Name: Logan Crest Cree Nicknames: L, Lo, Cree, Crest (only those who know of his connection/position in his past/present “drug” business) Species: Vampire Age: 37 (845) Gender: Male Orientation: Straight (but of course has taken part of threesomes/foursomes/orgies/etc. ;) ) Pronouns: He/him Trigger Warnings: physical abuse, loss of a child, violence
BIO:
Logan’s mother, Elizabeth Darla Cree, had raised him to be a young, handsome, and respectable man. A man who would only ever smile and never said no to lending a hand. Even with the disaster of Logan’s father, the woman had done the absolute best she could.
Cree’s father, Richard Cree, was a drunken fool with zero respect towards woman and much less his own wife and son. It didn’t matter what Logan had tried to do to please his father, it never seemed to be right or enough. The hunger in Logan’s eyes never matched the one his father always seemed to have.
But his mother did her best to shield him from the worst of it. That didn’t, however, mean Logan didn’t hear the hard slaps or beatings his mother received when little Logan was told to go to bed and not worry. This was Logan’s life from a very young age: try to please his father, fail, ordered to his room, beatings from his father to his mother.
Logan had asked one day why his mother and him didn’t just run away together, be free and happy. His mother simply told him that wasn’t the way of things. And instead, she showed her son the skills required to become the best mixologist there was. But those weren’t the only skills and qualities the mother had passed on to her only son. Kindness, patience, and a strong moral compass were the characteristics that made Logan the man he was today-sometimes.
It was at the age of 11 that the only Cree son had enough of his fathers abusiveness towards his mother. He was sick and tired of seeing his mother barley managing to climb out of bed the next morning or having to stay indoors for weeks until the bruising faded. Logan was done standing behind his mother. That evening, his father arrived late at night drunk as usual and looking for the first person with human skin to beat on-his eyes landed on his own child, a child who held the same facial features as he did but with blue eyes like his mother.
Elizabeth had done her best to try and stop her husbands fists connecting with Logan’s face, but the woman was small and no match for her ogre husband. The next morning, Logan had barley managed to open his eyes and move from his broken ribs and arm; his mother fared no better. This had been the first and last time Logan had stepped in to save his mother from any physical abuse-for it appeared his mother had suffered much worse then any of the other times. It was only when Logan had found his mother crying two days later that he had learned she lost her 12 week old child during Richard’s beating. If Richard knew about the child, he made no knowledge of it and continued his drunken and beating ways.
Guilt is not something any child should feel at such a young age; yet Logan Cree felt it all. The son grew up rather quickly after that-forgetting his days in the sun or playing with the children in the village. Instead, he waited patiently in his mothers room with hot tea, clean bandages, and any medical equipment (that his mother had kept hidden to patch herself up) after Elizabeth had endured any beatings. Logan was always there to provide support and hold her as they both cried themselves to sleep.
Years passed and Logan continued to grow into a handsome and respectable man in the village. Never did his smile falter. The human had become rather skilled at playing two faces: one inside his household with his mother and the other to the public who turned a blind eye towards his father’s actions and did nothing to help. As Logan got older, Richard’s visits to their house grew less and less, forcing Logan to always look for work to help his mother and him keep surviving.
And so the years continued to pass until finally, Richard Cree was no more. Logan and Elizabeth had felt a huge weight lift off their shoulders after hearing the news; neither one of them had cared for how the man had died. They didn’t care that his body had been found without an ounce a blood or that each of his bones in his spine were broken. No. None of that mattered to Logan and his mother.
Finally, Logan had whispered.
And so they lived. Both of them laughed and enjoyed the little things life had to offer; his mother had opened up a shop which sold special drinks for both medical purposes and to make all worries disappear for a little while. Logan at this time had also grown as skilled if not better than his mother. One day, his skills were put to the task when a beautiful woman walked in and asked for something to “lift her off her feet.” Logan couldn’t help but blush and please the woman with a drink he hoped was to her liking. But the woman hadn’t just come in for a drink.
