Post by Birdybot on Dec 26, 2010 11:26:18 GMT -5
logan james campbell
[/color]{standing on the edge of forever,
at the start of whatever}[/center]
[/size]we will meet you where the lights are,
the defenders, of the faith we are.
where the thunder turns around they’ll run so hard we’ll tear the ground away.
general________________
Name: Logan James Campbell
Pronnounciation: Low-gan Jay-mzz Cam-bell
Nickname: None
Age: 15
Birthday: 15th April
Theme Song: The Flood - Take That
Species: WerePokémon (Arcanine)
Profession: Traineryou know no one dies,
in these love town lies,
rhrough our love drowned eyes,
we’ll watch you sleep tonight.
appearance_____________
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 110 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brownLogan is the sort of guy who goes unnoticed until attention is brought to him, at which point people usually realize that he is quite handsome now they come to think of it. In other words, some might think his looks would earn him a load of female admirers, but in actual fact he hasn't ever even had a girlfriend. He has a happy air to him, a sweet smile normally occupying his face. This face is fairy round, with a good shape to the cheekbones and smooth skin. There are no scars or freckles on Logan's face.
The eyes above the monthly bags are a deep blue, warm and happy. They are the sort which can really show emotion through with subtle changes, glittering when full of tears, shining when happy, seeming duller when deeply upset and icy cold rather than welcoming when angry. The hair framing Logan's face is dark brown and straight with a slight wave to it. It isn't long but isn't short, either, reaching to partway down his neck. The occasional lock falls in his eyes, and so he has a bit of a habit of tucking it behind his ears. This gives it even more of a curve, making the waves seem to have more life. Logan washes his hair about once every three days, keeping it shining, in good condition and smelling very nice, generally the smell of some fruit or tea extracts or whatever it is he picked up first.
Neither tall nor short, Logan's body is heading towards the thin side. He has a slim-ish build, not looking the strongest person in the world. The muscles are there, yet not exactly impressive. They are more suggestions at what might happen if he worked out more, although since becoming a trainer his muscles have began to become stronger and more defined. He isn't the sort of person who is great at sports, being very clumsy and occasionally hurting people or breaking things accidentally. Naturally, this is a bit of an annoyance to him and causes problems. His skin is pale and he has a bite mark scar one his left forearm where he received the bite that changed him.
The clothing Logan chooses consists mostly of jeans and T-Shirts. He keeps up-to-date with fashion. His T-Shirts usually have writing or pictures on them, and he finds he best suits pale colours, blues or soft reds. When it is colder, he will wear jackets, hoodies and scarves, as well as hats. Some hats suit him, other don't. He won't wear fingerless gloves, since he doesn't think they're all that warm. His socks usually match, and are often stripy. His shoes are generally for comfort, purely because he can't afford anything too amazing like most kids his age. He has a lightweight backpack containing all his essentials as well as a sleeping bag and small light tent.
As with every werepokémon, Logan is forced to undergo transformations every full moon. As a person very recently becoming a werepokémon, he has very little control over this and finds the whole experience painful and difficult. On nights with a full moon he transforms completely into an Arcanine which would look like any ordinary Arcanine but for his eyes remaining their deep emotionful blue as well as his much paler fur making him seem more white than orange.although no one understood we were holding back the flood,
learning how to dance the rain.
we were holding back the flood they said we’d never dance again.
personality______________
Strengths: Brave, intelligent, great actor.
Weaknesses: Extreme dyslexia (can barely read or write), transformations.
Ambitions: To take the lead role in/direct a huge film/play, to learn to deal with his condition.
Likes: Chocolate, Pokémon, hugs, acting, directing.
Dislikes: His condition, racism, meat, reading, writing.
Fears: Needles, people making fun of his dislexia, his condition.Logan is the last person you would suspect of being a werepokémon. He is a sweet boy, the sort who you can't help but adore. He is confident and cheerful, able to relate to people and be strong for them when needed, or cheer them up or offer sympathy. If someone else is upset, he gets upset. If someone else is angry, he becomes wary and looks for points when a fight might occur. He wants peace as far as possible, and is a vegetarian as well as someone who might stand up against bullies or take risks. Whenever someone shows a sign of racism, or generally putting themselves above other people or being mean, they will instantly loose respect from Logan. When this happens, he tries not to show it for fear of making that person upset, but luckily his acting skills make him a good lier. The only time people have figured out he doesn't like them is when something triggers off one of his random outbursts of anger as normal for a werepokémon. These triggers are often lots of little things building up, and when calmed down Logan often feels extremely sorry and goes out of his way to put things right, sometimes even fighting back tears at his shame for himself.
