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Tuesday, December 27th, 2011
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6:31 pm - Continued from Here
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Logan had no idea why he was doing this, for all he knew she could be nothing but trouble with a capital T. But then again, he was due for a little trouble. After dropping the money he owed the tender, along with a tip upon the counter he walked outside. Logan didn't have to see her to know where she was, her scent hit him first and he looked to his right, seeing her there and smiled.
"How about we walk, don't really feel like drivin' right now. 'Sides, it's a nice night for it."
It was one of those times when he preferred to be outside, around nature, feel the cool, fresh night air against his skin. Besides, couldn't get much better than a beautiful woman walking beside him. Cold didn't effect him much, and he doubted it did her either. But all the same he took his jacket off and rest it over her shoulders, he wasn't a complete ass.
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| Wednesday, November 16th, 2011
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6:32 pm - Application
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Out Of Character/OOC:
Name: Mel
Age: 27
Aim/YIM: taylorstyger (AIM)
Email: taylorstyger@hotmail.com
Character Application:
Name: Logan or Wolverine (Birth name James Howlett, but he does not know that.)
Journal: This one
Fandom: X-Men/Marvel (I have about 4 links on my profile, but if you need me to include them here I can)
Continuity Point In Fandom: From the end of X2.
PB: Hugh Jackman
Age: Undetermined
Personality: Logan is very much a loner, makes very few emotional ties. He's laid back until messed with then his rage comes out.
Canon Puncturable: Sure
Special Abilities/Skills: healing factor, acute animal senses, adamantium coated bone claws.
Character History: James Howlett was born in Canada, sometime in the mid to late 1800's. His father was a rich man, well at least the man he believed to be his father at the time. Logan was a sickly child, friends to the groundskeepers son Victor. One stormy night Logan, the groundskeeper came to take James' mother and runaway with her, the two of them had been having a long going affair.
There was a scuffle between James' father and Logan, during which James witnessed his father being shot. A rage built up in him he had never felt before and he charged Logan. Which resulted in him impaling the man on claws of bone protruding from the backs of his hands. James then learned that Logan was his real father, and whom he inherited his mutation from.
Now Victor, his half brother and he would be inseparable. Over the next half a century or so they would fight side by side in everything from the Civil War to World War II. At this point he went by James, Victor called him Jimmy.
Over the years they would join an elite force comprised of Fred Dukes/Blob, Wade Wilson, Agent Zero, John Wraith and Chris Bradley/Bolt and led by Colonel William Stryker. Sent on a mission to obtain adamantium James began to see things he didn't like within the group. That night he turned his back on his team and his brother.
Some years later Logan had found his own form of peace, living in the Canadian mountains with his love Kayla Silverfox he had created a new life for himself, working as a lumberjack. Only his happiness was very short lived when Stryker took and interest in him. Under the orders of Stryker, Victor killed Kayla, sending James into a state of slow building rage. He sought out Stryker and went under a procedure that coated his entire skeleton with adamantium, an indestructible metal.
During the procedure he was assumed unconscious, he overheard his memory would be erased and lost it. He killed a number of technicians and escaped. Which led to him being hunted by Stryker and Victor.
James reunited with Wraith to find this island that Stryker was operating out of. He met with Remy Lebeau, also known as Gambit, the only mutant to ever escape the island alive. Gambit took him to the island. There Logan learned he wasn't only duped by Stryker, but Kayla as well, she was still alive and working for him because he was keeping her sister captive.
Feeling betrayed in the worst way Logan set to leave, only to turn back to rescue her and the captured mutants. Along the way he ran into trouble, in the form of Wade Wilson, only he'd been transformed into Weapon 11. victor and James once again fought together to destroy this super soldier of Strykers making.
After the battle Kayla was shot, the love of his life died in his arms. Stryker shot him in the head with adamantium bullets, which resulted in amnesia. Remy helped him escape from the island. Over the next 15-20 years he no longer went by James, but Logan as he didn't remember his real name. His codename being Wolverine, though he's not sure why other than the fact it was written on the dogtags around his neck. When actually Kayla inspired the nickname from a story she told him, he chose the name just after she died.
