pedro pascal, gay, male + he/him → attention ! we have report of james (logan) howlett, otherwise known as wolverine has been spotted within the area. we have reason to believe they have the power of regenerative healing, superhuman strength/agility & retractable adamantium claws. they are known to be protective & caring, but also can be unpredictable & violent, so please proceed with caution when approaching them. S.H.I.E.L.D. has reported that they’re of a cinematic variant with some comic inspo, so be warned !
BASIC INFO
full name — James Howlett
also known as — Logan / Wolverine / Patient Zero
age — old
gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)
orientation — homosexual
clothing style — casual / jeans, wife-pleasers, flannel, biker boots / uniform
PHYSICAL INFO
face claim — Pedro Pascal
hair — brown curls / eyes — brown
height — five foot & nine inches
build — kinda like a T, broad shoulders, muscled torso, slutty waist (it be thin ok), everything else is yum
scars — across the bridge of his nose, cut underneath his left eye that drags onto his cheek
tattoos — n/a
piercings — n/a
powers — regenerative healing, superhuman strength/agility and retractable adamantium claws/skeleton, animal-keen senses (+animal like canine teeth)
mental — ehm, semi-healthy
physical — healthy
phobias — fear of water (aquaphobia), loss of control
eyesight — 20/20
dominant hand — right hand
alcohol use — heck ye
diet — food
SPICY INFO
sexual preference — bottom
kinks — breeding, praise, scents, hair pulling, rough, choking, cockwarming, verbal feminization, collars + leashes, watersports, probably more.
anti-kinks — scat, vore
BACKGROUND
birthplace — canada
parents — john & elizabeth howlett
siblings — n/a
notable skills — master martial artist, japanese swordfighting, skilled mechanic, multilingual, etc.
walking around in his suit all day isn't as comfortable as it used to be, but it's necessary. he overlooks the view of the city and uses his enhanced armor to analyze the metrics of everything that he can see. tony is pleased. nothing seems to be amiss, so there's nothing to worry about with a new attack. “i think this calls for a celebration.” he speaks out to whoever is listening. “when's the list time i threw a rager? i think the city, no, the world needs me to right now.”
logan knew that heroes (that was what they called them anyway) came in different shapes & forms, he also knew that not all of them were like him. mutants. he didn't usually judge - okay he did, so what? but how some of them became what they are, made him wonder. tin man was one of them. logan didn't see himself as much of a hero, so he was out of the equation, but tony stark was far from what they taught the kids at xavier's school. yet there he was, doing what he did best to protect everybody. besides wanting to throw a party. "you know, i think the world's gonna be fine."
⸻ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴜʙɪʟᴇᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪsʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ‘ᴍᴏᴍ’. it wasn't exactly something that lee was expecting either, but it was one of those moments that comes to you and you don't deny it. granted, it could have appeared outside of anything other than a meteor in hungary. regardless though, jubilee had grown from the x-men' ‘baby’ to now having one of their own. and just as they were loved by so many, jubilation loved little shogo as if they were their own, dragon-transforming & all ( that's still a bit of an adjustment, but for later ). ❛ say papa logan ? ❜ jubilee tries to coax the bouncing toddler on their knee to say as their father figure comes, but alas, the only thing shogo only says clearly these days is SHOGO, as they do now. ❛ we're still working on that. ❜ jubilee chuckles as little shogo coos at their little rattle.
if anybody knew life liked to through you curveballs out of nowhere, it was logan. he'd seen more twists & turns than he could remember to count, but he also knew that everything eventually worked out the way it was meant to. even if sometimes the result wasn't what we hoped for. sometimes ⸺ like in this case, he knew everything was going to be alright. to find jubilee choosing parenthood of a so-called stray was not the surprise it might've been to others for he did the same before. once ...or maybe twice. if anything it showed jubilee's heart & even though he was merely a replacement to this world's logan, he couldn't be prouder of them. little shogo was adorable & a little voice inside him whispered he could always find himself his own. better not. soft little smile on his lips as he stopped in front of the toddler, he crouched down to ruffle the little one's hair, "close enough." even if it wasn't. "they grow up so fast. next thing you know they're talkin' back at you and slammin' doors in your face." eyes shifted from jubilee's to little shogo's, finger booping the toodler's nose. "not you though, right?" tickling the toddler a little, logan let out a little sigh. “you two been good, yeah?”
