logan ian ellis

[LOGAN IAN ELLIS]

-- LOGAN IAN ELLIS !

-- NAME: Logan Ian Ellis
-- NICKNAMES: Ellis, just Ellis. He's not really cool enough to have any other ones that aren't insulting.
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: August 11, 1981. 30.
-- BIRTH PLACE: Boston, Massachusetts
-- ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Published Author, English Teacher
-- PLAYED BY: Ryan Gosling

-- PERSONALITY !

-- AWKWARD He tried. Honestly, he did. The words were there. Some where in there deep down. Hey, what's up? Nice to see you. You new around here? Simple syllables. No extreme sentence structure. They'd be on the tip of his tongue when an unrecognized face surfaced before him and...some how, some what...the twelve syllables that had pressed themselves against the back of his lips would convert to something else in his vocal chords. A something else that sounded alot like "Erm...Hi." His eyes would shift in embarrassment, arms crossing around his chest as he'd touch the back of his neck and mentally beat himself up over his lack of performance in the English language.

-- SAD SACK Clumsy just didn't seem to be the word for his misfortunes. This wasn't to say that he WASN'T clumsy, it was just that the word didn't even begin to encompass just how unfortunate the instances in Ellis' life were. He was the king of tripping over nothing, and staring back at the invisible object; staring off into space and realizing he had been in some person's crotch for the past hour; washing his hands after going to the bathroom and splashing water on the front of his pants. It wasn't hard to laugh at the inelegant man as he'd accidentally drop his gig-stick into his coffee in the classroom, then go in after it with out thought to only burn his fingertips.

-- RESERVED Having spent most of his life getting laughed at, it was easy to see why Ellis wasn't exactly eager to jump into conversation. It wasn't necessarily because he was frightened of ridicule (christ, it was almost his middle name by now) or due to his horrible abilities of making conversation, though. Ellis was just content with keeping things to himself. People were annoying when they always felt the need to blurt out their points of view, and as far as he was concerned, they were pretentious and egocentric. If asked, sure, he'd put his two cents in, but if left unprovoked and unengaged, the Scottsman was satisfied with peering as his cellular device until he was involved.
--- LONELY As it could be assumed with his reserved nature, inept conversation skills, and social awkwardness; Logan Ellis was a some what lonely man. He had family, of course. And maybe a friend here or there. But on the whole, there was very little interaction outside of himself. Meeting new people was about as daunting as a head-on collision with a fuel-tanker. And when your lips could only spit out a maximum word count of seven or more at a time, making friends, let alone having a love life, was almost unheard of. No, no. He's just stick to his writing, where the paper wouldn't judge or talk back. Where his mind would freely flow and his thoughts could spout with out a stagger.

-- LOVES: writing, the beatles, sean connery, adding whiskey to things, pretty women (even though he's terrified of them), english literature, james bond movies, jazz music, smooth days, classic films
-- HATES: the awkward moment when you're trying to be nice to some one and you hold the door open for them but they're just too far away so theres that awkward gap in time til they get there because their too far away, being frightened of attractive women, stuttering at punch lines and ruining jokes, intimidation, the feeling that some ones watching him, his asthma, writers block, when his netflix movies are late, waving at the wrong people, having to laugh at jokes he doesn't understand

-- HISTORY !

Born in August, you'd expect a Leo to have a strong personality type. A natural leader. A headstrong guy. Kelly and Angus couldn't have gotten farther from it. It almost seemed that as soon as he was out of the womb, he was falling over something or bumbling about his mistakes. He was shy, yet adorable and endearing. An ensured optimism in other wise darker days. It was a trait that he would bring with him all through out childhood, adolescence and the teen years. It wasn't until he went away to college to get a degree in physics that he symptoms of his sad-sackery subside. And his cure's name was Lynnette.

Lynette was his floor mate at UMASS, and had the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen in his life. Her dark hair curled just at the right intensity to give her that permanent bedroom feel and her complexion made her seem as pure and fragile as a Swarovski sculpture. It seemed that from the moment he had laid eyes on her, she had taken him off guard - and not like in a sense that every other person did. He actually spoke to her. Had the urge to speak to her. And had no trouble forming words. For six years - the pair of them were inseparable.

It was only inevitable for Ellis to develop feelings for the writing major after only a few days. And by some kind of miracle, it only took her a few weeks for her to reciprocate them. She was the balance to his other wise bland words, the art to his science. Lynette opened him up to a side of life, his creativity, and the man found a new, more efficient, form of self expression and communication. It was what stuck with him after graduation when the 24 year old proposed to Lynette Marie Morrison. It was the only thing that he had when she said no and decided to divulge upon him that she was seeing some one else. It was still there when the series of unfortunate events that once plagued his life returned with more vigor than ever. And it was his saving grace when he received his masters in writing, published two successful books under a penname, began teaching english at Capeside High and was offered a job at the local community college as a writing coach

-- SAMPLE !

But, I dun wanna. (See Killian Reagan & Max Heaton)

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Trent
-- AGE: Dirty Harry is on TV
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: I hate disco.
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: sex in a cup.

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

-- ACCEPTED !

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