And so the courting began.
Both we very happy in each other’s company. Both complimented one another. Elizabeth loved Logan’s girl-and she indeed was Logan’s girl. It wasn’t long before the whole village knew the two would end up together. Wedding bells were predicted to be right around the corner. And Logan’s proposal, as romantic as one would have ever want, was only days away.
Until his 37th birthday.
On that evening of his birthday, Logan came across a woman who would change his life forever.....and not in a good way. The woman, who had gone by the name of Lucinda at the time, had become Logan’s Maker. Like all Makers, she could command Logan to do whatever her heart desired. This left Logan without control or a voice of his own.
Events after that seemed to all be a blur for Logan. Logan would have been the worst vampire a supernatural world could offer if it hadn’t been for Lucinda. The man had been kept isolated and had missed both his mother’s and his soon-to-be-fiancé’s death and several important memories after that. Both Logan and Lucinda had left that village for several years traveling around the world doing a number of...well lets just say they kept busy. A lot happened during those years of Logan’s introduction to the supernatural world-and none of them were pleasant times.
Lucinda was nothing but a beautiful monster. Her trainings were in no way enjoyable. The freedom that Logan once had was nonexistent now. His emotions were no longer necessary or allowed. Logan was turned into another man completely. With time, he was no longer the same warm hearted and noble man. No-instead the vampire had grown colder, bolder, more manipulative, confident, and still charming with his words. Yet deep down, Logan’s moral compass still remained intact. But under Lucinda’s hold, the man was forced to push any and all good intentions down. (More coming later on Lucinda&Logan ;) )
Lucinda had her reasons for bringing Logan Cree into her world-of course all of her reasons were selfish ones. She introduced Cree to several different organizations and people/creatures to keep in contact with-one which was the drug and blood bag trafficking world-and had forced different positions onto him. During those years and around those people, Logan went by the name of Crest. Did he have a choice in following these orders or being around such creatures in these endeavors? No. He hadn’t.
When Lucinda’s death came, it had been the most painful and crushed emotion Logan had ever felt. To say the vampire wanted to be free of Lucinda’s hold would have been an understatement. But due to his emotional bond with the woman, it didn’t feel pleasant one bit when the bond shattered. After her death, Logan moved from place to place, never able to stay in one location for too long; and if the vampire did stay somewhere, he constantly left and came back-just like he has with Calamity.
HEADCANONS
During those times his father abused him and Elizabeth, Logan learned to rely on himself and only himself because those in the village did nothing to help his mother or him.
Logan doesn’t involve himself into situations where he can’t find a way out of them or that don’t benefit him in some way.
Logan is indeed an “old soul.” He has loved several people during his years but has done his best to not get involved or attached for several reasons. Main reason is: he doesn’t want others to use those he cares about against him.
Logan does his best to keep friends in all species.
Logan actually does want to help humans survive and doesn't believe in several things the vampires in Calamity do. He has done his best to offer or “claim” feeders as his own and offers them to stay in one of his places that he owns. He does this slowly and not often though to not rise suspicions with the other vampires around him. He has yet to find a way to get the “mark” off of them though.
Logan also wants to help the humans that are under the demon’s control. So, he’s always planning different ways to help them out.
Logan has been in and out of the “drug/blood bag” business for some time. Him disappearing for years could be due to that since he’s the one needing to get all the details and transactions in order. [This business is not like others: the blood bags are not filled with human blood but instead blood from other creatures. Or human blood that is mixed with other drugs to make vampires have “high” experiences. (More on this later in future self paras/facts about Logan’s past.)
PHYSICAL ASPECTS
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: blue
Skin: fair/light
Piercings: ear
Tattoos/Scars: TBD/ several scars on his back due to fathers beatings
TRAITS
Positive: fair & confident
Negative: impulsive & crafty
RANDOM
Talents: mixologist, pianist, guitar player
Favorite Weapon: Hands, fangs
Likes: planning, dealing in secrets
Smokes: Yes
Drinks: Yes
Drugs: Yes
