LOGAN (James Howlett) - Wolverine

despite the lies that you're making
LOGAN _ (JAMES HOWLETT)
your love is mine for the taking
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"I'm the best there is at what I do, but what I do isn't very nice."

my love is just waiting
THE BASICS
to turn your tears to roses
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FULL NAME|| James Howlett (goes by Logan)
NICKNAME(S)|| none acquired.
AGE|| 130+ years
GROUP|| X-men
NATIONALITY|| Canadian
OCCUPATION|| History Teacher
CANON OR ORIGINAL|| Canon

i will be the one that's gonna hold you
THE APPEARENCE
i will be the one that you run to
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HAIR|| Black.
EYES|| Brown.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT|| 6'2"/300 lbs (with skeleton) 195 lbs (without skeleton)
GENERAL DESCRIPTION|| Logan is broad and muscular. He is generally hairy on his chest, legs, and arms.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| Signature hairstyle.

my love is a burning, consuming fire
THE PERSONALITY
no you'll never be alone
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POWERS||
Logan bears numerous mutant powers including: Superhuman Acute Senses, Superhuman Strength (about 2 ton limit), Insulated Weather Adaptation, Animal Empathy, and Bone Claws. Additionally, he bears an Adamantium-laced skeleton that also covers his claws.
OTHER ABILITIES||
Over his many years of life, Logan has amassed numerous skills including: strong tactics, various martial arts, expert marksman and swordsman skills, and advanced acrobatic/mechanic/and covert ops skills. Logan also bears multilingual skills in the languages of English, Arabic, Russian, Chinese, Cheyenne, and Spanish; with lesser knowledge of French, German, Japanese, Thai, Vietnamese, and Portuguese.
WEAKNESSES||
Aside from bearing numerous mutant powers, Logan bears a few distinct weaknesses. These include having senses that are vulnerable to extreme exposures, decapitation (nullifies his healing ability), adamantium poisoning (if his healing factor is blocked in any way), physical weakness around adamantium variants, and a vastly hindered ability to swim (he is, perhaps, the worst around any body of water).
GENERAL PERSONALITY||
Logan tends to be a gruff loner, with a distinct sense of personal honor.  He is generally fearless, with great courage and willpower.  He works well with his team, yet has his own preferred method of accomplishing tasks.  Also, Logan can be super protective of his friends and Xavier's School.  

when darkness comes i'll light the night with stars
THE HISTORY
hear my whispers in the dark
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PARENTS|| Thomas Logan (father) and Elizabeth Howlett (mother)
SIBLINGS|| None
OTHER FAMILY|| Half-brother: Victor Creed (Sabertooth)
SPOUSE|| None
CHILDREN|| Hopefully none... ummm...
HISTORY|| Wolverine's history is riddled with order and chaos, love and strife. He was born in the late 1800's in Canada. James ran away from home at an early age and grew up alongside his half-brother, Victor Creed. Together they fought in the American Civil War, World War I, World War II. Home during the Vietnam war and under the name "Logan", he became the vehicle of his future consciousness and aided Charles Xavier in averting the assassination of Bolivar Trask. Little more is known about Logan until the year 2023 when and where he lives and works at Xavier's School as a History Teacher.

my love is just waiting
THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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ALIAS|| Isaac
AGE|| 19
CONTACT INFO|| CodologyINC@gmail.com
HOW DID YOU FIND US|| Advertisement on Wands At The Ready
RULES words|| "dangerous mutants"
ANYTHING ELSE|| Marvel is amazing!

RP SAMPLE||

Crouched low behind a mass of broken concrete a-midst snow and the smoke of a fire unseen, Logan sat contemplating his options.  He puffed thoughtfully on his cigar and listened to the heavy footsteps of the wave of soldiers that were making an aggressive attempt to kill him.      Sniffing the air quietly, he counted about six men in total and nodded to himself.   Logan loosed his claws from his arms and gritted his teeth, saying "Well, it's now or never with these chumps..." in a quiet growl. 

Logan peered around the corner of the broken concrete structure, making note of each soldier he could see, and made his move.  In a rapid dash, Logan sprang out of his hiding place and commenced his assault.   He struck his first target unaware, shoving his claws through the man's chest before he could react.   Looking forward to see his other targets, he could tell that they had taken notice of him.    As quickly as he could, Logan leaped toward two of the soldiers that were raising their assault rifles toward him and slashed furiously at their guns, mutilating one of the man's hands in the process.   Logan spun around, decapitating the two and was instantly met with a barrage of heavy gunfire from the remaining three targets.    Multiple bullets struck him in the arms and chest, some of them ricocheting off of his adamantium-laced sternum, clavicles, and skull.     

 Logan roared in pain as he continued to fight, slashing at the next two nearest enemies as he felt the bullets forcing their way back out of his body.     After catching one man across the throat, and another in the head, Logan turned to face his final opponent only to see that there was another man behind this one with a single-barreled shot gun aimed point blank at Logan's head.   Logan tried to take a breath as he attempted to brace for impact, but was met with numerous shot-pellets clanging across his skull.   As his head rang from the impacts, Logan looked up with blurry vision to see that some of the shots had ricocheted off of his skull and embedded themselves in the body of the man who was originally Logan's last target.    With a feral growl, Logan stood again and drove his claws into the torso of the man with the shot gun, lifting the man high above his head , and threw him down to the cold, unforgiving ground.  

Regaining his lost composure and skin, Logan bent his neck to the side, letting off numerous, loud cracks.  He removed the now-ruined cigar from his mouth and tossed it to the ground, stamping it out with one foot.     "Any more?"  he asked sarcastically, looking upwards toward the sky, as his surroundings fizzled like a hologram around him.   Logan nodded to the occupants of the control booth and walked casually out of the Danger Room, brushing a few cigar ashes from his jacket.  
'Damn that last part hurt...' he thought as he walked, making a mental note to somehow get back at the person running the controls of his session.