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[loggie-baines]

multitudeofmuses​:

CHRISTMAS FARE | OPEN

“I found the most beautiful handmade Christmas ornament,” Effie sat, her voice completel enamoured by the carefully carved wooden ornament, with tiny flecks of coloured glass. She held it carefully in her palms, admiring it. The sorceress looked up, a bright smile on her lips. “It’s a snowflake with starry night flecks,” she held her hands out ever so slightly to show it. Her excitement seemed to be palpable as the air around her picked up, gently blowing her scarf and open coat.

@cresthill-gazette​

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Logan wasn’t the type to take part in any hype, no holiday celebrations, no school spirit, nothing.It had always been just him and his mom and when it hadn’t been, it was just him, even if there were other bodies around that’s all they were, around. To say he felt awkward and uncomfortable surrounded by Christmas cheer was an understatement but for the sake of something approaching comfort in that damn house he needed to try, besides, Effie seemed nice enough. He nodded, “aye, uh...will you be gettin’ it then?” he said, it was so awkward interacting these days, putting a good foot forward and what not.

Not only was it weird to be there in the first place but shopping was a weird experience in general. Shopping was done mostly in silence with very particular goals in mind, you got in and out as quickly as possible. “Should I be look’n for anythin’ in particular?” he asked, wanting to make himself useful. 

[loggie-baines]

ambicntlight​:

xx

There wasn’t much of a choice that was given to Tess. Especially seeing as she was the only one not put off by the idea of the kid. The fact that he was a boy didn’t matter to her, or maybe it mattered all that much more. Her father could finally have the son he always wanted, so maybe he could stop looking at her with such disgust.

The raven haired girl sat in the large bay window on the second floor, staring out at Cresthill from atop the hill the manor sat on, with the sketch book open in her lap. When she was drawing, her family knew better then to disturb her, it was best to let her practice the one gift she seemed to possess. But her mind was racing too fast to actual put pencil to paper. The youngest Atwood couldn’t help but be curious, wondering who this “illegitimate heir” was, what he would look like. Spying the car pull up the drive, Tessa all but pressed her nose against the window trying to get a better look. She then tucked the pad underneath her arm before heading down the grand stairwell to the front door.

The similarities struck her like a blow to the chest. Her entire life, she’d been told how much she looked like her mother. But looking at the boy now, she wasn’t sure. There was the same dimple in the middle of their chin, the same dark hair and pale skin, a similar nose, and though her eyes had a swirl of green to them they were eerily similar in both color shape and placement. Tess peaked though the crack in the door, staring even as he spoke. Logan. It was far more normal then the ones of grandeur placed on the shoulders of her and her sisters. Granted, they were apparently her mother’s choice. “Is that all you have”, she asked, her voice soft and melodic, something that contrasted the piercings and black she donned. “Just one bag?”

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It was weird, hearing American accents somewhere other than on TV was going to take some getting used to. As unfamiliar as her voice was, the longer he looked at her the more similarities he saw, the harder it was to deny that initial hunch. He glanced down at the bag, hanging at his side, “Ah, well, there was a bit of a fire,” he said, mumbling a bit, running his words together. The last thing he wanted to do was lead with his pyromatic tendencies with his long lost family. 

He cleared his throat a bit, “Is uh, the old man around?” he asked, hoping the answer would be no. It had occurred to him more than once how uncomfortable it must be for them to have him there, some random kid no one knew about? The consequence of an affair? It was a proper soap opera. “If it’s ah...easier, I can wait out here on the porch ‘till he get’s back. The bag makes a decent pillow ‘r seat if need be.”

[loggie-baines]

The car pulled up the the house, it was much bigger than he expected and that alone set his nerves on edge. The place was like a fortress and as the sun set on the other side, it cast a long shadow over him. The place was beautiful but he didn’t want to go it, he wanted to get out of the shadow, disappear into the forests maybe. He thought of his mother, how he imagined she would nudge him along, so he grabbed his luggage, an old grey and blue duffle bag, packed with what little he owned after the fire and got out of the car.

With a heavy sigh he looked up at the house, rocking back and forth on planted feet as the car pulled away. Logan never felt comfortable around money, he had to conclude that was what his problem with the place was. The young man forged on ahead, walking up the front steps to the front door, he knocked and waited.

