Post by Logan Caldwell on Jan 1, 2010 22:12:24 GMT -5
LoganJamesCaldwell
[/b], yep so please call me that from now on. i've got Two birds flying round my head and they don't half get annoying but when you've been around for nineteen years you get used to it. have you heard about ?, 'cause they are bad ass so don't mess with me, 'cause i've read the rules and i say --. so read my application yo!?! kthxbi.[/ul][/blockquote][/size]
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NAME!?! - Logan James Caldwell
NICK NAMES!?! - James, "Omnipresence" - A Joke from his father for his ability to be anywhere he wishes.
AGE!?! - 22
GROUP!?! - Witch - Teleportation is his sole ability
SEXUALITY!?! - Heterosexual
GENDER!?! - Male
PLAYED BY!?! - Jamie Bell
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LIKES!?!
- Heights
- Travelling
- Walking, Jogging
- Sight Seeing
- Fast Cars
- Joy Riding
- Pushing Legal Boundaries
- Take-out ( Chinese! )
- Leather Boots ( On a woman )
- Privacy
DISLIKES!?!
- Feeling Caged
- Authority
- Being questioned
- Demons
- Feeling different
- Responsibility
- Commitement ( That is not his own choice )
- Trusting People
- Water
- White Lighters
GOALS!?!
- Kill Kiani
- To be normal
- To live a simple life
FEARS!?!
- Exposure
- Dieing before getting revenge
- Being alone forever
STRENGTHS!?!
- Quick Witted
- Extremely Cautious
- Fast Talker
- Can count cards ( You never know.. )
WEAKNESS!?!
- Overly Paranoid
- Untrusting
- Doesn't play well with others
- Lack of morality either way
OVERAL!?! - Logan is generally an alright guy when he feels the need to be around others. He has a sarcastic sense of humor that either amuses or infuriates others around him easily. Although he has a boyish charm naturally, it's his irish accent that seems to get people smiling when he speaks, he's a charmer. Normally he's the brooding anti-hero type, always irritable due to the events of his past but usually when push comes to shove he'll come through for someone, even if it's only for his own personal gain or self interest. Normally one wouldn't be able to convince him to get involved in others affairs without offering him something or having it directly affect him.
When he is angry it's obvious, his temper is something that can only be described as Inferno. When he is angry he can be somewhat aggressive wether it be verbally or physically. Sometimes it's more of an instinct then concious though, the anger more like a defense mechanism used to push people away from him. He is not often angry however because he is more of a distant lone wolf type, he does everything alone seeing others as a burden due to the fact that he is special. He however has an inner longing to find someone he can relate to, to spend his days with out of the human fear of being misunderstood and alone forever.
He has a few silly quirks to him like his ability to make a joke in the most inappropriate of times and be dead serious about making someone laugh. To him almost everything is some sort of game usually, another shield used to make it seem like nothing really affects him. He is truly a mystery, how he can shield himself from others so well yet he is easy to get along with regardless of how well people actually know him. He could be described as apathetic almost, yet on some level he does care. Vengeance however is the only thing on his mind as of late.
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EYES!?! - Chocolate Brown
HAIR!?! - Medium lenth, messy, and mildly curly
FACE!?! - Logan has a handsome boyish face
BODY!?! - A smaller atheltic body, toned somewhat
UNUSUAL!?! - None
OVERAL!?! - There really isn't much to be said about Logan, from top down he is nothing too special. He has messy redish brown hair sitting in a medium length mess on his head. Although he tries to tame his hair it often fails him leaving him with his current hair style. His hair has a tendancy to curl towards the end, making him appear to have curly hair although it is mostly straight. His face is boyish and charming, not often showing much facial hair unless he is spending time somewhere where he has no access to a shave or electronics.
As for his dress style, it's nothing too fancy or over done. He wears whatever feels comfortable. T-shirts, leather jackets, jeans. There is no special look he tries for, he doesn't feel that he has to impress those he comes across. A nice pair of converse perhaps or sometimes maybe a plain white sneaker. When he goes to more formal occassions which is odd for him he will show up in a tuxedo with a black bow tie, nothing special but it shows that he is able to look well dressed if the occassion calls for it, he is not a completely laid back slacker.
MOTHER!?! - Sierra Rose Caldwell - 38 - n/a
FATHER!?! - David (Davey) John Caldwell - 49 - Pub Owner
SIBLINGS!?! - Marissa Anne Caldwell - 13 - n/a
IMPORTANT!?! - n/a
FINALLY!?! -
For me it all began with a boom, my life was set into it's course all at once. It happened so fast I can't truly say I can explain, but I will try my best to do so here. I was born a normal boy, so we all thought to a small family in Dublin Ireland. My life was normal, mundayne as they would say. I grew up, went through school much like another other kid despite how much I got bullied due to my size at the time. Through out my life I always had my family at my back however, my dad was always the one to bail me out of my stupid messes. He taught me everything about life, yet when I turned sixteen thats when everything changed for me, that was when he revealed a secret to us kids.
We were Witches.
That was when everything changed, starting with our abilities. My father gave my sister and I a strange drink, told us it would show us who we really were. It turned out to be a potion to unbind our amazing gifts. At first I felt normal, however that would not last too long. My sisters gift manifested it's self right away, she had the ability to cause things to explode, a very strange power that we soon learned was tied to her emotions, thus making it very dangerous for her until she learned to control it. My power however manifested it's self as I was startled, my father jumping out from around a corner. I shouted loudly, but when I opened my eyes I was in the middle of a field across town!
So our new life began, my parents teaching us about the wiccan ways. Potion making, spell writing and all about personal gain. However the one thing they never got to teach us was the one thing we wished we'd known. As my sister and I were at school they were taken from us, a demon who was relentless in her search to exterminate good, Kiani. We arrived to find the door blow from it's hinges, their bodies on the floor as she smiled at my sister and I. It seemed she had been waiting to finish us. Filled with grief and anger my sister attacked, blowing the room to bits as she tried to smite the demoness, however she would only add to it's thrills.
With a single flick of her wrists, I watched my sister die before my eyes. I was panicked, filled with grief so I did what came natural.. I ran. With a loud crack I vanished from where I had been standing, reappearing in a strange field somewhere across the world. I no idea where I was but I knew that for now I was safe. My ability had saved me, me alone. This power that was given to me to protect the innocents had done nothing but shield me! From then on I grew up a bitter, angry man. Seeking revenge upon that demon for what she'd done to my family. I could be anywhere in the world at anytime, yet I couldn't be there to save any of them.
And so this is where it all truly began for me, the lone wolf. The Martyr.. the Avenger. My true purpose was buried by my desire for vengeance.
so all lyrics used are credited too PARAMORE, thee best female fronted band in the world. everything else is credited to rawr_dinosaur at caution. don't steal this template or take the credit off, if you do i shall be forced to come and pull your eyes out with a spork!?! 'cause you know you love sporks!?! and they are the best extracting eyeballs.
