Logan
08-16-11, 05:37 AM
Full Name: Logan McCloud
Age: 27
Race: Human
Previous History:
With time, Logan's name began to become household. Many knew him, and a far greater number, loved him. His spirit and love for all things had won him the hearts of the masses. Few hated him, but those that did, despised him greatly. With noteriaty came an insane amount of responsibility. He owed much to those he cared about. One of those was an innkeeper whose son he'd already rescued from the demon, Phliantross.
In order to fulfill his responsibility to the man, Logan set out to find Phliantross and destroy him, once and for all. It took him just a few days to make it all the way to his destination. After a short travel within Haida, Logan found himself staring at a temple erected to worship the very demon he sought to slay. The irony was as cut and dry as it comes.
A short, but fierce mental battle ensued, as Phliantross dominated Logan's mind from the get-go. Within mere minutes, Logan had been knocked unconscious not once, but twice. The second time, he had a dream or vision, where he saw a symbol and heard a voice. Upon awakening, Logan had the markings of the symbol etched into his forehead. With a quick flurry of moments, Logan had successfully beaten the demon.
Logan didn't know what these markings were or if they even meant anything, but he paid them no mind as he ventured back from Haida. Upon his return to Corone and the inn he usually embraced as a home, Logan received a letter from the leader of the Bandit Brotherhood, Gild Sorrain to meet him. Needing no further explanation Logan set off to Concordia and the place where the great Yari Rafanas was felled.
After a short exchange of words, Gild extended a hand to Logan and Logan accepted the invitation graciously. Logan was now a full-fledged member of the Bandit Brotherhood, and it was evident that he and Gild would form a good friendship and bond from this time as well. The successes of Logan were masked, though, but the foreboding thought of danger. He had set out to a mountain he'd caught wind of once before. A place of great danger...
Logan had ventured far and wide in search of answers to the markings that had been placed upon his forehead by something still unknown. His adventures took him to meeting up with many different people, from Seth Dahlios to the great Max Dirks. Towards the end of his most recent adventures he had actually run into Maxwell Dirks who had offered him a proposition and an opportunity.
Dirks had offered Logan the chance to help run a ring of organized crime, and with the help of a few friends and new allies, he would create a sudden empire that ran like a well-oiled machine. He had been given the opportunity of the lifetime, and behind the scenes he worked hard to gain himself and his organization some vital exposure and even more partnerships. It was that very exposure that lured him into fighting alongside Xalstad, a friend of Dirks’, and his counterparts in a war of clans.
The war yielded unfortunate results, but one great thing came out of it. Logan had a new target. He needed to grow Vice beyond his own power, and to do so, he had to look for help. He found it, but not in the likely spots. He worked hard and soon found himself with and even bigger proposition on the table.
New added history for absence and reasoning behind new Level 3 Update for Althanas 3.0:
Vice took far more of Logan’s time then he ever could have imagined. While he had hopes of finding a bride, settling down and enjoying a simple, quiet life such dreams never became reality. Instead, after a full year and a half of pouring his heart and soul into the organization and he found himself with far less prestige, less honor and worst of all, less drive.
If there had been only one quirk he was most proud of his unshakable will to always persevere and succeed would be top of the list. Yet it had been lost in the murky waters of his position, his desire to leave a legacy others could grasp and follow. Somehow, the traits which had propelled Logan’s name muttered in stories with the old ones had all but disappeared. He was weary, and for the first time in years he began to see it for himself.
The days trickled into weeks and soon Logan found himself with the desire to return to his old haunts, his old self. The inclination to return to being better than everyone else began to consume him. Suddenly, he didn’t care about power or prestige, he only wanted respect and the admiration of his friends and moreso his foes. The change in mindset had been a long time coming, and it set off a chain reaction even the clairvoyant psion did not see.
A return in more ways than one:
Throughout the halls of the long abandoned Citadel echoes of the voices of the past held weight within Logan’s mind. Each step toward the center of the famed arena of old brought flashes of the memories which had weighed upon the mind of the psion for so very long. First there was the memory of Ryan Kale, best friend and brother not by blood, followed closely by the memories of Gild, guild leader of the Bandit Brotherhood, and Silence Sei whom words simply cannot describe adequately.
He struggled against the memories, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. He had failed and in doing so had let everyone down. Many times Logan had assured his friends he would never give up and never give in. Yet, he found himself with the stark realization he had done exactly that. The psion had given up.
The sound of his blades sliding from their sheathes drowned the echoing voices. For a moment there was solace in the ear-piercing reverberation of the weapons. It was only for a moment, however. The very next moment the voices shot back through his mind, ripping at his soul. He no longer wept; he cried as he raised the points of the blades to his chest.