Logan wasn’t sure what to expect, he was ushered from the motel room in a hurry, only vaguely aware that his presence was causing a stir. This man, his...father? He was important, know, respected, powerful. This man also had an illegitimate kid, conceived and born while he was with another woman it seemed. He didn’t really know what to make of his father but he wasn’t sure he liked him, still, that didn’t mean that he wanted to be a bother.

The door opened and he was struck for a moment, the girl looked...so much like him. His brows furrowed...was she his? No, she couldn’t be...

“Ah, Hi,” he said, “I’m Logan Baines, I s’pose I live ‘ere now, I guess?” He furrowed his brows and adjusted the strap on his shoulder.

@ambicntlight​

[loggie-baines]

Warm Welcomes

@ambicntlight​

The car pulled up the the house, it was much bigger than he expected and that alone set his nerves on edge. The place was like a fortress and as the sun set on the other side, it cast a long shadow over him. The place was beautiful but he didn’t want to go it, he wanted to get out of the shadow, disappear into the forests maybe. He thought of his mother, how he imagined she would nudge him along, so he grabbed his luggage, an old grey and blue duffle bag, packed with what little he owned after the fire and got out of the car. 

With a heavy sigh he looked up at the house, rocking back and forth on planted feet as the car pulled away. Logan never felt comfortable around money, he had to conclude that was what his problem with the place was. The young man forged on ahead, walking up the front steps to the front door, he knocked and waited. 

Logan wasn’t sure what to expect, he was ushered from the motel room in a hurry, only vaguely aware that his presence was causing a stir. This man, his...father? He was important, know, respected, powerful. This man also had an illegitimate kid, conceived and born while he was with another woman it seemed. He didn’t really know what to make of his father but he wasn’t sure he liked him, still, that didn’t mean that he wanted to be a bother. 

The door opened and he was struck for a moment, the girl looked...so much like him. His brows furrowed...was she his? No, she couldn’t be...

“Ah, Hi,” he said, “I’m Logan Baines, I s’pose I live ‘ere now, I guess?” He furrowed his brows and adjusted the strap on his shoulder.

[loggie-baines]

B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N

FULL NAME: Logan Perseus Baines.

NICKNAME(S): Loggie, Logs, Baines, Sparky, Scraps McGee.

AGE: Twenty Two.

DATE OF BIRTH: 10 August 1998, Aries.

HOMETOWN: Glasgow Scotland.

CURRENT LOCATION: Cresthill, Oregon.

ETHNICITY: White.

NATIONALITY: Scottish.

GENDER: Cis Male.

PRONOUNS: He/him.

ORIENTATION: Straight.

RELIGION: Christian.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Independant.

OCCUPATION: Mechanic, Student.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Atwood house (temporarily).

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English.

ACCENT: Scottish.

P H Y S I C A L    A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: Thomas Doherty.

HAIR COLOR: Brown.  

EYE COLOR: Grey Blue.

HEIGHT: 5 ft 9.5.

WEIGHT: 145 lbs.

BUILD: Svelte.

TATTOOS: The Perseus Constellation on left forearm inside the elbow.

PIERCINGS: None.

CLOTHING STYLE: Plaids, edgier.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Raised brow.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: Scar under left eye, faint burn scar on right handover thumb and index finger, other faint scars.

H E A L T H

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None.

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS:  PTSD symptoms, Addictive personality.

ALLERGIES: Steel allergy.

SLEEPING HABITS: Night owl, late riser.

EATING HABITS: Coffee, so much coffee, he should eat more.  

EXERCISE HABITS: His exercise is running, some lifting, he’s trying to make himself tired.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: He averages at 7.

SOCIABILITY: Introvert

BODY TEMPERATURE: Warm.

ADDICTIONS: Teetering on the edge of a heroine addiction.

DRUG USE: Weed, heroine

ALCOHOL USE: Some drinking.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

POSITIVE TRAITS: Smart, Can be laid back, Logical, Loyal, protective.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Tempramental, Impulsive, Withdrawn, Sarcastic, Self destructive.