During the time in between his memory loss and coming to the school he worked the fighting circuit, did odd jobs and such to make it on his nomadic way of living. Which he was content with until he met Marie and came to live with the X-Men.
Logan isn't much of a settling person so he wouldn't of stayed at the school the entire time. His biggest priority is uncovering his past, learning who he really is. So he would bounce back and forth between the school and traveling. He's been to Tokyo and obviously Canada, having only uncovered minor things about his past, nothing really helpful.
Of course being the rambler that Logan is there's been women along the way, none that really meant anything to him. His nightmares are still a constant thing, though none of them really make sense and he can't piece them together. But it doesn't stop him from trying. Until he learns who he really is Logan will never be at peace.
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| Tuesday, December 14th, 2010
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6:54 pm
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Been sittin' in front of this damn computer for the better part of an hour. Every time I press a button a damn window comes up that says Facebook. What the hell's a Facebook? Swear I'm gonna put my claws through this damn monitor!
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| Friday, December 10th, 2010
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10:19 am - Always on my mind
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Place hasn't changed much, people here sure have though. I'm kinda ticked 'Ro didn't think to call, give me a heads up. Wonder where she's at and if she went alone, didn't think to ask Kitty or Cassidy that. I'll ask 'em tomorrow.
Back in I guess what would be considered my room, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling like it owed me somethin'. Tired as hell, can't sleep though. Too much is comin' to my mind being here. Remembering the first time I woke up in this place. So many memories stored within these walls. The only memories I got.
Even this room held memories. Like the night Marie came to check on me, she shoulda stayed put. There's only a handful of times in my life that I've been scared. That night is the first on the list. I remembered every second from the point my eyes opened, the rage taking over and then the look of shock on her face as she realized her mistake. Could only imagine what the scared shitless look on my face looked like.
And then she damn near killed me.
Made it a little better wakin' up in that infirm'ry to that face and all that red hair again. Even if I did feel like I'd been hit head on by a Mack truck. Those memories swarmed in my head like a bunch angry bees.
Everything was quiet in the mansion though, save for some light snoring coming from about three doors down. I turned on my side, no blankets, no shirt, just some sweatpants. That didn't help shut off my head though. Now it was that night here when Stryker and his men invaded the place. The first time I got a real glimpse of my past, if not foggy. But at least this made sense. Somehow I knew that man held the key to who I was, but he'd never give it up.
Then just like that I was at Alkali, boarding that plane and I was paralyzed as I watched everything happen and Jean was gone for the first time. Scott went into a down spiral.. and so did I. But I had to keep mine bottled up, no one would be sympathetic and I didn't give a damn. But Cyke was going through real pain and as much as I hated him, I wouldn't shit all over that.
I growled lowly, the next ones I wish I didn't have. The professor was gone, and Jean was the one responsible. I'd barely held the rage back, but that was because Storm was there. Again, her pain was more severe than mine, I couldn't fall apart. I wouldn't.
Then finally, there I was on that mountain of rubble, staring her down. It was Jean, at least her body, but it wasn't in any other way. Stubbornness pushed me on. Pain I'd never felt before as she used her powers, ripping my flesh off me with her mind right down to my shiny bones until I reached her. I had her and she begged me, and it was Jean down to the core it was her. She pleaded and I couldn't ignore her.
And to this day when I think about it I can still feel the ghost of her flesh around my claws as I impaled her on them. Didn't realize they had really popped out in the hear and now, embedded in the headboard. She had to be in pain, but the look of sheer peace on her face is the last memory I allow to go through my head. I knew I'd done right, even if I had ripped my own heart out.
But I was the Wolverine, and my wounds heal over. Except for ones on the inside. But I'm pretty good at pretendin'.
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| Thursday, December 2nd, 2010
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11:53 am
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
Name: Mel
Age: 27
Aim/YIM: taylorstyger (AIM)
Email: taylorstyger@hotmail.com
Time Zone: EST
Easiest way to contact you: AIM
Journal: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ragin_canuck
Played-By: Hugh Jackman
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Canon: Yes. I will be adding some of his comic history as well
Full name: James Howlett, but he goes by Logan.
Codename: Wolverine, Weapon X
Mutation: healing factor, acute animal senses, adamantium coated bone claws.
