logan scott harding

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-- LOGAN SCOTT HARDING !

-- NAME: LOGAN SCOTT HARDING
-- NICKNAMES: Harding
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Forty-Eight, August 11th
-- BIRTH PLACE: Richwood, West Virginia

-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Mechanic
-- PLAYED BY: Keith Urban

-- PERSONALITY !

-- EASY-GOING: Logan doesn't like confrontation, but he'll stand up for himself and others if he has to. His ability to get along with practically anyone draws people to him in flocks, though he only has a handful of close friends. You can almost always see him with a smile on his face and it takes a lot to get him worked up. However, there is a downside to this as he doesn't openly share his true feelings, making it hard to know what he's really thinking. He makes a lot of friends, but he's pretty guarded and doesn't readily trust as easily as some would think.
-- LOYAL: Logan doesn't give up on people easily. He sometimes sacrifices his own happiness for the happiness of others, which isn't always a good thing. He really does have a good heart though, making him a great friend to have. He's a man of his word, and when he says he's going to do something, you can know that he's going to. Logan occasionally lets his emotions rule his actions and people tend to have a lot of power over him, but he's anything but a push-over. He takes a lot, but he knows when to back away and give up on something when he needs to.
-- ENERGETIC: Logan gets a little competitive sometimes, but who doesn't? He likes a good challenge and enjoys trying new things. Working on cars and playing his guitar both serve as outlets for some of the emotions he keeps bottled up inside. He enjoys being outside and spends a lot of his time at the beach, jogging, listening to music, or playing guitar. He's a deep thinker and by staying active it keeps his mind off things. He does tends to wanders off by himself in group settings but it's not that he doesn't enjoy being around people, he just likes to have some time to himself to do his own thing sometimes.

-- LOVES: Rain, being outdoors, playing guitar, working on cars, listening to music, Italian food, the ocean, a good debate/argument, challenges, his dog, tattoos, and swimming
-- HATES: Liars, judgmental people, being underestimated, his past, stuck-up people, not knowing the answers, sitting still for too long, the smell of cinnamon, crowds, and parties.

-- HISTORY !

Logan was born in Richwood, West Virginia to Keith and Stephenie Harding. His family was pretty close-knit and he enjoyed a fairly normal childhood, always looking up to his two older brothers. His father was a mechanic and, while his two older brothers took no interest in cars, you could almost always find Logan in the garage with his dad, tinkering with parts and handing him tools. When he was about 12 years old his dad suffered his first heart attack. Needless to say, the family was pretty shook up. After he recovered, the family kept a close eye on him and made him take it easy. But none of that mattered four years later when he had the second, and final heart attack.

After he died, Logan's close-knit family began to fray at the edges. His oldest brother went off to college and his other brother began to distance himself. In hopes of bringing the shattered family back together, his mother decided to move them to Capeside, where his grandparents resided. His brother, who still lived at home, refused to go and instead decided the attend the local college in West Virginia. So Logan, now 16, up and moved with his mother to Capeside. At first, Logan hated it. But he soon learned to cope. He made friends in his new school rather easily and began to enjoy normal life in this new town. Four years later, after graduating from Capeside High, he met Casey.

Casey and Logan did practically everything together, from running along the beach to swapping CD collections. Logan had dated a few girls before her, but Casey was different. They just clicked. They were best friends. She drove him crazy and confused the hell out of him, but he loved her even more for it. Were they dating, were they just friends? There didn't seem to be a definite answer. But he didn't care. Whatever it was, he loved it. But everything changed after her brother died. Three years together, and just like that, she was gone. Logan didn't know what to think; what to feel. It was a tough blow, to say the least.

It took him a good while, but he moved on. He graduated college and started moving up in his job at a local garage. He could never bring himself to leave Capeside, so here he has stayed. In the back of his mind, he always had the faint hope that someday Casey would return and things could go back to the way they were. But he knew that was foolish thinking... right? Now forty-eight years old, Logan lives on the edge of town in a small house with his dog, Trigger. He's head mechanic at the local garage and mostly spends his time at work, at the beach, or playing his guitar.

