Name: Logan Hitchcock
Nickname: Hitch, Lo
Age: 20
Birthday: March 3
Sign: Pisces
Gemstone: Amethyst
Blood Type: O
Fav. Food: Changes almost daily; Hitch loves food, period.
Hated Food: Yogurt and lettuce.
Occupation: Part-time cashier, part-time deli clerk.
Hobbies:
Travel Research - Hitch doesn't have a lot of money; but he dreams about having it one day, if only to travel. His mother had a lot of travel books, which he has since inherited, and they have gone dog-eared from the years of use. He can tell you exactly what one little place in London has to offer from scenery to restaurants, or what the climate is like in any given region of Japan. When things get rough at work, he often retreats to his idealized version of what it might be like to go to these places in his head.
Drumming - He used to be part of a band, and even if he knows he’ll never make anything of it, he keeps up practicing when he has the spare time. Hitch finds the rhythmic nature of the instrument to be extremely soothing when he’s on edge. As a result, he’ll tap out a beat on whatever surface is close by when he’s nervous, usually a table or his own legs, much to the annoyance of his coworkers.
Cooking - When his mother became sick, he took on the responsibilities in the kitchen -- but Hitch never really expected to enjoy it. He’s been a little too busy to do much beyond the basics lately, but he has more than a few cookbooks thrown around his apartment. He doesn’t usually cook for other people since he doesn’t consider himself skilled. For him, cooking is more about the act than the results. He’s very enamored with Italian cuisine, and in spite of his misgivings, he does make a pretty mean plate of spaghetti and meatballs.
Virtues:
Dutiful - Hitch cannot stand letting people down. Every time he falls short of someone’s expectations, he feels increasingly guilty -- doubly so if it’s someone he cares about -- to the point where he is physically affected by it (IE: paleness, sweat). As a result, it’s no surprise then that he does everything within his power to fulfill his commitments to others. When that isn't enough, he goes above and beyond to try and find some way to make it up to the affected party.
Guardian - Hitch has, in some way or another, lost everyone that mattered to him when he was young. Rather than close himself off, when he comes to care about someone, Hitch becomes intensely protective of them. Not just physically, but also in terms of their goals, aspirations, and general happiness; he will drop anything at a moment’s notice to go and support a friend in need. Sometimes it can be suffocating (IE: intimidating a potential lover or open suspicion of a loved one’s new friend) but he means well.
Detail Oriented - Not only is Hitch a little smarter than he gives himself credit for, but he was raised in a household where attention to details, such as names and dates, were valued very highly. His mother, a nurse when she was healthy enough to work, instilled in him that not only was it important to be aware of the world around him, but that remembering little details about the people he was involved with might make someone’s day. He has taken this to heart, especially since her passing, and goes to great lengths to try and commit what he hears and sees to memory. Sometimes this becomes massively overwhelming to him, and if he ever falters, it leads to massive embarrassment and Hitch removing himself from the situation or person as quickly as possible.
Flaws:
Temperamental - Hitch does what he has to do, but he despises being told how to do it. At work he tries to keep himself in check because he desperately needs the cash, but he's lost more than a few jobs already for losing his cool. It would be one thing if he could limit himself to a few choice words, but Hitch has an exceedingly hard time expressing himself when he’s angry, so most of the time he resorts to lashing out physically. His last job ended when he put his fist through a wall. Even if he treats Destiny City as a fresh start, he doesn’t really know how to change.
Defeatist Mentality - Hitch’s biggest issue is that even if he does try to make something more of himself, nine times out of ten, he’s given up before he’s ever even started. He won’t come out and admit it, but he honestly doesn’t believe he’ll ever amount to anything more than what he is now. Deep down, every failure in his life is vindication of how worthless he is, leading him down an increasingly destructive spiral -- his temper is more volatile than ever, he’s taken up smoking, and he’s becoming increasingly lethargic in his down time. He seems renewed when something good comes along, but Hitch never expects it to last long.
Guarded - It’s all fine and well to take care of other people. But when it comes to himself, Hitch becomes exceedingly defensive. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t want or need anyone’s help, much less their pity. No matter how bad things get, he does his best to act as though nothing phases him. When his facade crumbles, which is easier now than ever with the self-inflicted burdens he is clinging to, he would sooner lash out at someone he cares about than accept them “feeling sorry for him”.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: Narrow, dark brown eyes, with thin brows.
Hair: Salt and pepper hair (black with strands of white throughout) due to stress, with traces of auburn at the ends from the last time he bothered to dye it. His hair is long and shaggy, usually hanging down into his eyes unless he actively pushes it aside; it was originally cut to maintain a certain style, but he hasn’t taken care of it in awhile. Has to tie it back when he goes to work at the deli.
Face: Hitch sports a pretty prominent chin, setting the stage for an angular face. His cheeks are riddled with faint freckles and a few acne scars. His lip is pierced. He’s gained a bit of a tan from the amount of time he spends on cigarette breaks at work, but it’s very faint. Maybe just enough to bring out a touch of freckling on his arms. He still spends most of his time indoors, either at work or at home.
Clothes: Worn dark jeans that flare at the ends, t-shirts (a plain dark green shirt), thick black belt, black boots (very scuffed, probably stained with traces of dried out deli meat/cheese bits clinging to them since they double for work), several black wrist-bands. For his job at the deli, he wears a simple black apron that is stained all to hell; outside of work, he favors a ragged green and blue flannel.
Body: Relatively lithe and scrawny. He does not exercise, and even if he does have to do some lifting at the deli, it’s never any more than twenty pounds at a time. Average height, nothing spectacular one way or another.
