Post by Logan Watkin on Jun 20, 2007 16:15:40 GMT -5
Cannon or Original?: Cannon.
Name: Logan Watkin.
Age: Seventeen, pure and true.
Do you have a normal regular job?: Works at Club Juliet Day.
Race: Zodiac.
Side: Good.
Powers: Flight. Basically, can fly from to place to place, taking others with him.
Personality: Logan stands up for what he believes in, even if it's wrong. He's stubborn, and will give his life for those closest to him. He is a loving, caring, fellow that most people tend to like.
Likes: The color black, loud music, pretty girls, fast cars, books, sports, and having a good time.
Dislikes: Annoying people, stupid comments, arrogance, people who don't believe the truth, and musicals.
Weapons: At the dislike of others, he carries a dagger and a small gun.
~Physical Description~
-Eyes: Light Brown.
-Hair: Black, kind of long.
-Skin: White.
-Body: Logan's strong, with toned arms and legs. He's a little under average, but he's okay with that.
-Attire: When he isn't working, he can be found in black shirts, black pants, and black shoes.
Parents: Craig Watkin - Father. Died of a heart attack when Logan was ten.
Angela Watkin - Mother. Killed herself shortly after his father died.
Siblings: Sister - Delilah Watkin - Age Twenty-Five. She lives in New York as well.
History: Growing up, Logan lived a pretty normal life. His parents were always there for him. When he was eight and his sister sixteen, they started to notice changes. Their father was getting worse, having had an illness for some time now. Think their father would die any time, they took over the housework, the cooking, the cleaning, everything.
After Delilah went to college, his mother lost it. She couldn't live with the fact her husband was going to die. About a month after Delilah left, his father passed away. His sister came back to help his mother cope, but nothing seemed to cheer her up anymore.
Coming home from school one day, he found his mother dead in the bathroom. She drowned herself. He moved in with his sister, and moved out to his own place when he turned seventeen.
RP sample: The alarm was buzzing. Either someone wanted to see him, or the device to his right wanted his attention. Rubbing his head, he tried to calm the upcoming headache that would encompass him. Hitting the clock, he stumbled to the door, looking through the peephole.
"Delilah!" Opening the door, he through his arms around her, hugging her tightly. They had grown so much closer after the death of their mother and father within a month of each other. Pushing her inside, her offered her a drink, as anyone would do when their sister came to visit. "I missed you," he said lightly, running a hand though his hair, brushing his bangs back.
Celeb of your character: Milo Ventimiglia.
Name: Logan Watkin.
Age: Seventeen, pure and true.
Do you have a normal regular job?: Works at Club Juliet Day.
Race: Zodiac.
Side: Good.
Powers: Flight. Basically, can fly from to place to place, taking others with him.
Personality: Logan stands up for what he believes in, even if it's wrong. He's stubborn, and will give his life for those closest to him. He is a loving, caring, fellow that most people tend to like.
Likes: The color black, loud music, pretty girls, fast cars, books, sports, and having a good time.
Dislikes: Annoying people, stupid comments, arrogance, people who don't believe the truth, and musicals.
Weapons: At the dislike of others, he carries a dagger and a small gun.
~Physical Description~
-Eyes: Light Brown.
-Hair: Black, kind of long.
-Skin: White.
-Body: Logan's strong, with toned arms and legs. He's a little under average, but he's okay with that.
-Attire: When he isn't working, he can be found in black shirts, black pants, and black shoes.
Parents: Craig Watkin - Father. Died of a heart attack when Logan was ten.
Angela Watkin - Mother. Killed herself shortly after his father died.
Siblings: Sister - Delilah Watkin - Age Twenty-Five. She lives in New York as well.
History: Growing up, Logan lived a pretty normal life. His parents were always there for him. When he was eight and his sister sixteen, they started to notice changes. Their father was getting worse, having had an illness for some time now. Think their father would die any time, they took over the housework, the cooking, the cleaning, everything.
After Delilah went to college, his mother lost it. She couldn't live with the fact her husband was going to die. About a month after Delilah left, his father passed away. His sister came back to help his mother cope, but nothing seemed to cheer her up anymore.
Coming home from school one day, he found his mother dead in the bathroom. She drowned herself. He moved in with his sister, and moved out to his own place when he turned seventeen.
RP sample: The alarm was buzzing. Either someone wanted to see him, or the device to his right wanted his attention. Rubbing his head, he tried to calm the upcoming headache that would encompass him. Hitting the clock, he stumbled to the door, looking through the peephole.
"Delilah!" Opening the door, he through his arms around her, hugging her tightly. They had grown so much closer after the death of their mother and father within a month of each other. Pushing her inside, her offered her a drink, as anyone would do when their sister came to visit. "I missed you," he said lightly, running a hand though his hair, brushing his bangs back.
Celeb of your character: Milo Ventimiglia.
