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Logan X Street

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PERSONALITY
[break][break]Non commital. He doesn't care about much but himself, or so it seems, and finds others and their internal wars quite petty - now, that being said, he does find them humorous at the same time. He is always thinking two steps ahead. Rarely does he show joy or emotion, and when he does show emotion it is usually just a trick to fool those around him. Everyone knows when someone is comfortable, they tend to talk. And those that talk, teach things about themselves without them even knowing.


[break][break]When you live on the streets by yourself, you tend to create little games with those around you to get what you want, and that is exactly what he does. Rarely does he care about the hurting of others, and he is not usually one to comfort someone. People do not get close to him, and when they do, one can never be to sure if it is even true or not. He is number one after all. He can seem so sincere, so true, so joyful, but beneath it all is lies. Something always put into a game of survival. Trust is rarely given by him, but if it is, definitely something you wouldn’t want to lose. When your life isn’t protected by the little things in life, like a loving family or a roof over your head, you tend to be a little different than societal norms.
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HISTORY[break][break]Picture this. A beautiful, loving home. You walk through the door and a burst of freshly baked cookies filtered the air, the fragrance clinging to your senses like a warm hug. Laughter billowing out of the living room just to your right, where two young men, one 12 and one 15, laughed over some obnoxious joke while their father leaned back in a comfort chair. Sparkling smiles and shining eyes, a light with happiness and patience as their mother spun about in the kitchen with a pink hearted apron strapped around her waist. It is the perfect home, with nothing but a comfortable life and the twinkle of promise.

[break][break]Just to the left of you when you walk in to join the festive living room there is a shadow. The light fog on a window from breath. Cold pale finger tips touching the window pane, invisible to the others in the hours. That’s Logan. He spent every Christmas outside watching the beauty of what a home should be like while his finger tips barely remained functional through the cold. His ragged clothes that he grew embarrassed of. He would never have a home like that, and even if he could walk through the door it’s not like he’d fit in. He was covered in dirt and grime, and he spent so much time running from placement, that he doubted he could ever really be in a house. The confinements of a home were just a distant dream, something he would never have.

[break][break]You see, Logan’s parents died when he was only 4 years old. Not much to the story, just drugs. And yes, you may insist the fact that there are options for children in his position. A kid could go to a cousin or family member, unfortunately he didn’t have any. If that fails, like it did in his place, he could go to a foster home and then eventually, possibly, especially since he was so adorable looked, adoption. The problem is Logan never talked. He didn’t speak any words, and he seemed just a bit..off. Fosters never lasted long, especially after the night terrors kept the temporary caregivers up every night. I mean, that’ll happen when you walk in on your parents blue and cold with a needle sticking out of them at such a young age. But, patience seemed very little in the households that had 3, 4, 5, or 7 other children to take care of. He just became sort of..forgotten. Tossed around until he was old enough to take care of himself and escaped. At 11.

[break][break]Logan never did the whole ‘gang’ life thing, instead he did a paper route. He always knew he could do better. Be better. He’d run when he needed too, was silent when was convenient, or a smart aleck when he needed a distraction. He learned to morph his personality to those around him so he could blend in, and lying became a big savior. He could convince one person he was waiting for his father to pick him up, and moments later explain that his mom was just in the laundry matt and he didn’t want to hang around with the smell people. Speaking of laundry matts, did you know how easy it is to slip your clothes in anothers load? Easy peasy. He got the odd jobs, and always favored trading instead of money. He found trading could get him around quite a bit easier, and he saved his money. He did the highschool thing, and he did the many jobs while doing the highschool thing. Excelled in the school thing. Excelled the work thing. Construction work seemed to be his best friend, good pay and always under the table.

[break][break]His life was not easy, but somehow he could never picture himself in that cozy home with the family laughing and enjoying. He learned skills many his age would not know, did things someone older wouldn’t even have done. And finally, when he was old enough, he joined the military. Get out of the cold? Check. Free meals? Check. Put survival skills to the test? Check. He excelled much like he did in most of his life. His easy capability to fit in and mimic those around him allowed him to strengthen in ranking. He knew how to shut up and work. He knew that the meals and warmth and drills was the best thing that ever happened to him. It started with whispers amongst the ranks, growing slowly before confirmation was made. Confirmation that changed everything, everywhere and everyone on the entire planet for the rest of existence.

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ITEMS[break]
2 small[break]

1. Green army pack with swiss knife, magnifying glass, palm size solar panel, 7inch hunting knife with sheath, rope, hand sized notebook and pen
2. Roll up Hammock

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Outfit: 1. Leather jacket, dark navy blue long sleeve shirt, black jeans, dog tags, and with military M-8 hot weather desert tan combat boots, thermal socks
2. Water proof leather jacket, army green t-shirt, blue jeans, dog tags, black leather insulated combat boots, thermal socks

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5 large[break]

1. Mathews halon 5 bow customized beige camo with 10 carbon express maxima red arrows
2. Crate filled with beef jerky, canned goods, and 1000 water filter tablets
3. Light weight insulated ten with thermal linear system
4. The Sightmark Ghost Hunter 1x24 Night Vision Binoculars
5. SEAL Recon Rifle (5.56×45mm NATO) with standard 5.56×45mm ammunition.