Nickname: Hitch, Lo
Age: 20
Birthday: March 3
Sign: Pisces
Gemstone: Amethyst
Blood Type: O
Fav. Food: Changes almost daily; Hitch loves food, period.
Hated Food: Yogurt and lettuce.
Occupation: Part-time cashier, part-time deli clerk.
Hobbies:
Travel Research - Hitch doesn't have a lot of money; but he dreams about having it one day, if only to travel. His mother had a lot of travel books, which he has since inherited, and they have gone dog-eared from the years of use. He can tell you exactly what one little place in London has to offer from scenery to restaurants, or what the climate is like in any given region of Japan. When things get rough at work, he often retreats to his idealized version of what it might be like to go to these places in his head.
Drumming - He used to be part of a band, and even if he knows he’ll never make anything of it, he keeps up practicing when he has the spare time. Hitch finds the rhythmic nature of the instrument to be extremely soothing when he’s on edge. As a result, he’ll tap out a beat on whatever surface is close by when he’s nervous, usually a table or his own legs, much to the annoyance of his coworkers.
Cooking - When his mother became sick, he took on the responsibilities in the kitchen -- but Hitch never really expected to enjoy it. He’s been a little too busy to do much beyond the basics lately, but he has more than a few cookbooks thrown around his apartment. He doesn’t usually cook for other people since he doesn’t consider himself skilled. For him, cooking is more about the act than the results. He’s very enamored with Italian cuisine, and in spite of his misgivings, he does make a pretty mean plate of spaghetti and meatballs.
Virtues:
Dutiful - Hitch cannot stand letting people down. Every time he falls short of someone’s expectations, he feels increasingly guilty -- doubly so if it’s someone he cares about -- to the point where he is physically affected by it (IE: paleness, sweat). As a result, it’s no surprise then that he does everything within his power to fulfill his commitments to others. When that isn't enough, he goes above and beyond to try and find some way to make it up to the affected party.
Guardian - Hitch has, in some way or another, lost everyone that mattered to him when he was young. Rather than close himself off, when he comes to care about someone, Hitch becomes intensely protective of them. Not just physically, but also in terms of their goals, aspirations, and general happiness; he will drop anything at a moment’s notice to go and support a friend in need. Sometimes it can be suffocating (IE: intimidating a potential lover or open suspicion of a loved one’s new friend) but he means well.
Detail Oriented - Not only is Hitch a little smarter than he gives himself credit for, but he was raised in a household where attention to details, such as names and dates, were valued very highly. His mother, a nurse when she was healthy enough to work, instilled in him that not only was it important to be aware of the world around him, but that remembering little details about the people he was involved with might make someone’s day. He has taken this to heart, especially since her passing, and goes to great lengths to try and commit what he hears and sees to memory. Sometimes this becomes massively overwhelming to him, and if he ever falters, it leads to massive embarrassment and Hitch removing himself from the situation or person as quickly as possible.
Flaws:
Temperamental - Hitch does what he has to do, but he despises being told how to do it. At work he tries to keep himself in check because he desperately needs the cash, but he's lost more than a few jobs already for losing his cool. It would be one thing if he could limit himself to a few choice words, but Hitch has an exceedingly hard time expressing himself when he’s angry, so most of the time he resorts to lashing out physically. His last job ended when he put his fist through a wall. Even if he treats Destiny City as a fresh start, he doesn’t really know how to change.
Defeatist Mentality - Hitch’s biggest issue is that even if he does try to make something more of himself, nine times out of ten, he’s given up before he’s ever even started. He won’t come out and admit it, but he honestly doesn’t believe he’ll ever amount to anything more than what he is now. Deep down, every failure in his life is vindication of how worthless he is, leading him down an increasingly destructive spiral -- his temper is more volatile than ever, he’s taken up smoking, and he’s becoming increasingly lethargic in his down time. He seems renewed when something good comes along, but Hitch never expects it to last long.
Guarded - It’s all fine and well to take care of other people. But when it comes to himself, Hitch becomes exceedingly defensive. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t want or need anyone’s help, much less their pity. No matter how bad things get, he does his best to act as though nothing phases him. When his facade crumbles, which is easier now than ever with the self-inflicted burdens he is clinging to, he would sooner lash out at someone he cares about than accept them “feeling sorry for him”.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: Narrow, dark brown eyes, with thin brows.
Hair: Salt and pepper hair (black with strands of white throughout) due to stress, with traces of auburn at the ends from the last time he bothered to dye it. His hair is long and shaggy, usually hanging down into his eyes unless he actively pushes it aside; it was originally cut to maintain a certain style, but he hasn’t taken care of it in awhile. Has to tie it back when he goes to work at the deli.
Face: Hitch sports a pretty prominent chin, setting the stage for an angular face. His cheeks are riddled with faint freckles and a few acne scars. His lip is pierced. He’s gained a bit of a tan from the amount of time he spends on cigarette breaks at work, but it’s very faint. Maybe just enough to bring out a touch of freckling on his arms. He still spends most of his time indoors, either at work or at home.
Clothes: Worn dark jeans that flare at the ends, t-shirts (a plain dark green shirt), thick black belt, black boots (very scuffed, probably stained with traces of dried out deli meat/cheese bits clinging to them since they double for work), several black wrist-bands. For his job at the deli, he wears a simple black apron that is stained all to hell; outside of work, he favors a ragged green and blue flannel.
Body: Relatively lithe and scrawny. He does not exercise, and even if he does have to do some lifting at the deli, it’s never any more than twenty pounds at a time. Average height, nothing spectacular one way or another.