Logan Cameron Massero
Oct 22, 2012 23:39:03 GMT -5
Post by npi6579 on Oct 22, 2012 23:39:03 GMT -5
Logan Cameron Massero
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Full Name: (Logan Cameron Massero)
Code Name: (Cam, Logan)
Age: (22)
Date of Birth: December 8th
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Species: Human
Alliance: SHIELD
Citizenship: Marvel
Canon or Original?: Original
"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
Hair: Logan likes the fact that his hair is long. All throughout his training with SHIELD, he refused to cut it, its length becoming a running joke among the new recruits. However he does keep it at just above his shoulder, its curls spring to life with every step that he takes. The dark shade of black almost alluring and seductive, until he opens his mouth that is.
Eyes: Dark brown, round and big, but not scary big, with just a slight twing of angles near the outside of them.
Height: 6 foot 1 inches
Weight: 176 lbs
Distinguishing Marks: Has a scar just above his right knee from when he was riding his street bike and shattered his kneecap.
No piercings due to the line of work that he ends up doing, and has one tattoo of his childhood dog, Puppy, on his left shoulder blade.
Appearance:
Picture the kid in your senior class that always made fun of the teacher, complained about homework, but had the best grades in the class. Thats Logan. Coming in at 6'1 he stands over most of..well the females that he works with. He is usually wearing his normal black suit, with white shirt and black tie, but when on different missions he might be found wearing something a bit more form fitting, to allow him to get into tight places, while still carrying his weapons. While not working, he is usually in a pair of boot cut skinny jeans, cowboy boots, and either a v-neck or a band-t, depending on which sex he is trying to impress.
Face Claim: Ezra Miller
"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”
I don’t even like the ones I have”
Likes:
-Rain
-Talking.. A-LOT!
-Traveling
-Concerts
-Coffee
-Cigarettes
-Iron Man
Dislikes:
-Being Interrupted
-Structure/Following the Rules
-Feet
-Being One-Upped
-The Hulk
-crappy rave music
Personality: Normally Logan is a very laid back and easy going guy. He isn’t quick to anger as it takes a decent amount of time and stress for him to even get mad, but when he does get mad, you had better not be on his bad side. Being stubborn he is rarely to back down in a fight. If he cant win, no one can. This is sometime a problem, especially when it comes to following the chain of command
With his eidetic memory, working most jobs is quite..easy. Being able to string all the information together without having to flip back and forth between everything all the time gives him an edge. In social settings, especially those that involve males that he is attracted to, he becomes the most socially awkward human in existence. When it comes to females he becomes interested in, its the exact opposite. He exudes confidence, and normally will step over any and all personal boundaries.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers: N/A
Weapons
-Collapsible Arm Sword
-Blue and Black colored throwing daggers
Strengths/Abilities:
-Silver Tongued
-Quick Reflexes
-Eidetic memory
-Loyalty
Weaknesses:
-His attitude
-Afraid of the dark
-Spiders
-Those that he considers close
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History:
Logan had a pretty standard American childhood, well he'd like to think so at least. He never knew his mother or his father, and growing up in an orphanage was something that he grew to like as the years went by. He was never adopted though. He was sent out to a few foster families, but they always had a hard time telling him anything, or sometimes even finding him. He was good at hiding. He would torment the children in the foster homes that were mean to him, and then slyly talk his way out of being in trouble. Most of the time.
Throughout school, he was the awkward kid with no parents. Almost everyone left him alone, and the only attention he got was when he fooled around in class, or was picked on by the bullies. But after a while even that stopped. He was good a hiding, let alone, he was a skilled shot with whatever he had in his hands. Pencils, rocks, hell even paper clips and erasers.
The big kids learned to not mess with him, and the younger kids would then after a time start to shadow him, trying to get him to protect them. In some cases he did. In highschool, Logan joined the gymnastics team, and earned himself a one way ticket out of the orphanage. Full ride scholarship to whatever school he wanted to go to. He went to Brown University, and studied Criminal Justice there, hoping to go forth and become a detective some day.