"you see, i never understood that phrase. why is it bad that i'm smart and own up to it?" oh lawrence is a thorn on everyone's side and he's smug about it to boot. that's why there's a small smile on his face right now, almost inching into a wide grin. “i wish i would've had time to prepare in that case. i would've gotten you into a nursing home instead of this place. you'll break your back.” although he knows that logan's back is better than even the younger heroes. they were similar in the sense that they're not stationary. x-23's constant need to move around is paired with the fact that he thinks it's too dangerous to get close to someone. if he bonds with another, then they can be used against him. if he keeps them at a distance, they're safe. “scott's still around and aside from people annoying me, it's a nice little mansion. i barely spend time inside though. too stuffy.” unless it's the danger room. slash slash!
"sometimes it's better to hide just how smart you are or others are gonna make a habit of trying to make you fall. don't wanna be on your high horse when they get you." which didn't mean he wasn't confident lawrence could stay up on his high horse for the longest time, but was it worth having to fight all the time? honestly, logan didn't know anymore. once upon a time he would've fought anybody... everybody & always, but now? he didn't know anymore. "oh wow, that quick to drop me off at a nursing home, huh? can't trust kids these days." they all had targets on their backs in a way, logan knew some handled it better than others, but he liked to think that they were relatively safe here at the mansion. strength in numbers. but at the same time, he could protect the younglings in case something ever happened. now if only he could actually make himself stay. permanently. but alas, he'd take what he could. "who's annoying you? and why isn't it scott?" it was fascinating how similar they were in more ways than one & yet they were different, too. very different. animals weren't made to be inside. logan assumed that was his doing, indirectly. not that he'd been asked about any of this.
“there's no guessing when it's obvious that i'm right.” normally he's not much of a smart ass. at least because he doesn't pride himself on being smart. although he does always remember the life advice that logan gives him. “y' calling yourself old now? maybe i should get you a wheelchair then.” lawrence embraced the hug for a couple of seconds. not too long though. he doesn't need people around the x-mansion calling him a softie. mainly because he's scratch them if they did. “y' do. in this life and all the others apparently.” he laughs at the question. does x-23 ever not piss anyone off? “three in counting, although the day is still young. give me until dinner and that number will be higher.” he's sure of it.
"alright, okay - smart ass." maybe logan should show him how important it was to be humble sometimes. he was cute, though - all confident & snarky. "yeah, sounds about right. you can wheel me around the mansion, feed me beer from a sippy cup. it'll be great." little chuckle followed, gentle squeeze before he let the other go again. he didn't need the others to think he was getting soft with old age. "one of my best qualities." even though he never quite managed to sit still in one place for long, he felt at home here in the mansion. well, maybe not quite yet here, but it was close enough. logan was still new in a way, he wasn't trying to replace this world's logan, but find his own corner. he would like to think he was doing alright. "you really do take after me. good job, bub. how're you liking it here? scott still around?"
relationships were never simple. when you were created in a lab and forced to kill your own mother? even more complicated. he had a whole thing with his world's logan before being introduced to this one. not that he liked one over the other, but he was willing to really give up his life for this one. he was also much older when they met which helped form a stronger bond. “isn't our motto not to go easy on anyone even if they're an old friend?” his lips curved into a wide grin though, running up to wolverine and throwing his arms over the man's shoulders. “glad to see you came back, bub.”
"guess you're right about that." that was indeed a motto he lived by, but truth be told he didn't like it when the youngster threw his own lectures back at him. "you should respect your elders, though." logan shot back with a small grin, arms open to welcome the young mutant against his chest. he thought the way that made him feel lost ...forever. yet here he was, armful of kid. "hey kid. you know i always come back." dogs always found their way home. gentle squeeze, rocking the youngster left & right before releasing him. "you look like you're having fun here. piss anybody off yet?" he might be slightly disappointed if not.
location: xavier's school for gifted youngsters, outside grounds
“it would take me approximately two seconds for me to run over there and stab you in the leg if you don't stop looking at me like that.” x-23 has been training for the better half of the morning. tracking wild animals down by smell. using the grounds for target practice, fighting the dummies. and climbing up high surfaces to get vantage points. by now, they probably look like they've worked out for at least 2 hours straight. “so how about you tell me what you want before i go shower and i won't have to get expelled from here.” not that he'll actually attack them. maybe…
at first he said nothing. wolverine just ....watched. he observed. truth be told, he'd been ..calmer, lately. a little. he wasn't sure if it was impending doom giving him that all too familiar feeling of everything's okay - world's at stake, what else is new? or if it was something else, but being back at the mansion was oddly comforting even if it wasn't his own. almost felt ...like coming home. not that he would say that out loud, but seeing lawrence here with him was ..something. they'd met somewhat briefly during the shit that went down a few months ago. logan liked to think he was granted a second chance for a reason & he'd been trying to make the best of it. kind of. “is that how you greet an old friend?”
