Post by bcme on Jun 12, 2009 9:54:11 GMT -7
†Logan-Tarryn-Fletcher†
†Cypher, Fletch†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Lord Logan Tarryn Fletcher
Nicknames: Fletch
Gender: Male
Age: 126
Age they appear: 27
Race: Werewolf
Orentation: Straight
Health Problems: None as of yet.
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Logan has gone through multiple phases over his long years, but at this point finds himself a rather well adjusted and easygoing individual. He has put enough years into battling the vampires to double and even triple the age of the majority of his current associates and that experience has left him tired of the conflict. That isn’t to say that the werewolf has become a pacifist, he is certainly willing to stand up for himself and those he cares for, even fighting to the death if required.
He is quick to laugh and engage those around him, placing much more stock in temperament, intent, and personality than race. Though Logan is not a full time ladies man, he is known to have his playful and flirty moments where he allows himself to appreciate the fairer sex. His eye for mates mirrors that of his eye for companions, these decisions rarely being affected by race.
Likes:
† Technology
† Women
† Motorcycles
† The hunt
† Partying
† Movies of all types
† Night time
Hates:
† The werewolf/vampire cold war
† Cats
† High society
† Politics
† Authorities of all sorts
Talents:
† Good driver
† Tech savvy
† Handy with a firearm
† Social compatibility
† Independent and free thinker
Habits:
† Smokes and drinks
† Frequent, but not addicted drug use
† Outwardly vain
† Club goer
† Gadget freak
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Lightly tanned
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color:
Build: Athletic
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Multiple tattoos, random small scars at various locations and multiple scars across back from past battles
Choice of Clothing: Casual street wear, generally jeans and t-shirts. Willing to dress up on occasion when a situation requires it
Wolf Appearance: Deep brown fur that seems to lighten a bit as it tapers down toward large paws. Broad shoulders and a muscular frame that makes no secret of a hearty constitution. Contrary to Logan’s personal outlook of the moment, his wolf form is quite substantial and built for battle. Large jaws contain sharpened fangs and razor claws spring forth from his paws. Sturdy legs easily tell that the creature is fleet of foot, but there are certainly other specimens of the species that could best his speed.
Other: Adores wearing sunglasses and leather jackets.
†History:†
History:
Logan was born in 1970 into the thick of British nobility and society. His youth was one of privilege, raised more by servants than his parents themselves. He was taught to accept and control the werewolf side of himself from an early age, made to understand the importance of keeping the family secret. Throughout his developing years, the importance of the family reputation and station was drilled into Logan’s head. For this reason his childhood was one of solitude, even simple contact with other children barely existent.
Though not by his choice, education and reading were the two primary components of the werewolf’s early developmental years. Tutors saw to it that Logan received the highest level of instruction without the need to leave the comfort of the family estate and risk exposing the noble family’s dark truth. As luck would have it, the revolution of the information age came about as he grew and presented an alternative to his forced scholarly pursuits. As computers and microchip technology found their way to the consumer market, wealth allowed the young man access and that time once spent reading became endless hours of toying and tinkering with these machines.
By the time that Logan matured to the point of it being acceptable for him to leave home and appear normal to do so in the eyes of casually observing humans, the young noble had evolved into a full fledged geek. His skill with computers had grown to the point that it rivaled that of the vast majority of the niche community. Using the hacker alias Cypher, Logan found himself involved in some of the most notorious and headline making hacks of the decade. Over time, his dislike for that society that saw fit to grant his family both wealth and title drew the werewolf to the online anti-establishment movement. Over time, his affiliation with rebel groups shifted from that of humans to those of his own race.
Before he knew it, Logan was no longer the only werewolf that he knew in his life aside from his parents. His illicit activities in the cyber world continued to increase in both frequency and impact, while these new canine interactions brought him out into the world for the first time. Those initial years of outside interaction were spent as the token quiet techno-nerd that tagged along with the pack and steadily came to terms with his lack of interpersonal skills. Over time Logan developed into a social creature and came out of that shell that had been forced upon him for so long.
By age 30, the werewolf was active in a large pack that not only worked to undermine the establishment of their human prey, but also waged a secret war against the vampires. Logan’s role in the pack began by utilizing his hacking skills as well as the weight and privilege of his lord title in increasing the influence and wealth of the organization. Eventually his involvement also came to include the duties of soldier in battles and operations against the rival vampire covens.
Logan was involved in the battles and massacres on that fateful day in 2019 when the world learned the truth of the mythical creatures that had managed to avoid detection for generations. The next few decades were spent locked in the bitter war for supremacy, eventually tapering into a loose treaty of peace that left Logan and his allies in control of London. Certainly the end of the war should’ve given way to prosperous and settling years for the werewolf, but oddly enough that was far from the truth.
In those years of peace, or at least the forced illusion of it, Logan was forced to come to terms with the fact that his experiences had changed him. He was a seasoned veteran and as much as the realization may have startled him, his heart was no longer in this thing that he was a part of. As a younger werewolf, he had been the perfect image of a militant extremist, but now he just wanted a break from it all, to finally relax and try to enjoy the fruits of his labor in the war-torn world that he had helped create.
Logan currently resides in a sizable estate in Westminster, but can often be seen in various areas of the city, even in those that many would consider below his station in werewolf society. Now at the age of 126, Logan is what many view as an elder of the race, however, he finds no use for such labels just as he does with the lord title that his human birthright grants. As asinine as it may sound, the werewolf holds no general ill will toward any race in particular; humans are potential meals, vampires are to be regarded with caution, and both are fair game to associate with if their personality proves appealing. Nowadays Logan has little concern for the big picture, taking his days one at a time and taking what joy he can in the world. He is still as passionate as ever for technology and remains an active member of the hacking community, offering up his services to those persons and causes he deems worthy.
Father/Mother: Earl Tarryn Lloyd Fletcher and Countess Elizabeth Theresa Fletcher (nee: Thacker)
Siblings: None
Offspring: None known
†RP example:†
"That was a perfect throw and a fair catch, I can't really see why that old crone saw fit to toss us in here for it," Dylan said with a small grin as he continued to polish the silver cup before him. The hour was late and instead of being in their respective quarters the two brothers found themselves serving detention in the trophy room, a time honored detention task at Hogwarts. The cause of this had been Dylan throwing a quaffle to Zander as Dylan would've told it, but a more accurate description would've been hurling a quaffle at high speed dangerously close to the heads of the students that filled the great hall during breakfast time. Even with the inclusion of proper details, Dylan still felt the punishment was ill-deserved. Had he actually struck a student, he could understand the detention, but why punish good performance. Regardless of his thought, the sentence had been handed down and executed, the boys were to polish every object in the trophy room without the use of magic.
Zander hadn't really said much up to this point, but that wasn't too surprising as he really was the victim in all of this. The only thing that he had done was to catch the quaffle that would have surely knocked him from his seat on the bench this morning. Dylan did feel bad about earning the boy that he called brother the detention, but this was hardly the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Regardless of what scenario, he was glad to have some time alone to chat with Zander. They really hadn't had any time where it was just the two of them since before school had begun, maybe a nice detention was just what they needed.
"Come on, Alexander, talk to me...you know how terrible we are at being mad with each other." Dylan only ever addressed Zander by his true name when he really needed to get his attention, he wasn't about to spend a night of polishing trophies in silence. "Tell big brother Dylan what's on your mind," he added, injecting a bit of his standard playfulness into his words as he continued at his task.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Logan
Other Characters: None
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