But luck had it out for him. After his first year, a man named Nick Fury came by to talk to him, grabbing him out of class. Had said that they had been looking for new recruits for SHIELD, a government organization, and that Logan would have the opportunity to do more than just an average cop or detective would be able to do. Fury had noticed him since the kid was a skilled shot. When Logan was out with Fury, he had him try and hit a few different objects, like the fly that was buzzing around in the hallway, which Logan hit in the wing and pinned it to the wall with just his pencil. Logan even showed him his little gadget that he had created just because he was bored. It was the collapsible swords that he kept tucked in his sleeves. He also opened up his jacket, and folded back the pretend inside, showing a dozen or so, throwing daggers, and in a few seconds, he flicked around, throwing them all into the wall spelling out Fury
It didn't take long for Logan to decide either. Within moments, he was packing his bags and off to the SHIELD academy. While at SHIELD he quickly became a superior swordsman, and also very skilled at covert operations. Once he was done with training, he eagerly awaited his first mission.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
Logan flopped down onto the bed in his hotel room. He was somewhere in Arizona, near Tucson. He was covered in dry blood from the three vampires that he had just killed. He was badly bruised, but thankfully there was no other damage than that. He kicked off his boots, and slowly started to strip, to take a quick shower.
After he got in the shower, he went to take his necklace of, and noticed that it was no longer there. He punched the shower wall, leaving a basketball sized dent. He laid his head against the wall where the shower head was, and just stared into the drain. He had no idea where it was. The last few hours had all been a blur. He scrubbed the blood from under his fingernails, and off his skin. Leaving no trace that he was once covered in the stuff. His white shirt laying on the floor in the room was going to have to be thrown away, but that was part of the gig. Thankfully he had mastered the art of id theft, seeing as how being a hunter didn’t really pay....well anything.
He toweled off, and once he was dry, put some clothes on. It was time to pack. Time to leave. But first he had to go back to the nest and see if he couldn’t find his chain and ring. The chain was replaceable, but the ring was Maggies, and that, he couldn’t leave without. Within a few minutes, he had packed his life, his few clothes, he guns, knives, laptop and books, and he was ready to go. He paid the hotel that he had rented for the week, and went to his car. He threw his duffle bag into the trunk of his ’72 fast back Nova, got into the driver seat, pulling away, tires squealing.
It wasn’t long after he left the hotel maybe thirty minutes, and he was back at the nest.
He noticed, however, that the light was on in the upstairs bedroom. He killed the engine, and got out, walking back to the truck of his car. He grabbed his machete, closed the truck, and marched back into the house. Looks like he missed one, and now that they had had time to see the carnage he left the last time, they were going to be pissed.
He tried the door, but it was locked, something also that it wasn’t when he left. Great. ”I swear, I have to kill three more of these bitches and get all dirty, and have no place to shower, Im going to kill them, bring them back to life and then kill them again.,”
Logan kicked open the door, and started to check the house. He checked the living room, kitchen and dining areas, all clear, which meant that he was going to have to go upstairs. He made it to the first step, stepping on it, which creaked. He winced as it did so, and for good reason. The creak went through the entire house.
Before he could reach the first landing, there was a growl from the top of the stairs. But it was weak. Almost…kid like. He looked at the top of the stairs, and there was a child vampire. Maybe around the age or 9 to 10.
”You have got to be fucking kidding me. CHILDREN vampires. That’s just sick.”
Before Logan could react, the kid flew at him, fangs trying to sink their way into his neck, his face, his arm. The vamp kid knocked him down the rest of the stairs, and onto his back. The machete flew just out of reach of him. The kid was already back on its feet, ready to take a bite out of him again. Before it could get too close, Logan kicked it in the chest, grabbed the machete, and sliced its head off.
He looked down at the body, and the head which was now rolling slowly away. ”Sorry kid, tough break’
Clutched in the kids hand was his silver chain, and Maggie’s ring, covered in blood. He grabbed the ring, and the chain, and walked back out to his car. He threw the machete back into the truck, the ring and chain in his pocket, and reached for the canister of gasoline. He lined the living room with gasoline, and then pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and then threw the zippo into the pile of clothes on the couch. He then calmly walked out the front door, and just stood there at his car, until the house was in flames and then drove away into the night.
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
Your name/alias: Nick
Timezone:Arizona Standard
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