Age:32
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Training:He was trained in swordsmanship by Sir Willam the Fierce and in archery and magic by Vorix Null
Equipment:
- Hide and chain armour
- Bastard sword
- Longbow
- A talisman around his neck which helps muffle his movement
- A purple scarf around his neck
- Snow-bear pelt cloak
Spell Skills:Veering
Logan can take over his eagle companion's mind or share it to command it to do things for him. He can also see through its eyes and use any of its many other senses. However, to do this he must be in a relaxed state and in a calm, secluded area.
Other Skills:Logan is uncannily silent despite his size, has quick reflexes, and is strongly in tune with his intuition so much so that he can tell when he's being followed or tracked without having to look over his shoulder.
Affiliation:The Hunter's Guild
Personality:Hard. Even for a northman, Logan is rather brusque and to the point. When he talks,
if he talks, he uses the least amount of words possible, which makes others see him as somewhat dull, but the opposite is true since living a portion of his youth relying solely on surviving has made him cunning and a sharp thinker, although he does tend to take his sweet time making a decision if he can get away with it. He's also a very curt individual, rarely refusing requests from others and not at all unkind.
He's a simple man with simple tastes. He only uses and buys what he needs, nothing more and nothing less. Extravagance, although it isn't foreign to him, is something he cannot seem to wrap his mind around and sees it as odd and a little childish.
History:Logan was born to a noble family in the Northern Alliance, and despite being a noble, life was still harsh and cold but he did have the benefit of having a knight train him in combat and horse-riding from a young age, along with other benefits like tutors who would teach him literacy, diplomacy, and other skills needed to be a statesman.
But life was far from comfortable in the north even though he came from one of the oldest Houses of the Northern Alliance, and although they did have their own castle, it was cold and dreary within its walls and in the night they were filled with awful howls that would keep him awake and terrified, reminding him of the endless ghost stories his caretaker would tell him during the day.
At the age of thirteen, only a few months from his Nameday and the day he would take his rite of passage, his father decided that they would visit his uncle from his mother's side in the ancestral home of the Fjoren Family where Logan's rite of passage would take place. In the middle of their journey they were hit with a sudden, massive blizzard that almost instantly shattered their columns. Logan was thrown off his horse and in an effort to find his parents and siblings ended up getting himself lost. He wandered in hopes that he would eventually run into one of his house guards or someone he knew for what seemed like days until the blizzard finally subsided. Lost, he found himself in the middle of a dense forest with no food, no water, and only the most basic of survival skills. Wandering a bit longer in shock, he found himself a small cave only a few meters away from a nearby stream.
Almost a year in that cave had hardened him better than any rite of passage could have. He'd crafted himself a crude bow and expanded on what little hunting knowledge he had had before; it had taken practice over a long period of time, but he eventually went from sleeping most nights with an empty stomach to sleeping almost every night with a full one. He learned which berries to pick from by observing animals and soon had turned the little cave into his home.
Until a bear cub wandered into his cave. Seeing the opportunity for food, he tried killing it when he heard the roar of a larger, angrier bear just outside that came in response to the panicked sounds from the cub. Dropping the cub Logan watched as the mother bear walked into his cave and instantly attacked him. Leaving everything he had behind, he managed to escape the mother bear through sheer luck alone and ran until his legs gave out. Then ran again the next day. On the third, when he was satisfied that he'd managed to get as far away as he could from the bear, he began looking for somewhere else to live and came upon a larger cave on the side of a mountain that gave him a great view of the forest below and the game within.
He had rebuilt the new cave into another home when a small fledgling eagle fell in front of the cave's entrance during a week where game was particularly scarce. Something about the small creature sparked pity in him however and he decided that he'd feed and take care of the tiny bird, and through that some sort of small connection had been made between him and the eagle that seemed to get stronger every day, a connection that became so strong in a short few months that he found he could actually communicate with his companion, although rather crudely. He explored that skill further and in several more months found he could use his companion to make hunting easier.
It was on one of his hunting trips that he ran into a half-elf that was passing through the forest. The first sentient being he'd seen ever since getting lost and although it was awkward at first, Logan was soon conversing with the half-elf and sharing her camp. They talked and traveled together for days and Logan learned the half-elf, Vorix, was a hunter that had been hired to look for him or his remains. He also learned that she had a companion much like him, but a tiger instead of an eagle, and when he broached that subject she began teaching him how to become one with his companion or to use its stronger senses to his advantage.
By the time they reached civilization once more, several months later, he had learned everything he could from Vorix and the bond between him and his eagle, Sorin, had grown stronger. He then allowed the half-elf to present him to his father and a feast was held for his return; although he was trained to be a noble practically from childbirth, his time in the forest had made transitioning back into civilian life a challenge and rather awkward. Many in his father's court saw him as unrefined and rough, even for a northman, verging on savagery despite how hard he tried to be civil. It was only his mother that truly accepted him for what he had become and he found that he would spend most of his time in her company, sharing his experiences with her and even telling her of his strange connection with Sorin the Eagle. In a short time they had become closer than they had ever been and those couple years in her company are among his fondest memories.
His mother fell ill soon after, and in the end, when she breathed her last, he decided noble life was no longer for him. He took the scarf his mother wore the day he was lost in the forest and after saying farewell to the rest of his family, he rode down south into the Grand Kingdom where he joined the Hunter's Guild. After several years in the guild, he was invited into a sub-group of the guild that dealt with hunting down dangerous and rare monsters. And although the jobs were extraordinarily risky, they came with incredible rewards and he soon found himself with too much coin than he cared to have and decided setting up a permanent residence in the capitol of the Grand Kingdom in the form of a small estate.
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