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 Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 2:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 2:44 pm
---- chosen
name Logan Kinlan
age 35 [born 1763]
chosen age 35
gender male
occupation constable/bit of a mercenary
hometown
height 6'
weight 190 lb.
physical attributes
something like this guy? keep him in mind
angular jaw | strong brow | high nose
parents
siblings Lucian Kinlan [brother; presumed dead]
spouse name [nee ___].
children ellara + auriel kinlan [daughters; 15].
He was a great soldier once, deft with a sword and confident in his fighting prowess. He moved with the grace of a man who knew, without fail, that his weapon would hit its mark wherever he chose to swing it and that his men would follow wherever he chose to lead them. Ascending the chain of command without the rich coffers of a noble parent behind him, Logan was one of the few captains in the army who had made it there based on skill alone, and few men deserved it more than he. But it was not to last.
A year after Logan earned his captaincy, he was betrayed by one of his own soldiers, who helped another aspiring captain accuse him of purposely leading his unit astray. That was Logan's first real taste of treachery and corruption. He spent several months in jail for his "crime" before the magistrate decided he wasn't worth the resources. They turned him loose in the streets, minus the reputation he had built for himself in service to the Queen.
By the time he got out, his wife had gone and left their daughter on her own. Logan didn't blame her. But with a daughter still to feed, he turned to the first job he could find and became a constable. It hardly paid and was but a shadow of his former job, but Logan clung to the thought that staying in law enforcement would allow him to slowly claw his way back to the top.
He was wrong, of course, and his disenchantment grew year after year. There was no prospect of advancement as a constable; his job meant next to nothing. In time, he learned that righteousness would get him nowhere in a world so full of corruption, so he adapted to it. He took the payoffs and the bribes, sometimes going as far as to seek them out. He enamored himself to the underground world and curried favor with the smugglers and the thieves. Whenever necessary, he sold his skill as a swordsman to anyone who required the services.
Eventually, he moved out of poverty and was able to afford a comfortable life for himself and his daughter. She became his priority, his justification for all the things he did. It was a rough world and he wanted her to succeed. He would go to any lengths to ensure it.
He has settled into the groove of his new life, extorting bribes from petty thieves to smugglers of great import. Logan has quickly become a stable in the underground and has working relationships with many of the operations in town.
Life had not been kind to him, so Logan responded in kind. He was once the victim of one man's lack of morals, but he quickly learned the shadowy ways of less upstanding population. The promises of community and society were lies to him; Logan had learned the truth behind survival: When all the cards were laid bare, no one in the world was more trustworthy than himself.
His was a self-serving existence, driven not by morals but by opportunities. The world was littered with a finite number of benefits, and one man's loss was another man's gain. There was a certain tenacity in Logan that refused to let him miss out on those rapidly diminishing opportunities. The more he had for himself, the better.
His loyalties extended as far as his family, with whom Logan was uncharacteristically generous both in material goods and in benefit of the doubt. He had a soft spot for the women in his life, the strong ones who didn't balk at letting him know his place from time to time, and his daughter was the apple of his eye. In a world stocked with people who lied and cheated and failed all around, his daughter was the one exception who could do no wrong. She brought a smile to his face and softened his rough edges, revealing (but only slightly) the gentle soul that lingered deep inside.
But to everyone else, he was Logan, blunt and abrasive and lacking verbal filters. He had few qualms about insulting his company or letting people know exactly what he thought, no matter how politically insensitive it might be.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 2:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 2:49 pm
---- guardian
 [ totem uc ] [ fawn uc ] [ yearling uc ] [ adult uc ]
[ basics ]
name knightful.
gender doe.
[ appearance ]
height 15.1 hh.
physical attributes
Strong
Big-bodied doe, takes after her father (Tod)
Focus on strength over agility, but good enough control that she can be quick in short bursts
[ family ]
parents tod x pippin.
siblings fuyunis, ???.
[ history ]
She reminded Logan of his glory days, which he wasn't sure he liked. He had such fond memories of days gone by, days that he knew he could not have again, and he was loathe to relive them when he knew they would never again be more than memories. But she was also a reminder of a better time, a time when he had thought the best of the world, a time that seemed so distant that it may as well be fantasy. And she was like something out of a fairytale, so strong and so ideal. He couldn't bear to shatter her idealism and her heart, so he just smiled and loved her and called her his Fair Knightess.
[ personality ]
Knightfully - (adv) in the manner of a knight : bravely, chivalrously.
She was the epitome of a long-dead ideal, a pillar of many things good and admirable that had slowly left the world over the centuries. There was a strength in her presence and an inherent sense of decency that made her trustworthy in a place where trust had become a fantasy, commanding respect and inviting dependence. Nothing fazed her in the face of fear and she was the soul of chivalry, kind and courteous, generous and valiant. In her unending quest for justice and honor, she bent to nothing.
[ dreaming ]
sss
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 2:50 pm
---- arpeelogs.updateso6-18-14:
- Growth to adult!
o3-28-14:
- Arrived in breeding! (Morphy)
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#. Title. Location. Others Involved. Dates. (@)
@ = Finished // @* = Used for Breeding
1. [PRP] Please Stop Following Me. ???. Senka Zimakova. o7-o2-14 ~ ?.
2. [PRP] Back From the Dead. Fox & Hound Inn. Lucian Kinlan, Kozel. o5-11-15 ~ ?.
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RP Status
Currently RP with: None.
Current location: None.
Currently: None.
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Acquaintances
Name. Location of meeting. Thoughts.
Patrek Falconer. IDEK. Once army buddies; Logan is now a little bitter, resentful of Patrek. The two are cut from the same cloth and are, in many ways, close representations of each other. But where Patrek has maintained his success and position in the army, Logan has not, and he often wonders why.
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