-- SAMPLE !

{Adapted from an old post I had on another site with my character Cheyenne. Sorry for all the angst. I got a little carried away with this one }

Oh, God no. Here it came. Please - not this. Anything but this. She didn't think she could stand it. Cheyenne bit her lip as she watched the man she once loved with all of heart practically on his knees in front of her. 'Chey, please...'. And there was the pleading. God. It wasn't supposed to be this hard. "Sebastian, don't..." she croaked. It came out hushed, almost as if the words were strangled in her throat before they reached her tongue. Why was it so hard to say his name? She cast her eyes downward so he wouldn't see the tear that escaped her eye. Swallowing hard, she quickly brushed it away. "Don't. Do. That", she continued. The words were louder this time; sharper. Her eyes snapped back up to his, burning with anger now.

"You don't get to do that". She was shaking by now. It wasn't fair; not after what he did to her. He didn't think he could just waltz back into her life after five long years and expect her to be waiting for him with open arms, did he? She scoffed at the thought. She didn't like to admit it, but after he left, she was crushed. Heartbroken. The words he had said to her before getting in that sedan and driving off still haunted her to this day. 'Chey, I can't do this... there's things you don't understand. I just - I can't. I'm sorry.' No. She deserved better than that. He had his chance. She had moved on... hadn't she? She shuddered to herself as the sound of the car door slamming echoed through her memory once again. Damn it. Stupid tears. She shook her head and glanced down again, unable to look at those striking blue eyes for too long.

For five years she tried to forget. His face, his scent, his voice. God, his voice. And now here he was; not even four feet away. She sucked in a gulp of air and tried to steady herself on the desk. No, no. This was so wrong. She had Parker now. He had basically saved her life after Seb left. Parker: her knight in shining armor. He reached out into her darkened heart and pulled her out of self-made prison. Slowly but surely, he helped her forget the pain. He made her smile again. He was the reason she went back to college and got her degree. She owed him so much. She loved him; right? Damn it, Sebastian. Why did he have to show up and ruin everything? Why now? She could tell herself whatever she wanted, but she knew deep down she had never really moved on. There were so many emotions running through her mind that she didn't know what to feel. Anger, pity, guilt, pain... her stomach felt sick.

'Chey, I'm sorry. Please listen to me. I just want to talk.' She heard his voice shake as he took a step closer. She winced and backed away, not trusting herself that close to him. "No." she barely managed the simple word. She hated how much power her had over her. 'You don't understand...' she heard him say desperately. Anger flashed through her again and she glared right into his eyes. "I don't understand? I don't understand?! Oh, well then by all means, Mr. Kingery, please explain to me!" She was screaming now, holding nothing back. "Let's start with where the hell you get the nerve to show up out of nowhere after five f****** years, and then act like I'm the bad guy? I mean, what the hell did you expect? What? For me to be happy? To forgive you? Well I can't do that, Sebastian." She shook her head and wiped a single tear away.

"You left me." Chey's throat caught and she muffled a tiny sob. "You left me... no explanation; no phone call to let me know where you went or if you were okay." There were no stopping the tears now. "I mean, what do you want from me? You left me with nothing. I had no choice! Five years, Sebastian! For all I knew you could've been dead... and you expect me to understand?" Her throat caught again and she sucked in a shakey breath before starting again. "I loved you, Sebastian." The words were barely audible. "I was carrying your child, for Christ's sake! Did that not mean anything to you?" She muttered through the sobs that were now shaking her entire frame. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Not now. She slumped into a chair and buried her face in her hands, letting the warm tears stream down her face without mercy as five years of pain all came rushing back.

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Hannah/Chai
-- AGE: 19
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: You tell me
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG Collection

[jesse]

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