It is hard to hide the fact that Logan is severely dyslexic. He has dyslexia, but he wouldn't say he suffered from it. He suffered from bullying and countless adults yelling at him to do better and try harder even when he was doing his best, but the actual dyslexia itself he's fine with. He can barely read or write, words becoming a confusing jumble which he can just about cope with when reading slowly with a few attempts. His spelling is terrible, and so carries around a dictionary so if needed he can look things up rather than asking people. He isn't ashamed of this, although he often gets the feeling that people think he should be. This once lowered his self-confidence, but now he just laughs and insists that there really is no need to feel ashamed. When writing he spends a lot of time thinking things through, meaning at school in exams he often had someone to write for him. His mother insisted he should keep a diary to help with this, and so he decided he might as well. That he keeps in his bag along with his dictionary.
While he comes across as being sweet but a little slow, Logan does have a pretty decent level of intelligence. He understands what he is told but is better on the imaginative side of things, finding memorising facts, dates and equations difficult and largely pointless. His confusing with memorising equations as well as simply reading something in the textbook makes him restless and he tends to daydream or talk to a friend, and so he isn't very well liked by teachers. Very few thought to see if his actions had some reason behind them, preferring the more traditional method of giving him endless streams of detentions. The amount of things he needed his classmates and teachers to read for him made them assume he was stupid. It is true that Logan's memory works extremely well, but it is also true that it completely misses out any number-related detail. Logical thinking and theory isn't his strong point. He does, however, have a very good imagination. He can think up incredible stories in just a few minutes.
This imagination was recognised, and Logan was introduced to drama. He adored it, loving to act out the stories that would go through his mind as well as it giving him a break from subjects that revolved around solving problems or figuring things out. It makes him feel peaceful, and after any performance or rehersal he gets in a good mood, a little buzz which is noticable in how he will look cheerful and carefree. He is able to act convincingly as well, mastering techniques and putting himself in the shoes of a character as easily as slipping on non-metaphorical shoes. He loves the chance to escape reality and adores making people feel strong emotions and generally enjoy a performance. His favourites are plays with a meaning that are such devastating tragedies the audience cries, alongside comical sketches like Monty Python and adventure like Doctor Who. Anything, really. He doesn't do acting and directing because for the fame, which he doesn't care about in the slightest, or the money, which there wouldn't be much point in anyway since it's tricky to earn a living in that area, but for fun.
As much as he would like to make people see some things in different ways, Logan is incredibly open-minded, almost dangerously so. He accepts anyone, regardless of gender, age, sexuality, race... anything. There are a few qualities which will make Logan dislike a person, and those are; smoking, taking drugs, commiting crimes of any sort, and disrespecting themselves (such as girls who... you know...). He understands that people have strong beliefs about certain things and one of his own beliefs is that someone is entitled to their own opinion and no-one has the right to think they can change that. As an idealist he has a lot of dreams of people having the right views to maintain peace, and his way of getting people to think differently is through plays and the like. He hates to argue since he thinks that just makes people fall out with one another, get sad and angry. Anyone who thinks everyone should think exactly like them and goes about it in a mean way is also instantly disliked by Logan. He generally doesn't judge people until he gets to know them, and his open-mindedness means he likes a wide variety of people. His parents usually approved of his judgement of people, since he kept out the way of trouble makers.bleeding, but none of us leaving,
watch your mouth son or you’ll find yourself floating home.
here we come now on a dark star, seeing demons, not what we are.
history_________________
Mother: Imogen Campbell (Age 49, Lavender Town)
Father: George Campbell (Age 47, Lavender Town)
Sister: Sophie Campbell (Age 18, traveling Kanto)
Hometown: Lavender Town, KantoEverything taken into account, Logan has a very, very average past indeed. No horribly sad events happened in past any more than they happen in an average kid's life. Most of his grandparents are still alive, his parents are fine, his sister has no issues, his aunts and uncles are all in good relationships with the family and none of his friends had any problems. Just thought I would clear that up before you could get too excited.
Logan grew up an average kid, and after a year of struggling at the nearest school the five-year-old's parents were taken in after school with Logan to be told the child most likely had dyslexia which was causing his slow rate of learning and disability to learn to read anything more than the letters of the alphabet. His parents, Imogen and George, didn't find it much of a surprise; when reading to them at home, Logan hadn't been doing half as well as his sister Sophie had at his age. As he grew older, this condition was confirmed and the other children had mixed views about it. Most didn't really understand until they were about nine or ten, but some took it upon themselves to help out as much as possible while a few took to bullying. This bullying lowered Logan's self-confidence hugely but strengthened his open-minded, peaceful views and his relationships between his sister and friends became greater.
This bullying wasn't seeing an end, and it was making Logan feel extremely sad about himself and as much as his friends and sister encouraged him, he was becoming increasingly shy and quick to embarrassment, which made him even easier to bully... it was a vicious circle. Logan's confidence was lowered greatly throughout it all but with his friends at his side he went through school despite his struggles.
At the age of eleven, a teacher noticed his imagination and how he had too much energy to be sitting in a classroom while little enthusiasm for exercise, and suggested to him that he should join the school's drama club. At first he was too shy, but his friends encouraged him and pretty much dragged him over. He found he quite liked it, and after a couple more sessions fell in love with the stuff. He met more friends there, some older or younger than him, but these friends drew him out of his shell a bit more and made him accepting of himself. He began to ignore bullies and they lost interest in him, his friends noticing him becoming more cheerful and generally a more content person.