Words kept coursing their way through his head, tearing at his final shreds of sanity. The last of the memories crept in and the voices grew entirely silent. Opening his eyes emptiness filled his heart as he saw her, the one he cared for the most. The one whom Logan loved faded into view before him. The young girl stood no taller than three and a half feet, dressed as he remembered her last.
He pressed the blades against his chest with more and more force. The light blue shirt stained crimson as his blood began to flow. In the midst of his misery, the faded image of the girl reached out her hand and grasped the shoulder of the broken man. She reached up on her tip-toes and kissed the forehead of the head-drooped psion. In that moment the pain was freed, his heart was filled with a joy he’d never known.
Peace enveloped his soul, and the tears ceased. His blades dropped to the ground and his head peered into the eyes in front of him. ”I do not understand, Anita,” he telecommunicated with the girl’s image. ”You are not meant to understand, Logan. You are meant to pick up the tattered pieces of your soul, venture from here and prove to the world and yourself you are worthy of the respect,” the little girl spoke with a strength he didn’t remember. Then she giggled and disappeared.
Logan wiped the moisture from his eyes, blinking a few times to clear his vision. Defiance seemed to shine from his stature pointing to a change within. He turned and left the emptiness of the Citadel and the emptiness of the life he had forged. No longer would he play slave to his past. It was time for his future.
Skills:
Master Swordsman
Master Telepath -- Does not include mental manipulation of animate or inanimate objects, only the projection of thought from one to another
Strong-willed
Extreme Focus -- He can get in “the zone” when necessary, this is like tunnel vision
Abilities:
Mental Distortion -- This ability causes migraine-like pain in the brains of animate beings of moderate intelligence or higher. The higher the intelligence, the more pain felt. Inanimate objects, and those of lesser intelligence are immune to the effects. The migraine would cause most individuals to lose focus, possibly disrupting casting
Water Manipulation -- By combining the two abilities listed below, Logan can manipulate the flow of water or most liquids which have more than 50% water in them. He cannot cause any elemental changes, such as turning liquid to gas using heat or turning it to ice using cold.
Oxygen Manipulation -- This ability allows Logan to manipulate the Oxygen molecules around him. He cannot kill off an animate object by removing the air from their lungs, he can restrict the flow causing them to gasp for breath at most.
Hydrogen Manipulation -- There’s not a whole lot Logan can do with this ability on its own, but he can manipulate hydrogen molecules, moving them from one area to another.
Oxidation -- Using his Oxygen Manipulation, he can cause oxidation of metals and foods. Oxidation removes electrons to the mix of Oxygen, causing deterioration in most cases. The duration of the Oxidation on foods is equivalent to a couple of days of spoiling (such as 2 days with no preservatives for an apple would yield it being rotten and almost inedible), and the time it takes to reach that point is a ten minute span (or at most 1 full post). Metals respond differently and therefore require longer durations to reach maximum Oxidation. Metals Tier 5 and Under deteriorate at a rate of 1 tier per post duration, anything above Tier 5 cannot be deteriorated at this time -- perhaps with more practice. Metals stay in their Oxidized state for the duration of one full hour -- or five full posts. Oxidation takes twenty minutes or one full post to take hold.
Reduction -- Using his Oxygen Manipulation, he can cause reduction of metals. Reduction adds electrons from the mix of Oxygen, causing strengthening in some metals and alloys. Reduction duration for metals only lasts the duration of one full hour, or five full posts. The affect of duration can only increase metals tier 5 and below up one tier during this hour, but metals of tier 6 and above remain unaffected. With practice, perhaps Logan could learn to increase the duration of Reduction or the affect of Duration. It takes ten full minutes (or one post length) for the Reduction affect to take hold.
Elemental Resistance -- Built up over time as a result of the extreme nature of Salvar and Haidia, as well as numerous beatings from element wielding mages, Logan is affected one fourth as much as a normal human by elemental magics (fire, wind, water, etc).
Weaknesses:
Stubborn -- Logan is stubborn to a fault. He will not give in, and it will hurt him more times than not
Non-elemental Magics -- In general, Logan is affected four times as much as a normal person by magic which is not elemental in form (fire, wind, water, etc)
Cutesie Syndrome -- This is the one weakness hardest to explain, but simply put if Logan encounters a cutesie female he is basically putty in their hands.
Weaponry:
”The Silence Blades” - Dual shortswords
Metal of Swords: Prevalida
The Liquid Crest – Markings on his forehead
Appearance:
Logan has returned to his days of the black duster trenchcoat, white fitted t-shirt, silver celtic cross necklace, and black combat boots. His silvery white hair is pulled back into a ponytail, which if undone from the ponytail rests right at his shoulders. His eyes are ice blue and his skin is quite pale from all his time spent indoors recently as head of Vice.