Age: Undisclosed. Looks to be in his late 30's
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Physical Description: 6'3 (considering it's movie canon), 300 pounds (/w adamantium skeleton) hazel eyes, black hair, long hair and chops, muscular physique.
Personality: Logan is very much a loner, makes very few emotional ties. He's laid back until messed with then his rage comes out.
Did you get the shot? No.
History: James Howlett was born in Canada, sometime in the mid to late 1800's. His father was a rich man, well at least the man he believed to be his father at the time. Logan was a sickly child, friends to the groundskeepers son Victor. One stormy night Logan, the groundskeeper came to take James' mother and runaway with her, the two of them had been having a long going affair.
There was a scuffle between James' father and Logan, during which James witnessed his father being shot. A rage built up in him he had never felt before and he charged Logan. Which resulted in him impaling the man on claws of bone protruding from the backs of his hands. James then learned that Logan was his real father, and whom he inherited his mutation from.
Now Victor, his half brother and he would be inseparable. Over the next half a century or so they would fight side by side in everything from the Civil War to World War II. At this point he went by James, Victor called him Jimmy.
Over the years they would join an elite force comprised of Fred Dukes/Blob, Wade Wilson, Agent Zero, John Wraith and Chris Bradley/Bolt and led by Colonel William Stryker. Sent on a mission to obtain adamantium James began to see things he didn't like within the group. That night he turned his back on his team and his brother.
Some years later Logan had found his own form of peace, living in the Canadian mountains with his love Kayla Silverfox he had created a new life for himself, working as a lumberjack. Only his happiness was very short lived when Stryker took and interest in him. Under the orders of Stryker, Victor killed Kayla, sending James into a state of slow building rage. He sought out Stryker and went under a procedure that coated his entire skeleton with adamantium, an indestructible metal.
During the procedure he was assumed unconscious, he overheard his memory would be erased and lost it. He killed a number of technicians and escaped. Which led to him being hunted by Stryker and Victor.
James reunited with Wraith to find this island that Stryker was operating out of. He met with Remy Lebeau, also known as Gambit, the only mutant to ever escape the island alive. Gambit took him to the island. There Logan learned he wasn't only duped by Stryker, but Kayla as well, she was still alive and working for him because he was keeping her sister captive.
Feeling betrayed in the worst way Logan set to leave, only to turn back to rescue her and the captured mutants. Along the way he ran into trouble, in the form of Wade Wilson, only he'd been transformed into Weapon 11. victor and James once again fought together to destroy this super soldier of Strykers making.
After the battle Kayla was shot, the love of his life died in his arms. Stryker shot him in the head with adamantium bullets, which resulted in amnesia. Remy helped him escape from the island. Over the next 15-20 years he no longer went by James, but Logan as he didn't remember his real name. His codename being Wolverine, though he's not sure why other than the fact it was written on the dogtags around his neck. When actually Kayla inspired the nickname from a story she told him, he chose the name just after she died.
During the time in between his memory loss and coming to the school he worked the fighting circuit, did odd jobs and such to make it on his nomadic way of living. Which he was content with until he met Marie and came to live with the X-Men.
Logan isn't much of a settling person so he wouldn't of stayed at the school the entire time. His biggest priority is uncovering his past, learning who he really is. So he would bounce back and forth between the school and traveling. He's been to Tokyo and obviously Canada, having only uncovered minor things about his past, nothing really helpful.
Of course being the rambler that Logan is there's been women along the way, none that really meant anything to him. His nightmares are still a constant thing, though none of them really make sense and he can't piece them together. But it doesn't stop him from trying. Until he learns who he really is Logan will never be at peace.
Important Relationships:
Marie/Rogue She's probably about the only one he's got a really deep connection with at Xaviers. 100% platonic, he sees her as someone he cares about enough to protect after what they went through with Magneto.
Sabretooth/Victor Creed Definite enemies. Possibly his brother. Nothing but extreme amounts of hate between the two.
Mystique/Raven Darkholme With whoever is going to play her I'm open to their comic history coming into play. Very love/hate relationship in their past there. Only he can't remember their relationship due to the amnesia.
Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat One of the students he trained the longest with. As with Rogue he's developed a protective nature over her.
Remy LeBeau/Gambit Logan only knows Remy as the person who helped him off the island. Not knowing him that well he couldn't give him any real insight. Logan still looks at him as a friend.
Kyla Wichahpi He's very close with her family, over the last 27 years he's frequented going to their reservation. He's watched her grow up from a baby, though his visits were spaced years apart.
Where are they now/where do you see this character going? As always Logan's looking for answers to his past. It's a never-ending cycle for the poor guy.
Samples:
3rd person writing entry: Entry
Journal Entry: Entry
MISC.
How did you hear about us?: the mods contacted me in my journal
What would you like to see in the game: Just to be able to play him with as little ooc drama as possible
What would you hate to see in the game: ridiculous amounts of previously mentioned drama. Um and I gotta throw this in.. Jean resurrecting.
Anything else? Hmm yeah no attempting to make a teddy bear out of him. I've had that happen way too many times. lol
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| Saturday, November 14th, 2009
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8:49 pm
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Answers. That's what I was lookin' for. Don't know what the hell made me think I'd find them in Budapest though. I needed a bit of a break from my life back at the school, told 'Ro I'd be back when I was ready. Hell, I was half shocked I didn't get a lightning bolt in my ass for that one. So far I'd been through a few countries, some of them sparked up memories. None of them good. Each one was a battlefield, so real I could smell the blood and gunpowder.
So far no memories here though, not even a glimmer of a recollection. Tell the truth, it was kinda a relief. Didn't know where the hell I was going and that was refreshing too. Cold as hell, that was for sure. Even through my boots, jeans, two shirts and my jacket I could feel the bite of it. Made my bones hurt, figured that was because of the metal plating getting cold.
People were in a rush all around me as I mounted the stairs to the subway. Hell, this place made the subways back in New York look clean. The tile was stained and dirty, the smells alone nearly gagged me. It's moment's like this I thank some higher power for the cigar between my teeth masking the awful stench.
Once I hit the bottom of the stairs someone bumped into me. Now usually I brush that kinda thing off because bumping into me could knock someone flat on their ass. Not this guy, he had some power behind him, one sniff was all it took to tell me he wasn't human. Nowhere even close to one either. Smelled more like a wet damn dog if you ask me. Oh well, none of my business, though I was wantin' ta knock his block off for that nudge.
Right now all I wanted to do was get to the hotel I'd been staying at and collapse in bed for a few hours. I leaned against the tiled column, waiting for my train, puffing on my cigar. Minding my own business, staying out of the way, calling no attention to myself at all, but what the hell happens? Some asshole opens fire in the place, one bullet hit the tile beside my head, a jagged piece of it putting a good slice in my cheek.
If I wasn't pissed about being bumped into earlier I was furious now. Blood dripped down the side of my face, and all the damn screaming was driving me crazy. That smell was back and I saw my buddy from earlier. Seems there was a bit of a battle going on between him and whoever the hell was behind me shooting. Turns out turning around to ponder about that was not the wisest move on my part.
Everything went black, I felt each and every bullet as it hit my body, one ricocheted off the metal which was a particularly pleasant experience if I do say so myself. I hit the ground and only hoped someone didn't kick my body onto the tracks. I'd never been hit by a train before and I damn sure didn't wanna feel what regenerating from that felt like anytime soon.
Wasn't out for long, bullets were still flying when I came to, but not for long. I heard someone running and was on my feet. As I started after them I saw a body, a man maybe in his mid to late twenties. Poor bastard. I caught a flash of black in the corner of my eye down the tunnel and took off after it. My nose told me it was no longer just my pal from earlier.. but there was a woman too. This could get interesting. One thing was for sure, someone was gonna have an ass kickin' comin' their way for gettin' me involved.
Shaking my head I crossed the tiled floor and leaned against a column
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| Monday, April 13th, 2009
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10:28 am
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He tried his hardest to ignore her poking and then when she started pssting at him. But when his wife wanted something she was persistent and didn't stop until she got it. When all her pestering didn't wake him and make him get up she resorted to the one thing that always would, saying the baby wanted something. He was up, growling a bit, sleep still evident in his eyes. He got dressed rather quickly, leaned over and kissed her lips softly. "Mmm, you owe me. I will collect when I get back." Lightly he nipped her bottom lip and was out the door, tugging his jacket on as he headed for his truck.
