Player Name: roxi Preferred Contact: Discord is the fastest. Plurk is the slowest. A DM is right in between. Time Zone: EST Personal Style: Prose is my default, but I'm fastest at network threads. Either way don't feel obligated to match it. If you want our styles to jive just let me know. 7 to 11 PM weeknights is when I get most of my tags out. Weekend evenings about 6 to whenever in the AM. If it's a slow work week I'll try to pop on from the office and if you want to set aside some time to power through something no prob. Let me know. I'm happy to boomerang something for a while.
OOC Limits: None.
Character Name: Logan Age: Somewhere in the vicinity of 170 - 190 Employment in Deerington: Park Warden Logan. When he's not recovering from his 2nd death, find him somewhere in Deerington National Pk, convening with nature. Picking berries. Identifying flowers. Practicing bird calls. In a past life, he was a Disney princess.
Residence in Deerington: What used to be a private little cabin near Lake Tomie.
Day to Day Activities: See employment details. Ever the skeptic, he tries to keep off the grid. As much as anyone can in Deerington. Which, admittedly, he knows might be a lost cause. But it's also a very good excuse for avoiding social situations and not learning how to use his phone. He's always low-key tempted to delve into the mysteries of Deerington and it's not hard to get his conspiracy theories tingling, but he's no magician and at the end of the day apathy or nihilism wins out over curiosity. He hunts what's in season, reads what's out of season, smokes a lot of cigars and does a lot of handy work for people in and out of the park. Carpentry. Plumbing. Mechanics. You name it. He can also be found meditating and doing some creative projects, but both of those things he tends to guard a little more closely. You're more than welcome to find him odd-jobbing around town, up to his elbows in hunting, fishing and skinning things, loafing around the bars or buying an absurd amount of cigars at any local tuck shop. If you're less likely to find him in the forest, it's only because odds are good he's already found you first.
Sometimes he gets up to things in the shadier parts of Deerington but he likes to make sure most people don't know about that.
About This Character: This is 616 Logan, but the attitude doesn't change much across mediums. Alignment: Chaotic-tired. Bitterly apathetic on the outside. Warm and fuzzy on the inside. Says he doesn't like anyone, but no one more than himself. I know he makes things difficult being generally unapproachable, but I swear to god anyone with the patience for his clipped remarks will get a long winded story or a shoulder to cry on whenever they need it. <3
Any Warnings: Oh so many warnings. His whole life is a chronology of dead spouses and families, human rights violations. You're more than welcome to get into any of that with him, but know it's a retrospective of misery that spans just about every major world war, and global tragedy of the last hundred years. CWs for graphic violence, body horror, torture, self-harm, suicide, non-con, coercion, animal / psychological / physical / sexual / substance abuses. I never dive headlong into any of these topics without knowing someone. If their conversation starts getting heavy I'll check your persmissions but feel free to PM me if you want to dbl make sure I avoid anything entirely.
Present Life: Logan was pulled from a canon point where he's dead. Thanks to other people from his canon in the game he knows he's dead back home and doesn't have a lot of faith in ever leaving Deerington. He's also been through more than enough interdimensional weirdness in his life that he's not exactly shocked by the horrors this place has to offer. In fact, he's done pretty well for himself here, settling in with a handful of familiar faces and rebuilding something of the found family they were before Deer-town. If there's anything he's still not wholly used to it, it's the added precaution he has to take with his healing factor around here. What happens to him happens to someone within 10 feet of him. As he heals from the damage they take it. He still forgets that sometimes and SNIKTs his claws at will. Apologies to Kurt's knuckles. In a breath: it pisses him off to not know what's actually going on around him. He's habitually paranoid enough without help. But spend a lifetime around people who can warp reality and you become pretty adaptable to whatever.
CR You Want: ‣ Drinking buddies. Like blues and poker and brown liquor? Let's hang out. ‣ Co-conspirators & partners in crime. While he has a lot of do-gooder friends, he's really easy to conscript for some bad deeds. You got some ambitions to do some crimes on the down-low? He'll probably be happy to help. I'd love to give him someone to go all covert-ops with only to have their misdeeds come to light some day ‣ Doctors without boundaries. He's an interesting specimen for anyone in the medical community. Apart from being a one man organ farm, his blood and plasma have both been tapped as a cure-all and a narcotic, among other things. Or some doctors interested in his physiology. ‣ Curious telepaths and unwitting empaths. The only thing more interesting to dissect might be his head. I'd love find some uncomfortable CR with nosy psychologists, telepaths or empaths. ‣ Found-family. Give me your misfits and orphans and lonely hearts. Misery loves company. He's a very good confidant. Not the kind that hugs you and tells you it'll be all right, but the real talk kind. Also, if your character pairs well with an older brother kind of figure, get at me. ‣ Book lovers. He's unexpectedly well read for a guy that says ain't without a hint of irony. I'd love to find an adorable intellectual to surprise with discussions of Tolstoy or something nerdy. ‣ 'Fraidy cats. I'd love to find someone who's literally afraid of him— be that his general disposition or being creeped out by the claws and the violence and the accelerated healing. It's on my bucket list to find someone like this who might eventually warm to him if he puts in enough effort. ‣ Flirts. He's an unrepentant flirt. He'll do it as much out of interest as an interest in your embarrassment. He's shameless, and noncommittal and since he's here for a long time, it might as well be a good time.