This love of drama developed as it gave him an escape from reality away from the challenges everyday school life gave him, and he joined a drama group outside of school and began performing in plays reasonably often. This he loved, and as he grew older and better he would get better parts.
Living in Lavender Town, in the shadow of Pokémon Tower, Logan' home was often thought of as the final resting place of many deceased trainer's Pokémon. He learned like the other citizens to be respectful near the tower and to be aware that some of the people visiting might be famous and sucessful trainers parting with their Pokémon. The citizens were mostly sympathetic and most of the other children Logan knew avoided it, since it had a feel of power about it, the odd sort of feeling which made you feel quite humble and modest all of a sudden. Several people claimed to have seen ghosts, but Logan was never one to believe in such things. There were all sorts of legends flying around about werepokémon, pokévamps, monsters and ghosts. A lot of people chose not to believe them; that would be silly and childish. A couple of people did, but they were just considered supersticious.
There was a point in his life, however, at which Logan did suddenly start to believe in all those things. This was a point about a week before he set out to become a Pokémon Trainer, and the reason why he set out for the Orange Islands in the first place.
Logan was walking home, the darkness of the winter evening becoming night. As he passed along the streets, he thought he could see a shape dash in front of him. He paused, alert for a moment, before shrugging to himself and continuing. He was tired and while there wasn't any plays or anything coming up, it was quite late and he hadn't had as much sleep as he would have liked. Assuming it was just a trick of the light or his tired eyes, he continued regardless. This was a mistake.
As he walked past, brown eyes gleamed in a dark alleyway. Detecting movement, he instinctively turned to look at whatever was watching him. The eyes looked human, yet somehow feral... a snarl ripped through the silence like the executioner sharpening his axe as the criminal walked helplessly forward to the block, Logan in a similar situation as his legs felt like they turned to jelly. He was rigid in fright as a blood-curdling howl sounded, not seeming to resonate in the cold air but in the depths of his soul. He shuddered. Something moved out in the darkness. The eyes blinked.
Then they were right in front of his face as sharp teeth sank into his arm.
When he awoke, Logan at first noticed not his parents looking worriedly at him, but the burning pain across his entire body. He was aware of his twitching and shaking, the sweat trickling down his forehead, and a wet area around his left forearm where the pain was most concentrated. He glanced at in and winced at the sight of it wrapped heavily in blood-soaked bandages. He looked up at his parents, who tried and failed to make their worried expressions look encouraging. "What happened?" he asked. Urgh. His voice was like sandpaper.
"Well, when we found you, it seemed like you'd been attacked by something between an Arcanine and a human, and it'd bitten you and... and... maybe wanted to finish you off, I don't know, it seemed guilty when it came to its senses, we were worried and had gone to look, good thing we did or... or... but it got you so now you'll be..." his mother was verging on hysterics. He smiled at her as if to say it would be all right, making her feel a pang of guilt that it was her son comforting her while it should really be the other way around. "Part human, part Arcanine, definately not a Pokémorph. Son, I think you might have been bitten by a werepokémon." his father said gravely.
Logan looked puzzled and shocked. But they didn't exist, did they? They couldn't... it wasn't possible that he was one of them, anyway. He opened his mouth wordlessly for a little while, then ran out and settled on the edge of the town, where he had been last night. It didn't look any different to how it did normally, only now the sun was up, although it was setting; he'd been asleep for some time. He sat down, huddled against a wall, and cried, both for the pain which was by now fading although where he had been bitten was still painful, and for the fact that his life couldn't be the same again, ever.
He cried alone for almost an hour when a man sat down next to him. Logan looked up, the hairs on the back of his neck pricking up as he recognized those brown eyes... he jumped to his feet, fists at the ready. The man stood up too, and shook his head. "No need to fight, I don't mean to hurt you. I wanted to apologize about last night. Usually I can overcome the instincts, but you let your guard down and you'll do something you regret... I still have a lot to learn, as do you. The sun's gone down; it'll be night again soon. I might have got you into this, but I'm going to help you live with it. There are plenty who do." he smiled. Logan nodded slowly, staring up at the moon. He wondered what it would feel like, to change.
"You'll learn your own way of resisting the change. It's impossible to put it off all night, but you could at least hold on until you can reach safety. It's important to keep your mind focused on you being you at first, then as you get more used to this whole thing you'll find it easier. Oh, and I have no idea why this all happened in the first place, but if I were you I'd go against those who give us a bad name. You are not a monster, and you can do good. Always remember that." the man said. Logan nodded and the two talked long into the night.
Logan told his friends he was leaving for the Orange Islands, and they were supportive although they said they would miss him dearly. He has all their mobile numbers so can text them whenever he wants to talk to them, so it wasn't really goodbye. He took a diary to record his travels with as well as a couple of books in which to write ideas for plays and whatnot whenever inspiration struck. And so he set off for the Orange Islands.