Age: 27
Race: Human
Previous History:
With time, Logan's name began to become household. Many knew him, and a far greater number, loved him. His spirit and love for all things had won him the hearts of the masses. Few hated him, but those that did, despised him greatly. With noteriaty came an insane amount of responsibility. He owed much to those he cared about. One of those was an innkeeper whose son he'd already rescued from the demon, Phliantross.
In order to fulfill his responsibility to the man, Logan set out to find Phliantross and destroy him, once and for all. It took him just a few days to make it all the way to his destination. After a short travel within Haida, Logan found himself staring at a temple erected to worship the very demon he sought to slay. The irony was as cut and dry as it comes.
A short, but fierce mental battle ensued, as Phliantross dominated Logan's mind from the get-go. Within mere minutes, Logan had been knocked unconscious not once, but twice. The second time, he had a dream or vision, where he saw a symbol and heard a voice. Upon awakening, Logan had the markings of the symbol etched into his forehead. With a quick flurry of moments, Logan had successfully beaten the demon.
Logan didn't know what these markings were or if they even meant anything, but he paid them no mind as he ventured back from Haida. Upon his return to Corone and the inn he usually embraced as a home, Logan received a letter from the leader of the Bandit Brotherhood, Gild Sorrain to meet him. Needing no further explanation Logan set off to Concordia and the place where the great Yari Rafanas was felled.
After a short exchange of words, Gild extended a hand to Logan and Logan accepted the invitation graciously. Logan was now a full-fledged member of the Bandit Brotherhood, and it was evident that he and Gild would form a good friendship and bond from this time as well. The successes of Logan were masked, though, but the foreboding thought of danger. He had set out to a mountain he'd caught wind of once before. A place of great danger...
Logan had ventured far and wide in search of answers to the markings that had been placed upon his forehead by something still unknown. His adventures took him to meeting up with many different people, from Seth Dahlios to the great Max Dirks. Towards the end of his most recent adventures he had actually run into Maxwell Dirks who had offered him a proposition and an opportunity.
Dirks had offered Logan the chance to help run a ring of organized crime, and with the help of a few friends and new allies, he would create a sudden empire that ran like a well-oiled machine. He had been given the opportunity of the lifetime, and behind the scenes he worked hard to gain himself and his organization some vital exposure and even more partnerships. It was that very exposure that lured him into fighting alongside Xalstad, a friend of Dirks’, and his counterparts in a war of clans.
The war yielded unfortunate results, but one great thing came out of it. Logan had a new target. He needed to grow Vice beyond his own power, and to do so, he had to look for help. He found it, but not in the likely spots. He worked hard and soon found himself with and even bigger proposition on the table.
New added history for absence and reasoning behind new Level 3 Update for Althanas 3.0:
Vice took far more of Logan’s time then he ever could have imagined. While he had hopes of finding a bride, settling down and enjoying a simple, quiet life such dreams never became reality. Instead, after a full year and a half of pouring his heart and soul into the organization and he found himself with far less prestige, less honor and worst of all, less drive.
If there had been only one quirk he was most proud of his unshakable will to always persevere and succeed would be top of the list. Yet it had been lost in the murky waters of his position, his desire to leave a legacy others could grasp and follow. Somehow, the traits which had propelled Logan’s name muttered in stories with the old ones had all but disappeared. He was weary, and for the first time in years he began to see it for himself.
The days trickled into weeks and soon Logan found himself with the desire to return to his old haunts, his old self. The inclination to return to being better than everyone else began to consume him. Suddenly, he didn’t care about power or prestige, he only wanted respect and the admiration of his friends and moreso his foes. The change in mindset had been a long time coming, and it set off a chain reaction even the clairvoyant psion did not see.
A return in more ways than one:
Throughout the halls of the long abandoned Citadel echoes of the voices of the past held weight within Logan’s mind. Each step toward the center of the famed arena of old brought flashes of the memories which had weighed upon the mind of the psion for so very long. First there was the memory of Ryan Kale, best friend and brother not by blood, followed closely by the memories of Gild, guild leader of the Bandit Brotherhood, and Silence Sei whom words simply cannot describe adequately.
He struggled against the memories, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. He had failed and in doing so had let everyone down. Many times Logan had assured his friends he would never give up and never give in. Yet, he found himself with the stark realization he had done exactly that. The psion had given up.
The sound of his blades sliding from their sheathes drowned the echoing voices. For a moment there was solace in the ear-piercing reverberation of the weapons. It was only for a moment, however. The very next moment the voices shot back through his mind, ripping at his soul. He no longer wept; he cried as he raised the points of the blades to his chest.