FEARS: He fears that he will become his father and he fears that he really is as worthless as he feels.

F A V O U R I T E S

WEATHER: He likes a sunny day.

COLOUR: Red, black, orange.

MUSIC: Alternative and Rock.

MOVIES: He thought Contact and Interstellar, 2001 a space odyssey  were pretty good, he doesn’t watch many movies

SPORT: Football (Soccer)

BEVERAGE: Coffee

FOOD: Fried eggs.

ANIMAL: Cats.

Past

Sara Baines met Logan’s father, shortly after her graduation party, on her way home In Portree on the Isle of Skye. She was tipsy and was trying to avoid a shadow pursuing her. The two had a tryst, a few nights and days of romantic dates and carnal pleasures. It all happened so fast and it ended just as quickly, like a ghost the handsome American man was gone and she was pregnant. Her family was very religious, she knew it would be wisest to end the pregnancy but she carried a flame for this mysterious man and held out a youthful naive hope he would come to her if she called. She moved to Glasgow and and got a job cleaning houses while she tried desperately to find him but it soon grew clear that she would never find him because he never wanted her to. By the time she realized her foolishness, how much she’d thrown away, it was too late, her baby boy would be born in a mere month. The young woman wept alone in her dingy apartment when suddenly the baby kicked, more like a nudge, prodding her into a new realization, very soon she was going to be a mother. Sara had decided to run away to have a baby and dammit that is exactly what she would do.

Logan Perseus Baines was born one clear night, it had been a fairly uneventful birth except for one thing, a small fire that caught on the sheets of the hospital bed. The flames were doused immediately, thanks to the quick thinking of a nurse but no one in the room could make sense of it. On some level Sara knew it was her Loggie, he had been so warm inside her, like a little fire, not even the winter snow or the coldest downpour seemed to chill her while she carried him.

Growing up without a father and a very poor mother had been difficult for the young lad and he’d gotten into many a fight in primary school. Logan had a fiery temper but he had a habit of collecting friends, odd ducks to protect, most of his fights were on account of someone else. Small fires had a tendency of following him and he was asked to leave two Primary schools before graduating to secondary, despite his stellar performance in class.

In secondary school it was clear that he wasn’t just going to be a brilliant child but a brilliant adult as well, he had a mind for science and math, a penchant for physics and above of space. His enthusiasm was met with scorn by his peers, frustrated, he fell in with the wrong crowd, experimented with drugs and alcohol, when he was sixteen he set a teacher’s car on fire and was expelled. The police were unable to convict him for the crime, He’d left no evidence but he was the one with the motive.

He moved back to Portree along with his mom, he finished his final year and began taking online classes to boost his grades. His record made it difficult to get into school but he hoped that if his grades were high enough…a few years passed and it seemed clear that this wasn’t meant to be. He got a job with a mechanic, studying as much as he could at night as hopelessness drove him to drink and to needles. His mother ran a bed and breakfast and while he wasn’t working at the shop or finding new and exciting ways to rile up the authorities,  he helped her the best he could.

A few month ago, some time after his twenty second birthday, a fight broke out in the bed and breakfast, bikers looking for more than his mother was willing to give. The fight turned into a fire, bigger than the hospital, bigger than the car, it burned and burned and Logan barely made it out alive with his mother. Neighbours reported the blaze and it was determined that Logan was responsible, he was arrested and bound for the slammer, unless some miracle occurred.

The miracle came in the form of the sudden appearance of Logan’s father, a powerful man in more ways than one, a sorcerer, just like Logan. As it turned out, he was the Bastard son of the Atwood patriarch, the leader of a powerful coven in America. The man agreed to help on the condition he move to town, live in secrecy and learn the craft, leaving Scotland and his mother behind with the money and means to establish herself again. Sara urged her son to take the chance, not wanting to see him to prison.

Logan arrived in Cresthill after a lengthy flight and was kept in a motel just outside of town. It wasn’t long until people in town found out, rumours started to fly and Logan was moved into the estate. He got a job as a mechanic and with the influence of his biological father was able to attend school for physics and astronomy. He has goals of his own but increasingly he’s getting the sense that he is about as free as he would have been in jail.