a couple minutes as each floor went by, nor would it take him long to find a seat at the bar and jot down a drink order for both him and Meinrad on the little yellow paged notebook he carries along with a fancy fountain pen. Now here he sat in peace until either he was summoned back up into that room or unneeded and unwanted attention was drawn to him. -e-

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Logan Creed just sat at the counter with his dog, just drinking some alcohol contented beverage.

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As he sat upon his stead, Logan’s dark eye quickly flicked from side to side like that of a hawk’s scanning an open field for rabbits to swoop down upon and devour. Light snorts exhaled from the animal’s mouth as it cantered down the dirt road with its’ rider seemingly lost within a day dream. This place leads to a village eventually…or so said the sign behind us not too long ago. Thought the swordsman before he coughed a couple times into his left fist, on which he used to pat his horse’s head. “That a boy, Leaf,” Mused the half breed man with a light chuckle, blinking a couple times as the stallion’s ears twitched before pinning back a little.
Flapping his gums, the horse shook his head before cocking it back some. Inhaling deep breaths through his large nostrils, Leaf appeared to be inhaling some sort of scent. A scent which of course alarmed the large beast of burden, thus causing him halt mid stride and glance around like a deer caught in the headlights. Taking notice to this, Logan released the tight grip of the leather reins which were held within his gloved hands. “What is it?” The man whispered, acting almost like the horse could reply to his inquiry whilst he grasped the reins once more. Attempting to usher Leaf back into movement, Logan muttered encouraging words to him but soon stopped once the animal let out a whinny and stomped his left hoof. -c-

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“Woah there, calm down!” Logan almost exclaimed, cocking his head back some before he patted the side of the creature’s neck. Must be something in the air…I can smell it. Thought the swordsman before he happened to catch something out of the corner of his optic once he had turned his head back in order to look behind him. Was that a short man he just saw now? With ashen flesh? And red/brown hair?
Taking a double glance, Logan glanced back at the seemingly young fellow. “A drow…’ breathed the adult, glancing down at Leaf. No wonder why he’s acting skittish. Thought the man, turning his horse around in order to face this being in order to confront him as he seemingly grew closer and closer to him. Only a couple minutes could tell what might just happen when their eyes met alas. -e-

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Upon being greeted by the short, dark skinned stranger, Logan would at first nod before his lips twitched from a light frown to a small smirk. “Greetings,’ he replied before cocking his head back as a crow cawed before fluttering out from the tree branches above. After that, the swordsman fell silent and looked after the drow with a cocked brow. As Leaf caught sight of the short man of obviously drow descent, he would release a snort and slowly turn towards his direction as in means to pursue him or something. Leaf, it’s alright.

Thought the half elf before he cocked his head to the side. “It’s nearing sunset.” He said, of course speaking towards the stranger clad in noble clothing. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to be traveling alone, in the woods?” He then asked, expecting the man to stop and to reply after the random means of making conversation.