CIVILIAN . WATSON, LOGAN

Male

Pansexual

Twenty five

May 4th

Scottish/Russian

English, and Russian

N/A

0.50

Civilian

n/a

n/a

9/17/13 by Jess

Sky

Damien Kwan

Yes

LUDGER WILL KRESNIK from TALES OF XILLIA 2

Getting into the police he’s rather job orientated, none-the-less he has a small apartment that really isn’t filled with much personal items.

Logan has no outstanding features about him besides his silver hair and bright green eyes. He is rather fit from training, his skin on the rather pale side, making it easy to see when he’s spent an all nighter. He has a few scars but nothing too large or noticeable, most of them were light faded marks that one would only be able to see if Logan took off his clothing and were fairly close to him. For his clothing its safe to say he’s usually seen in his ‘work’ outfit, which is a blue button up shirt with black pants and a jacket with brown suspenders, another thing that he gets teased about. While Logan isn’t the most handsome guy one sees he isn’t ugly either, it’s very easy for one to look over him, he’s more of a background character and he rather likes it that way.

As a Police officer, Logan has strong sense of justice but considering he is still new he hasn't gained the whole 'guilty until proven innocent' mentality that most officers develop in this line of work. While he enjoys his job he isn't much of a morning person and is rather slow in the mornings without a cup of coffee or a surge of adrenaline. Most of the station tease him about being a zombie in the mornings as he usually answers all questions with small grunts while completely focused on pouring himself a cup of coffee. Logan though is a hard worker combined with his determination and stubbornness he can do some rather impressive work despite being still new.

Towards other people...well he isn't completely withdrawn. Logan does prefer to keep to himself mostly but he isn't so quiet to other people. He can start some small talk, laugh, get angry, be sarcastic, tease, he does it with the other people at the station so it isn't foreign to him. To anyone he seems like an ordinary man doing his job and going on with his life, though that isn't necessarily true. Like everyone he has his own dark secrets, though they might not be like others. Logan...sometimes hears voices, or feels a certain urge rise up inside of him. Violent ones, that are so fierce that he literally has to fight to keep his muscles from going through with the action. He does go for at least once a week to a psychiatrist to help with his mental health as per orders from the chief.

Despite this he fights to be the good person he know he is and was raised as, even with his step-sister of the age of ten living with him. Most of what he does is for her, so that she is happy, so he tends to overwork himself and what free time he has, goes towards her.

Logan was, believe it or not, born in Russia. His father being from Scotland and his mother, Russian. His parents had met as he had transferred from England to live in Russia. He had met his mother in a convenience store and after months of getting to know one another and being friends they began to date and it went from there. Logan was a honeymoon baby and one they were looking forward too as they would always argue over the sex when he was in the womb. He would be Logan if male or Anya if Female, and well, dad won that bet. Raising a baby was not easy and downright tiring but they never regretted having him, not one. They were a happy family. But like most happy things, it can be snatched away. At the age of five, he was walking home one night with his mother when they were jumped, the men wanting her purse and her wanting to protect her son. She was stabbed right in front of him, and couldn't help but just...stare. One of the robbers had run with the purse in hand, but one stayed behind and given him a twisted grin before walking over and picking up his small hand and wrapping it around the hilt protruding from his mom's chest.

“Look at what you did?” He had whispered, “You killed mommy.” And he was gone with only him and the corpse that was once his loving mom. They were found hours later with him still in the same spot he was in. The authorities called his father who came rushing into the station hugging his son close even though he had blood on him. He was put into some therapy, recommended by the doctor since he saw a rather traumatic event, which his father agreed to, and even though his dad never blamed him, Logan blamed himself for her death; after all, she was protecting him.

Life continued on. His father worked, he went to school, but there was something different. He lashed out on instincts more than once sometimes hurting other students as a result, even killing a few animals, like a rather annoying bird that always screeched at him as he walked by. He snapped its neck one day, but when the little boy found it and started crying, Logan immediately felt guilty but at least he shut up that blasted bird.

He graduated high school with little to no incidents, his father even got remarried and had a child with his step mom, he was getting better at controlling himself and entered his first year in the military, something that was rather mandatory in Russia. It was...amazing on how one year in there could change someone. Having little to no previous fighting training, he took to it like a duck to water. Hand-to-hand, knife combat, it was rather scary how learning these things was so...easy to him. After finishing his year he went to the police academy, graduated and was ready to start is line of duty...until his father was being transferred from within his company to America, bringing his family with him.

Logan got a job at a local police station while moving out into a small apartment complex. His younger sister took to staying with him over their dad. He didn't know why and he never really asked, but she got to school just fine and he didn't mind spending time with her as little as it was. English, luckily wasn't a large problem for him, his house was already a mixture of Russian and English talking that, despite his heavy accent (When he first moved out, it has long since disappeared) he could understand what people were and and read a bit, so it wasn't so bad.

After being here for three years he could say he rather likes it. If not for certain...things.