Wolverine | Logan Howlett | X-Men: Eternal Night

Wolverine | Logan Howlett Dec 11, 2012 21:49:16 GMT -5

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Post by Wolverine on Dec 11, 2012 21:49:16 GMT -5

LOGAN JAMES HOWLETT

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' B a s i c s

' A b i l i t i e s

• Power/s [/color] |
Healing Factor -- Logan has the ability to heal almost everything from a cut to being burnt alive where only his skeleton remains. Though there must be some bone marrow left for him to heal, even if it is only one cell and he must be 'willing' to heal. Though recently his healing factor is weaker then it used to be, taking him longer to heal and with each death he comes closer to not waking again.

Enhanced Senses -- Logan has the ability to 'sense' things at a keiner level then humans. He has animalistic senses. Meaning he can hear, smell, taste and see a lot better then a human, much like the sense of a wolf or canine.
• Flaw/s [/color] |
Healing Factor -- Required him to feel excruciating pain. Requires extreme focus. Requires a desire to live.

Enhanced Senses -- Can be easily damaged. Loud sounds, powerful smells, overbearing tastes can cause him to become disoriented or cause severe pain.
• weapons [/color] | Bone claws.
• Overall Abilities/ Skills[/color] |
Bone/Adamantium Claws -- Logan was born with a set of bone claws. Three on each hand. Later in life while under the Weapons X project he had his skeleton completely covered in Adamantium

Adamantium Skeleton -- while under the abusive hand of the Weapons X project he was used as a lab rat and due to his healing factor was able to survive having adamantium grafted to his entire skeleton.

' A p p e a r a n c e

• Height [/color] | 5' 3"
• weight [/color] | 300 lbs
• Hair color [/color] | Black
• eye color [/color] | A mix of light green and hazel
• Playby [/color] | Hugh Jackman
• Overall Appearance[/color] |
Logan is short, at only 5' 3". However, he is extremely well built. His body is laced with muscles from both his physical workouts and from his experience. Logan is a fighter and though he bares no external scares, he bares many internal ones to match that.

His hair is black, and shaggy because no matter how often he cuts the thing he cannot keep it short. It just grows too fast. However he often stiles it and he loves to grow some nice lamb chops to match. Though he is old. He does not appear a day above 40 years old. His eyes a light hazel with a spiral of light green.

Logan is simple. Preferring to dress simply in cowboy boots or military boots. Jeans, usually dark blue or black. A sleeveless undershirt with a button down coton overshirt. Something simple, yet reflects the rancher in Logan. He wears a leather jacket of course, reflecting his bad boy style. That is when he's not in uniform.

' P e r s o n a l i t y

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• Dislikes [/color] |

• Flaws [/color] |

• Habits [/color] |

• fears [/color] | Loosing those he cares about, Flying
• Goals/ dreams[/color] | Having a family, Regaining his memories
• Overall Personality[/color] |
Logan is a dichotomy of a person. On one hand he's kind, caring and protective. On the other he's dark, savage and cold. Though Logan can appear mysterious he's really a simple man. Easily described and easy to peg.

He's been hurt, seriously hurt, and he's lived far longer than most. This means the nasty stuff of life happened to him more often then to others. He's got more bagage so to speak.

He's got memories, most of them bad. Yet he can't remember any of them in full details. His history all 116 years might as well not have happened for the amount he remembers. Bits and pieces flutter around his head, but most is lost.

Logan is angry. He gets into rages that are uncontrollable and demand action. It's not that he's got anger management issues so much as a short temper and really sharp claws....

Logan has suffered a lot at the hands of others and therefore doesn't trust anyone. Though he's been getting better, taking a few under his wings. He doesn't share a lot of what goes on in his mind. It's like a hidden well of mystery to everyone around him. Try as he might there is just no letting anyone in. He wishes he could, but for some reason he just cannot. Too much betrayal and tragedy to allow that kinda closeness again.

He's brutal and he's honest. Saying things how they are, but although he might apear like a hard ass he's actually got a sweet side beneath the sneer and temper he displays. Beneath the condescending nature and the overall unapproachable nature Logan has a sweet side. A gentle side. He's compassionate and passionate.

' H i s t o r y

A large house dominates the foreground before the threes take over. The grounds spread out before the mansion. The door stands ajar. Just on the threshold stands a beautiful, tall and elegant woman. Laugher fills the air. Children's laughter and the voices of a young girl drifts through his thoughts.

"James Come on!" Rose's voice is filled with laughter and joy. He turns to her. She's a little shorter than he is. She got long red-hair and freckles dot her lively face. She takes his hand. James looks down at the frail little hand held in hers. He's tired. Exhausted.

A sharp pain stabs his back as a hand colides with his shoulder. He looks over startled. A taller, more beefy boy stands just at his shoulder. His hand still raised. It's his friend 'Dog'. He's laughing.

The woman on the porch calls out his name in her velvety voice. Though it is quiet he can hear her call. He turns back to her.

Yelling fills the house. Confused, coughing he rises. He's sick. He has been for a while. James stands facing closed door to his room. A faint light shines in through the windows. Confused he heads towards the door. The yelling gets louder. His father, and another man. A scream. A woman's scream. His mothers. Scared James opens the door and pushes on through it.

Running down the hall he finds himself at the head of the stairs gazing down. A man is fighting with his father, their screaming. James can't understand any of it.

He's moving before he realizes it. Flying through the air as the gunshot goes off. He sees his father falling. His mother's screaming. James lands on top of the groundskeeper Logan, father of Dog. Claws extend from his hands. For the first time he feels the pain of their existence. As they shoot out blood covers them. His blood. There is a struggle in which he kills Logan. His claws sliding into the fan's thorax. James is left standing staring at his mother who is cowering on the floor. Rose is suddenly beside him. She grabs his hand and pulls him towards the door. A gunshot goes off and James turns.

