Logan
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| Nicknames: | Weapon X, Patch, James "Jimmy" Howlett | Codename: | Wolverine |
| Age: | UNKN | Species: | Mutant |
| Sexual Orientation: | Scott in a speedo | Romantic Orientation: | Jeannie in a bikini |
| Face Claim: | Karl Urban | Writer: | hyphenartist |
Personality:
He's the best there is at what he does, but what he does isn't very nice. Separating who he is from what he does? That'll take more than adamantium claws, true believer.
Logan is a killer. Sometimes it's because he thinks it's the right thing to do, sometimes it's because he's not thinking at all. In the rare periods when he isn't killing, he's in mourning, or he's playing by somebody else's rules. Some deaths weigh more on him than others -- usually the ones he wasn't responsible for in the first place.
A man that embodies every possible meaning of the phrase 'riotous passion,' Logan rarely leaves folks with a neutral opinion of him. Sometimes they're friends, sometimes they're enemies, sometimes they're lovers. Usually, they're not the sort of thing you can put into words.
Logan is a teacher. He has a weakness for codes of honor, for nature, and for things that ought to be treated with reverence. He sees himself as the ill-mannered defender and avenger of people fucked over by the same sort of ruthless psychopaths that keep taking advantage of him. Youngsters that see past the animal take shelter in his love, his confidence in them, and his absolute defense of their autonomy.
There's not much left in this universe that can surprise him. Wonder, depravity, sorrow, joy -- he needs coaxing to feel what needs to be felt. He rarely takes that time on his own. After all his lives, he's learned that catastrophe is always a day away, and that wandering is safer than getting attached.
Logan is haunted. Enemies, tragedies, forgotten histories: it all keeps coming back to him. His past and his future seem to rebuild themselves overnight. In a world where everyone is waking up to that same experience, maybe Logan will make a bit more sense. Or maybe he'll seem even more alien. The truth, as always, remains to be seen.
Excelsior!
Appearance:
Short, hairy, pointy. Smells like a shitty bar.
Powers & Abilities:
Accelerated Healing Factor - Able to regenerate after virtually any injury in a matter of minutes. Bypassed by certain esoteric materials.
Enhanced Senses - Sees, hears, tastes, touches and smells with superhuman acuity.
Adamantium-Augmented Skeleton - Impervious to most attacks. Susceptible to magnetic manipulation.
Retractable Claws - Stored in bionic housings in his forearms. Treated with the same adamantium as his skeleton. Capable of cutting through anything short of vibranium.
Skills - Highly trained wetworks and espionage operator. Experienced swordsman. Master martial artist. Serviceable mechanic.
Items & Resources:
Motorcycle - Can always find one. Don't ask how.
Charles Xavier's Pocketbook - Regenerates even faster than he does.
Home Reality:
Comic 616
History:
>boot: /CEREBRO
LOADING..................
CEREBRO ONLINE
GENETIC ID DETECTED
HELLO LOGAN
>call-log(Wolv_X-3.02)
>tag_entry-(X-Origins 2.0)
>recording(start)
RECORDING................
BEGIN LOG ENTRY IN
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Chuck said I oughta give this another go. I don't much see the point. Anybody that has a chance of reading this probably knows as much as me. Or more. But I guess that's above my paygrade, today.
I was born into a nice enough house. The people weren't shit, though. Pretty sure I killed my old man, but I can't be certain. Get used to that.
I spent a lot of time wandering, only ever stopping when there was somebody worth fighting. Easiest way to do that was enlist, so I did that a few times. Just about any war you kids can find in the history books -- and a few that you can't. Jeannie used to say I couldn't help fighting for the good guys. I don't think Jeannie ever looked too close at what the "good guys" were doing most of the time. Not that we were all fucked up. There was this one guy: big blue and bold. Wings on his ears. You know him. The kinda guy that made you think maybe there was something worth saving. That we all can make the right choice.
When he went in the ice, I took it hard. Started up on my own again. Wound up in Japan. Fell in love. It didn't end well. Get used to that, too.
After a while, I fell back into old habits. Got recruited for something called Team X. Did some bad stuff. The people that put the team together: turns out they had bigger ideas than your usual cloak and dagger shit. It was an operation called Weapon Plus. I was gonna be their Weapon X. Didn't find out till a lot later that it all got started cuz of my friend in blue. Not that he knew anything about it, either.
They cooked my brain, stuck this metal on my bones, and figured they could control the beast. Let me tell you something: nobody can control a beast. Guess they learned their lesson.
Everything's black after that. Some Canadian capes found me in the woods. Patched me up, put me back into service. First thing I really remember properly is fighting the green guy in the Yukon. Hard to forget the first time you see him. That's about when Chuck came around. Promised me freedom and the chance to learn more about myself. It was exactly what I wanted to hear. That's Chuck for you. Helped save the first X-Men from a walking island. Me and the new batch hit it off.
It wasn't like any team I'd been on before. We tried to live up to Chuck's dream, even after we found out he was even more of a jerk than we figured. I hadn't put too much thought into mutant business till I got in the yellow spandex. Some folks could accept us, some couldn't. The ones that couldn't, you had to look out for. If you ever wondered why all us older mutants can take on an army, now you know. That's the thing I try to teach to all the kids that come through here. The ones that didn't get to be kids. Kitty, Jubilee, Rogue -- well, Rogue didn't need to learn much from me. Her moms were good about that, at least.
So yeah. We saved the world a few times. Went to space a few more. Me and stretch butted heads a lot, mostly over Jean, but sometimes just cuz he's a dick. After a real rough patch, I went back to Japan. Almost got married. Almost. Ro convinced me to come back. That was around the time she, Chuck and Scott had their little tiff over who was gonna lead. Me? I try never to be in charge. Doesn't end well. I was glad when she got the gig.
Between it all, I learned more about myself. Didn't like what I found. Or who. Well, maybe not everybody I found. Turns out maybe I didn't leave all my family back in Alberta. Got a regular posse now. Akihiro, Laura, Gabby. And Jonathan too. Not that you'll catch us having any reunions, unless Gabby has her say.
That all brings us to now. Something's different lately, I can smell it. While we slept, the world changed. I'm used to not knowing what's real and what's fake, but it seems like I'm not the only one dealing with that anymore.