Where the hell was he going to find truffles and pasta at this ungodly hour? He drove for about thirty minutes looking for absolutely anywhere, avoiding the one place he knew was open. Finally the truck parked in the lot of the massive building. He was certain that giant, yellow smiley face was mocking him. Begrudgingly he emerged from the truck and walked towards the automatic doors. To the best of Logan's knowledge he'd never graced the doors of a Wal-Mart before, at least not that he remembered.
Now here he was, standing before the biggest enemy he'd ever faced at three o'clock in the morning. What kind of place needed a damned greeter at that time? With a sigh he walked through the doors and immediately felt a little dirtier for doing so. "Good morning sir, a welcome to Wal-Mart." Logan growled in reply and took the shopping cart offered to him.
He looked more pissed off than anyone else in the store as he headed for the grocery section. Three in the morning, she wasn't getting anything made from scratch, besides he didn't know how to make pasta or sauce. Once he had his bottle of sauce and box of pasta he grabbed some meat and headed for the candy aisle. The one thing he was thankful for was it was so damned late and nearly nobody was there. It was like a retail ghost town.
There were all too many kinds of truffles there so he grabbed a few boxes of each and headed for the counter. The pimply faced young man behind the counter looked at his bounty of snacks and gave him a knowing look. Logan could smell the marijuana as if it were coming through his pores. "Not even close kid.. got a pregnant wife at home."
He grabbed his bags and left, heading to his truck. That was when all the anger he'd been suppressing rose to the surface. Just as he was approaching his truck he saw there was a dent on the drivers side and raised a brow. It hadn't been there before. He looked to the side and saw the pretentious little 350 Z parked beside him, their door the perfect level with the dent. He dropped the bags in the back of the truck and approached the car, cracking his neck. Once behind the cover of his truck he popped the claws, less than thirty seconds later all the tires on the little race car were shredded.
But he still wasn't satisfied and "keyed" the side of their car.. with his claws. Once satisfied with his work he opened the door to his truck rather hard, ultimately crushing the windows and passenger door of the car. With a smile on his face he got inside and drove away. It didn't take him long to get home and when he did he started cooking her snack, still a happy little smile on his face. Gypsy was at his feet in minutes and he grinned at her.
"If only you had been with me you could of peed on the seats." He gave her a wink and tossed her a scrap of meat. Selene would be down shortly because of the smell of the food. "You better get your ass down here woman!"
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| Sunday, January 4th, 2009
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4:18 pm - Not sure if this is gonna be a one shot deal or not
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Hmm can anyone guess who this is for? Anyone at all?
Well anyways, has nothing to do with RP, though it'd be a blasty blast to play out. Anywho, sorta did this for someone. You know who you are and well you better appreciate it or I will pelt you with gummy bears! ;-) Enjoy! Not sure if I'm gonna continue it or not. We'll see.
( The beginning )
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| Wednesday, September 17th, 2008
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9:22 pm
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| Tuesday, September 16th, 2008
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10:02 pm - What if...
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9:14 pm
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It's in first person because the muse wanted to write that way. So it couldn't be posted on the comm. Besides, it's a bit of a personal nature for him so it's best kept in his journal. It has to do with his relationship with Selene, if that doesn't interest you don't bother reading.
( Figurin' things out )
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| Thursday, August 21st, 2008
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7:05 pm
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Fan fic
Rating: NC-17 (for the *whispers* sex)
Note: Someone presented me with an idea, I took it as a challenge. It may suck, it may not. As it is I've decided to use a little of his past from another journal to write this because it's easier for me seeing as he's more flushed out there. This is more like a present for someone anyway. Enjoy your gift. I'll expect one of my own in return ;-)
( It all started with a phone call )
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| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008
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12:15 pm - Fan fic
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| Monday, June 9th, 2008
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1:55 pm
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This would be the question and answer section for me. Wanna know somethin'? Ask. You don't get an answer, well then it's one of two possibilities. It was a stupid question. Or I just don't like ya.
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