Post by desired on May 21, 2012 20:15:57 GMT -6
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Logan Lowell Sawyer
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Name: Logan Sawyer
Code Name: Sasquatch
Nickname: Goes by Sawyer as often as he goes by Logan. Sasquatch by good friends.
Birthday: 11/23/95
Age: 16
School or agency: Trinity
Grade: Junior
Academic focus: Agent
Position:
Appearance
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Cerulean Blue
Skin color: Tanned, but Caucasian
Height: Six foot three
Weight: 185
Special markings:
Facial Scar: Scar that cuts through his right eyebrow
Clothing: Logan normally wears dark colored clothes. He can always be found in jeans and boots, but varies his tops from hoodies and t-shirts, to dress shirts and leather jackets.
Overall Appearance:
Logan stands at a towering six foot three. He is muscular in a boxer kind of way. He isn't a fitness guru by no means, but he does keep in shape with the occasional run and boxing sessions. He is a finicky eater, and that probably helps when it comes to his weight.
At times his chiseled face is covered with some stubble and others it is clean-shaven. His hair is a natural brown. It is more of a shaggy, wind-swept look most of the time. He doesn’t really try to impress with his looks, though plenty believe he doesn’t have too.
He dresses in a more casual darker way, like he just rolled out of bed. He can come off sexy because he’s confident enough that he doesn’t care what people think and that attitude is sometimes transferred to his clothes. His eyes are a shocking deep bright blue, and contrast greatly with his dark looks.
Personality
Likes:
- Working on Cars
- Playing his guitar
- Nature
- Horses
- The occasional cigarette
Dislikes:
- Complainers
- Black Coffee
- Bullies
Secrets: His parents. No one knows why the Sawyer boys came to the school.
Fears: Fears abandonment.
Goals: To become the best agent he can be. To make a difference in the world.
Super-Objective: To be loved.
Abilities/skills:
Logan has been taking Jiu Jitsu since he was five. He’s excelled very well with it. Picks up hand-to-hand combat quickly, surprising considering his frame.
Even with his height, Logan has the ability to blend into the crowd.
Is great at noticing lies and getting people to spill them. He’s perceptive, to put it bluntly.
Can drive pretty much anything, knows mechanics of vehicles well.
Weakspots: He may be able to detect lies, but he isn’t very good at creating them.
Once he makes friends, is very vulnerable to being used by them.
Isn’t a leader, won’t take action for something unless he absolutely has too. Knows this and is trying to fix it.
Strengths:
.Loyal
• .Non-judgmental
•. Patient
Weaknesses:
• Anti-social, hard to warm up to.
• Shy, doesn’t talk much and likes to be behind the scenes
• Finds it hard to forgive, once slighted, he never lets it go.
Hates hurting people for information, can’t stand it, even though he’d be a great interrogator
Overall personality:
Logan is an introvert. As such, he’s the type of guy content to be by himself in the woods staring up at the stormy gray sky, contemplating life. He isn’t one for large groups. If he has to talk, he prefers one-on-one conversation with someone he’s meet and listened to for quite some time. He is more of a listener, able to listen for others’ rants for hours on end without becoming bored. He prefers the more chatty people, seeing as he doesn’t have to do anything but nod and grunt. But, sometimes, he’s found peace with a few quiet people, but that’s rarely.
The main reason Logan has a hard time being friendly or social is because of the life he’s lived so far. He shuns from giving people an opening to his heart mainly because of the way he’s been treated when he has. Born into an abusive family, he’s never really learned to trust anyone else besides his brother Cole. He finds it uncomfortable to speak to others his age and even harder when they are older. So, friends are hard for him to find, but when he has, he’s very adept at keeping them. He doesn’t pressure or become moody, or create drama, making him a reliable and loyal friend to the few that can reach him.
As for love, that’s definitely a sore spot. Recently, Logan lost his childhood friend and sort-of girlfriend to a rare but fatal lung disease. This loss hurt him more than anything. Now, he’s terrified of letting anyone get that close to him again. It would take a very different type of girl to get to his stone heart again.
Background
Family: Parents=both in jail.