Words kept coursing their way through his head, tearing at his final shreds of sanity. The last of the memories crept in and the voices grew entirely silent. Opening his eyes emptiness filled his heart as he saw her, the one he cared for the most. The one whom Logan loved faded into view before him. The young girl stood no taller than three and a half feet, dressed as he remembered her last.
He pressed the blades against his chest with more and more force. The light blue shirt stained crimson as his blood began to flow. In the midst of his misery, the faded image of the girl reached out her hand and grasped the shoulder of the broken man. She reached up on her tip-toes and kissed the forehead of the head-drooped psion. In that moment the pain was freed, his heart was filled with a joy he’d never known.
Peace enveloped his soul, and the tears ceased. His blades dropped to the ground and his head peered into the eyes in front of him. ”I do not understand, Anita,” he telecommunicated with the girl’s image. ”You are not meant to understand, Logan. You are meant to pick up the tattered pieces of your soul, venture from here and prove to the world and yourself you are worthy of the respect,” the little girl spoke with a strength he didn’t remember. Then she giggled and disappeared.
Logan wiped the moisture from his eyes, blinking a few times to clear his vision. Defiance seemed to shine from his stature pointing to a change within. He turned and left the emptiness of the Citadel and the emptiness of the life he had forged. No longer would he play slave to his past. It was time for his future.
Skills:
Master Swordsman
Master Telepath -- Does not include mental manipulation of animate or inanimate objects, only the projection of thought from one to another
Strong-willed
Extreme Focus -- He can get in “the zone” when necessary, this is like tunnel vision
Abilities:
Mental Distortion -- This ability causes migraine-like pain in the brains of animate beings of moderate intelligence or higher. The higher the intelligence, the more pain felt. Inanimate objects, and those of lesser intelligence are immune to the effects. The migraine would cause most individuals to lose focus, possibly disrupting casting
Water Manipulation -- By combining the two abilities listed below, Logan can manipulate the flow of water or most liquids which have more than 50% water in them. He cannot cause any elemental changes, such as turning liquid to gas using heat or turning it to ice using cold.
Oxygen Manipulation -- This ability allows Logan to manipulate the Oxygen molecules around him. He cannot kill off an animate object by removing the air from their lungs, he can restrict the flow causing them to gasp for breath at most.
Hydrogen Manipulation -- There’s not a whole lot Logan can do with this ability on its own, but he can manipulate hydrogen molecules, moving them from one area to another.
Oxidation -- Using his Oxygen Manipulation, he can cause oxidation of metals and foods. Oxidation removes electrons to the mix of Oxygen, causing deterioration in most cases. The duration of the Oxidation on foods is equivalent to a couple of days of spoiling (such as 2 days with no preservatives for an apple would yield it being rotten and almost inedible), and the time it takes to reach that point is a ten minute span (or at most 1 full post). Metals respond differently and therefore require longer durations to reach maximum Oxidation. Metals Tier 5 and Under deteriorate at a rate of 1 tier per post duration, anything above Tier 5 cannot be deteriorated at this time -- perhaps with more practice. Metals stay in their Oxidized state for the duration of one full hour -- or five full posts. Oxidation takes twenty minutes or one full post to take hold.
Reduction -- Using his Oxygen Manipulation, he can cause reduction of metals. Reduction adds electrons from the mix of Oxygen, causing strengthening in some metals and alloys. Reduction duration for metals only lasts the duration of one full hour, or five full posts. The affect of duration can only increase metals tier 5 and below up one tier during this hour, but metals of tier 6 and above remain unaffected. With practice, perhaps Logan could learn to increase the duration of Reduction or the affect of Duration. It takes ten full minutes (or one post length) for the Reduction affect to take hold.
Elemental Resistance -- Built up over time as a result of the extreme nature of Salvar and Haidia, as well as numerous beatings from element wielding mages, Logan is affected one fourth as much as a normal human by elemental magics (fire, wind, water, etc).
Weaknesses:
Stubborn -- Logan is stubborn to a fault. He will not give in, and it will hurt him more times than not
Non-elemental Magics -- In general, Logan is affected four times as much as a normal person by magic which is not elemental in form (fire, wind, water, etc)
Cutesie Syndrome -- This is the one weakness hardest to explain, but simply put if Logan encounters a cutesie female he is basically putty in their hands.
Weaponry:
”The Silence Blades” - Dual shortswords
Metal of Swords: Prevalida
The Liquid Crest – Markings on his forehead
Appearance:
Logan has returned to his days of the black duster trenchcoat, white fitted t-shirt, silver celtic cross necklace, and black combat boots. His silvery white hair is pulled back into a ponytail, which if undone from the ponytail rests right at his shoulders. His eyes are ice blue and his skin is quite pale from all his time spent indoors recently as head of Vice.