" please, logan. no need to be prickly about this. i just wanna be done with my work, is all. " bruce says, gathering his papers and data before finally sitting down again with a groan. because let's be real, they are both old and tired of this shit. they have fought all that they can fight. even the hulk, who back in the day would have begged to released just to instigate the other, was silent.
" gamma readings. from our little galactus problem. " bruce says, flipping through the pages mindlessly. this could save them, he knows that it can, he just needs to ... make sense of all of it first. " anyway, what are you doing here? it's late. "
"i'm not gonna stop you, banner. pretend i'm naked if that helps. wait, that's for speeches. ah, whatever." he didn't come here to interrupt his work, but when he came here, bruce hadn't been working, so.. if anything, this was bruce's own fault. not that logan looked to blame anybody for anything. him & banner went ways back - or rather, him & the hulk. both? yeah.
"gamma readings? isn't that your thing?" little nod at him, hinting at his ...little problem. little big problem - yeah, something like that. eyeing him though, brows pull together in wonder. banner looked .. lost. did his readings not make sense? "couldn't sleep. this place is massive."
int. some abandoned warehouse on the city outskirts. night.
the hulk ran. and he ran and ran and didn't stop, until he crashed through the roof of the abandoned building, and he could hear the groaning of dilapidated infrastructure ... and silence. hulk doesn't even know where he is right now. all he knew is that he needed to leave that place when he felt overwhelmed. just like bruce told him to do.
puny bruce, who now looks out for him.
his breathing was still heavy, and the adrenaline and rage he can feel in his irradiated muscles are still at it's peak. but he has to stay here. for hulk doesn't want to hurt anyone. he just wants to be alone.
clang! he heard from his right.
and with inhuman agility, he took a piece of the fallen roof and hurled it at them, before taking a defensive stance. " LEAVE HULK! " he screams at them, which echoed about ten times in the abandoned building. " LEAVE HULK ALONE! "
when a gigantic green giant was on the loose, even the far corners of the x-men mansion found out about it, so he would have - eventually, been in the area anyway, but funnily enough, logan had been in the area. taking his bike out for a ride, or ...clearing his head - he wasn't sure exactly which of the two was more accurate. or if it was something else entirely. like trying to visit friends in the city. not that he had a lot of them. sometimes he just ...went. he didn't think too hard on where & why.
not that it mattered why he was here. what really mattered was the noise he heard that had him turn around in the first place. a loud clash, so he'd turned the bike around to track it down. he found the warehouse easily & caught someone's scent inside.
upon stepping inside, he hadn't expected to meet a piece of roof face first, but claws out & with a swift step sideways, he managed to avoid the most of it. a piece of metal hit him in the face, but the wound healed again quick. that was loud. sheesh. logan definitely winced a little, his ears ringing, but he shook it off - if not without a little grunt & growl. "hey there, big guy. wanna tell me what you're doing out here?"
" i see that the no touching rule has been broken already. " bruce says with a sigh, not even looking at them as he makes a beeline to his work station. yes, he knows it's nearly three in the morning. and yes, he knows he is missing sleep. but during this tumultuous time, when the world is yet again in the brink of being destroyed, is he not allowed the luxury of working in peace?
he then gave them a tap on the arm and a raised eyebrow look. " now, be a good boy and get off the table, please? "
claws tucked away for the time being, logan had been looking for a place to sit in this godforsaken place for what had felt like an eternity until he chose to just plant himself on one of the many research tables. maybe, he'd brushed a hand over one of two of ...the things on it, or maybe he hadn't. who could tell? it'd been just him in the lab for a while.
touch to his arm made one of his brows raise, eyes instantly on that hand, but so far ... logan remained, though not without a little huff. "careful with that hand, doc." short pause. a breather for both of them, but mostly him. his pulsepoint raging. "what's all this anyway?"
location: xavier's school for gifted youngsters
open to all @shieldreports
clad in a white tee & tight jeans with a belt buckle that seemed way too big for the width (or lack thereof) of his waist, logan was strolling through the corridor of the school. it was dark outside, but that didn't bother him. he was a light sleeper & often woke to nightmares, which then meant he'd be up for the rest of the night. first target destination: kitchen. soft curse fell from his lips when his eyes were done roaming the fridge. school. "right, no beer." with a soft, frustrated groan, he spun around & headed for one of the cupboards up top to grab a soda.
ugh. why was he here again? he should be out there. or should he? popping the cap, he watched it fly for a short moment before catching it easily & dropping it into the trashcan. he flopped down on the couch, one leg up on the coffee table, the other across above it, boots ...still on, but hey - it was late, who could possible snitch on him? tv remote located, he flipped channels to try & find something worthwhile to pass the time with. keen senses picked up footsteps, quick sniff to see if he recognized the scent. "nothing good ever on tv, huh."