Logan | Marvel 616
Preferred Contact: Discord is the fastest. Plurk is the slowest. A DM is right in between.
Time Zone: EST
Personal Style: Prose is my default, but I'm fastest at network threads. Either way don't feel obligated to match it. If you want our styles to jive just let me know. 7 to 11 PM weeknights is when I get most of my tags out. Weekend evenings about 6 to whenever in the AM. If it's a slow work week I'll try to pop on from the office and if you want to set aside some time to power through something no prob. Let me know. I'm happy to boomerang something for a while.
OOC Limits: None.
Character Name: Logan
Age: Somewhere in the vicinity of 170 - 190
Employment in Deerington: Park Warden Logan. When he's not recovering from his 2nd death, find him somewhere in Deerington National Pk, convening with nature. Picking berries. Identifying flowers. Practicing bird calls. In a past life, he was a Disney princess.
Residence in Deerington: What used to be a private little cabin near Lake Tomie.
Day to Day Activities: See employment details. Ever the skeptic, he tries to keep off the grid. As much as anyone can in Deerington. Which, admittedly, he knows might be a lost cause. But it's also a very good excuse for avoiding social situations and not learning how to use his phone. He's always low-key tempted to delve into the mysteries of Deerington and it's not hard to get his conspiracy theories tingling, but he's no magician and at the end of the day apathy or nihilism wins out over curiosity. He hunts what's in season, reads what's out of season, smokes a lot of cigars and does a lot of handy work for people in and out of the park. Carpentry. Plumbing. Mechanics. You name it. He can also be found meditating and doing some creative projects, but both of those things he tends to guard a little more closely. You're more than welcome to find him odd-jobbing around town, up to his elbows in hunting, fishing and skinning things, loafing around the bars or buying an absurd amount of cigars at any local tuck shop. If you're less likely to find him in the forest, it's only because odds are good he's already found you first.
Sometimes he gets up to things in the shadier parts of Deerington but he likes to make sure most people don't know about that.
About This Character: This is 616 Logan, but the attitude doesn't change much across mediums. Alignment: Chaotic-tired. Bitterly apathetic on the outside. Warm and fuzzy on the inside. Says he doesn't like anyone, but no one more than himself. I know he makes things difficult being generally unapproachable, but I swear to god anyone with the patience for his clipped remarks will get a long winded story or a shoulder to cry on whenever they need it. <3
Any Warnings: Oh so many warnings. His whole life is a chronology of dead spouses and families, human rights violations. You're more than welcome to get into any of that with him, but know it's a retrospective of misery that spans just about every major world war, and global tragedy of the last hundred years. CWs for graphic violence, body horror, torture, self-harm, suicide, non-con, coercion, animal / psychological / physical / sexual / substance abuses. I never dive headlong into any of these topics without knowing someone. If their conversation starts getting heavy I'll check your persmissions but feel free to PM me if you want to dbl make sure I avoid anything entirely.
Present Life: Logan was pulled from a canon point where he's dead. Thanks to other people from his canon in the game he knows he's dead back home and doesn't have a lot of faith in ever leaving Deerington. He's also been through more than enough interdimensional weirdness in his life that he's not exactly shocked by the horrors this place has to offer. In fact, he's done pretty well for himself here, settling in with a handful of familiar faces and rebuilding something of the found family they were before Deer-town. If there's anything he's still not wholly used to it, it's the added precaution he has to take with his healing factor around here. What happens to him happens to someone within 10 feet of him. As he heals from the damage they take it. He still forgets that sometimes and SNIKTs his claws at will. Apologies to Kurt's knuckles. In a breath: it pisses him off to not know what's actually going on around him. He's habitually paranoid enough without help. But spend a lifetime around people who can warp reality and you become pretty adaptable to whatever.
CR You Want:
‣ Drinking buddies. Like blues and poker and brown liquor? Let's hang out.
‣ Co-conspirators & partners in crime. While he has a lot of do-gooder friends, he's really easy to conscript for some bad deeds. You got some ambitions to do some crimes on the down-low? He'll probably be happy to help. I'd love to give him someone to go all covert-ops with only to have their misdeeds come to light some day
‣ Doctors without boundaries. He's an interesting specimen for anyone in the medical community. Apart from being a one man organ farm, his blood and plasma have both been tapped as a cure-all and a narcotic, among other things. Or some doctors interested in his physiology.
‣ Curious telepaths and unwitting empaths. The only thing more interesting to dissect might be his head. I'd love find some uncomfortable CR with nosy psychologists, telepaths or empaths.
‣ Found-family. Give me your misfits and orphans and lonely hearts. Misery loves company. He's a very good confidant. Not the kind that hugs you and tells you it'll be all right, but the real talk kind. Also, if your character pairs well with an older brother kind of figure, get at me.
‣ Book lovers. He's unexpectedly well read for a guy that says ain't without a hint of irony. I'd love to find an adorable intellectual to surprise with discussions of Tolstoy or something nerdy.
‣ 'Fraidy cats. I'd love to find someone who's literally afraid of him— be that his general disposition or being creeped out by the claws and the violence and the accelerated healing. It's on my bucket list to find someone like this who might eventually warm to him if he puts in enough effort.
‣ Flirts. He's an unrepentant flirt. He'll do it as much out of interest as an interest in your embarrassment. He's shameless, and noncommittal and since he's here for a long time, it might as well be a good time.
CR You Don't Want: No such thing.
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