Cole- Older brother. Attends as well.
Uncle Jacob- CIA Operative/Active.
History:
Logan didn't have an easy life. He was raised in southern Georgia, way out in a small town. Everyone there thought life was perfect. Yet, Logan's parents were meth addicts and would do anything to get their next hit. He and his brother grew up depending solely on each other. Often getting neglected. As such, Logan was used to hardly ever getting what he needed and was forced to be a grown-up before puberty. He depended heavily upon his brother, Cole, he was Logan’s mother and father.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, when high, his mother became abusive. Cole would try and protect his younger brother, but sometimes he just wasn’t strong enough. Then, when Cole was thirteen and Logan twelve, their Uncle came. He saw the situation for what it was, and pulled them from it. But, he’d been a CIA operative his whole life and didn’t know what to do with two young traumatized boys. Then, he heard of the school. He sent them there, one seventh grader and one eighth grader.
And it was there both boys blossomed. Cole became infamous for his antics and Logan was always his kid-brother.
Logan was ready to start a new life. And he did, with Resa, a civilian. She was his first heavy girlfriend, and after a brief romance of two years, she was diagnosed with a rare and fatal lung disease. Having a dying girlfriend when you were a sophomore in spy school wasn’t nice, and he greatly withdrew and after her death, he hasn’t really come back.
Cover History: Extended family thinks they were sent to this boarding school as a shelter and a way to get out of their situation.
Behind the Cover
Name: Desired
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Rp experience: About eight years
How did you find us?: I’m a member at Home sweet Somewhere
code word: removed
Roleplay sample:
Nighttime. It was the time Logan felt the most alive. While the world was sleeping, he was making his way up to the mountains. The solid and steady thrum of the growling thunder was loud in his ears.The wind buffeted him as he walked, and he should have felt cold. This new ability astounded him and sometimes the side-effects caught him off-guard. Even now, as he walked confidently and gracefully over the rocky and treacherous cliffside, he wasn’t at all cold from the stormy mountain air. He'd been here so many times since arriving, that he didn’t need to squint at all when he finally reached his destination, even though the sky was dark and threatening a storm. In his hand he held an acoustic guitar, worn and scratched here and there with age. He wasn’t too worried about being seen, not many would come out to the cliffs on a stormy spring night. Which was exactly the reason why he was there.
His tall six foot four frame had to duck low to enter the small rockside cave, but once inside, Logan lowered himself to the floor. He closed his cerulean eyes and swung the guitar into his lap. For a moment, he did nothing but sit there and breathe. Nowhere was a small town, and he hadn’t been here long enough to met people. Even Cole was at work, staying late to fix a truck for an elderly man who needed it by the morning. But that didn’t bother Logan. Even before finding out he was slightly less than human, he had always been the loner-type. Large crowds and prying people did nothing but stress him. So, he stayed by himself, or with his brother, silent and foreboding.
So, the experiment opened his eyes and strummed the guitar. The sound floated in the silence, broken only by the rhythmic ‘drumming’ of the thunder. It hadn’t taken him long at all to find this place when they had moved here. He liked it here, as he looked out over the vast dark forest that danced in the vicious wind. It was peaceful here, and Logan started playing the guitar.
It was one of his own songs. He didn’t really think of himself as a songwriter. He simply heard music in his head and transferred it to the guitar. It was his private hobby; even Cole had heard him play only a handful of things. As his fingers played a slightly melancholy tune, he hummed low over it. He hadn't made the words yet, but the song was a sad song straight from his heart. It was about Resa, his fiancée. A frown creased his forehead as he strummed slower, adding more of a stringy high gloomy sound that went harmoniously with his low voice.
So that’s how he spent the next hour. Playing a guitar and sometimes thinking of a few words and pausing to write them down. Humming, he bent forward and started over the song again, even as thunder rumbled overhead. He glanced out to look at the stormy sky. He felt the urge to go out and run wild in it, but the music had set a gloomy feeling over him and he started thrumming his guitar again, humming low and soft. The cave resonated with the melancholy tune he sang and played while the storm started building up momentum outside.
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