His mother is lying in a pool of blood. He runs to her. Falls by her side and holds her as she dies.

"LOGAN!" Rose cries. Terrified he runs towards the sound. She's being held by a man. Instant recognition passes between them. Dog has Rose by the neck and is dragging her back. Logan races forward and without thinking attacks Dog. Dog pushes Rose away. Towards Logan. His claws are extended. He tries to catch Rose, he doesn't realize he's got razor sharp claws until it's too late and she falls into his arms. The claws pierce her side. And she dies against him.

"NOOOOO" He screams into the night. Tears running down his face. Agony piercing his body.

Trees shooting by. Blood covering most of his face. The taste of meet still clinging to his tongue. His body moving too fast. His feet thundering on the soft snow. Howls rising around him. To his left four wolves can be seen as they run with him. To his right two run through the trees. There going fast. All of them. Logan is part of the pack. He is a wolf.

Explosions rained around him. He raced through the wire. Trying to get clear. Green smoke filed the air. He's coughing. Doubled over he coughs as pain shoots through his body burning him.

He looks up as he hears the footsteps. A strange man in a strange cloak looking out of place on the battlefield with a long sword in his hand. Logan moves towards the man. Though still coughing. On his wrist are two blades strapped to his hand.

The man smiles. But is perturbed. Logan laughs as he attacks. They battle. The sound of their clanging blades sharp to Logan's ears. Finally the other's sword is flying through the air. Logan catches.

"You have won, for now. We will meet again Logan." The words echo in his mind. He blacks out.

Boats, crowded. Too many people. He's got a gun. Uncertainty. Fear. It's all around him. The back drops and the shells start flying. He's running not having fired a single shot. Blood is everywhere. Bodies. He's running and fighting. So much chaos.

War. There is always war. Fighting and bullets and blood. Everywhere. Bodies. Different genders, ages, races. Always fighting. Too many wars. There all the same. All mingled together. The first world war, the second, the Korean war, so many. Too many. There all together. All flowing into one.

CIA, Department H, Weapon X. There all the same in the end. He's in a room. Always a room. Always dark. Machines. He's hooked up to machines. Then, now. Pain. An ever present. Memories flood his mind too many to keep track of. The missions are all the same. Kill someone. Take something. Every the same. One after the other. Then their gone. Just like that. He's empty again. What is real? Is anything? the ever present questions.

Pain. Again with the pain. Alway pain. torment and torture. Tests. more Test.

A cabin in the wilderness. He doesn't know who he is. It's alway a troubling thought to stare at the world around him and not remember. He wonders, will he ever remember them? He has dreams sometimes. A lot of the time. That's why he's standing out there in the cold in nothing but jeans. A hand touches his shoulder. He turns. She's standing there in nothing but his shirt. His wife. Silverfox stands beside him. She's holding him and peace is known to him again. The troubles fade.

His birthday. He hates this day. The snow is red with blood. The door is open. Not again. Not again! He races through the snow. Uncaring that his feet are stepping in the blood. Lying on the floor right inside the open doorways is his wife. He cries out. Pain shoots through him. He knows who's done it.

"VICTOR!" He screams running into the night.

It's too much. He can't face it anymore. Leaving it all behind. Hoping his past will just go away. The muddle of memories. The mess in his head. He heads to Japan. Where he finds himself faced with a decision. Become a legendary Samurai or die trying. His sansei begins by teaching him the simplicities of life. Lessons Logan desperately learns.

Fighting every day, building. Working. It is hard. His body hurts, but his mind begins to clear. A woman, Itsu, is always watching and he in turn watches her.

As he continues his training. Each day like the last. He finds love and peace here in the mountainside village.

Acceptance. He is one of them. This could lead to a wonderful life. A life he has always wanted. One of peace. He stands facing his master as his final tests are completed and he is now a man. One of the members of the village.

Itsu is there. Under the tree. Their tree. He walks over to her and does what he has been wanting too since the first day he met her. He falls to his knees and asks her to marry him. She agrees.

Itsu is pregnant. She stands in their home as Logan leaves to go to his trainer. Something is bothering him, today is his birthday. He climbs the hill to the temple and just as he finds peace in meditation it is disrupted by a scream.

He runs down to his home. There is blood everywhere and the words 'happy birthday' are scribbled in blood on the wall. Itsu is on the floor. he falls by her side drawing her up into his arms. She clutches his hand and whispers his name. As she dies. Anger fills him and he screams

Fires. Pain. Anger. Rage. Swirl around him as the master set about their work. A sword. He focuses on that. Itsu gone. His child gone. The sword is all that matters. The pain continues, emotions raging inside him.

A cold steel blade rests in his hand at last. He looks down at it. The only weapon that can kill him. He finally holds the key to the end of Victor.

A school for the gifted. That's what this place is called. Logan has been here for a few years now. He's been trying to piece together his past. The fractures memories are filed with pain and death. Horror and loss. Not to mention the implants and rearranging that the CIA and other organizations did. Logan finds that here he has a bit of peace.

He teaches students how to defend themselves. He protects them when he can. He fights. As he has always done. It feels good. Normal. And then there is Jean. A woman he fell in love with the moment he saw her. Though then she was taken. But now, who knows. He hopes for the best, fears the worst and other than that does what he has aways done.

Fight. Logan fights. It's what he does. it's who he is. Maybe it makes a difference. He doesn't know. Frankly he doesn't care. At this point the fight is all he has left that makes sense.

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