☆ FULL NAME: Logan Oliver Motta
☆ GENDER: Cisman
☆ PRONOUNS: He/Him
☆ AGE: 35 (September 30th, 1988)
☆ BIRTH ORDER: First
☆ TYPE: Adopted sibling; solo
☆ HOMETOWN: Nags Head, North Carolina
☆ JOB: Firefighter EMT; part-time Fire Science and Paramedic Studies Professor at PSU
☆ SEXUALITY: Closeted Homosexual
☆ FACECLAIM: John Krasinski
(tw: war related violence)
Logan, adopted in his infancy, is the eldest of the Motta siblings and it’s the role he was born to play. He was an only child for a couple of years, but quickly flourished as a big brother the second his twin siblings were brought home. Logan was a happy and fairly popular kid during his childhood, forever playing the role of protector for his younger siblings, but also never missing an opportunity to tease them and pull the occasional prank. He was something of a jock, playing both hockey and basketball in middle and high school thanks to both his height and natural athleticism, but he also learnt to play the guitar and liked to bake, seen as something of a gentle giant amongst his peers.
When his mom abandoned them, Logan found himself with a lot of anger. He’d tried to help her when she started to spiral initially, to console in her grief over losing their grandmother, but when Stacey took off, it left Logan feeling like he hadn’t done enough to get her to stay and keep his family together. He started getting into fights at school, became sullen and withdrawn, and had, in a fit of anguish and rage at the whole situation, smashed the guitar that his mom had bought him for his thirteenth birthday into smithereens. It was his dad that found him sat on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest, sobbing into his hands and surrounded by the remains of his guitar, and he’d said nothing, instead pulling Logan into his arms and hugging him tightly until he finally stopped crying.
The move to LA was a massive culture shock for Logan, and he became even more protective of his siblings as they suddenly found themselves (despite Al’s best efforts) bombarded by paparazzi and the general public too. Logan also got a lot of therapy to deal with his mom’s abandonment (and a new guitar courtesy of his dad who joked that next time he got mad he should try smashing something a little less expensive to replace), and by the time his high school graduation rolled around he was in a much better place mentally than he once was. Despite his respectable B+ average, Logan really wasn’t interested in academics so rather than heading to college, he looked for an alternative, and settled for joining the army.
Logan became a Ranger, and while being away from his family was a little tough, he took comfort in the fact that his dad was proud of him because really that’s all he’d ever wanted out of life. His first tour of duty was largely uneventful, but towards the end of his second Logan’s company hit an IED in their vehicle and the aftermath was disastrous. Logan lost all but one of the members of his team, took a huge blast and chunk of shrapnel to his left side that sliced through his Kevlar vest like a hot knife through butter, and left him with some pretty gnarly scars. But his injuries were the least of his concern in the moment as he crawled across the sand towards where his friend lay bleeding out, his leg blown clean off, knowing that if he didn’t act quickly he’d lose a hell of a lot more than a limb. Logan managed to fashion a torniquet and did indeed save his friends life, returning home as a hero even if he didn’t feel like it.
He accepted an honourable discharge after six months of recovery and intense physio, having no desire to put himself in the line of fire like that again. He wanted a quieter life for a little while, or at least lower stress, and while it was nice to be back with his family again, LA was entirely too busy and loud for him when all he wanted was a little peace and quiet. After feeling a little listless and lacking in direction now that he was home too, Logan decided to take up an army buddies offer to stay with him for a while in Connecticut. It was far removed from the high stress environment of a warzone and the glitz and glamour of LA, practically suburbia, and while initially bored, Logan found himself landing a job as a 911 dispatcher. It was initially supposed to just be a placeholder job, something for him to do while he figured out what he wanted to do next, it turned out that it was actually something he was quite interested in and passionate about.
He still felt uneasy though, and while he knew some of that was the PTSD he was starting to acknowledge and get help with, it was also partly down to the fact that sitting back and letting someone else do the rescuing didn’t sit right with him. So, he enrolled in the fire academy and took a paramedic course, becoming a firefighter EMT in the space of eighteen months. It was the nearest he came to his army days, and Logan found there was a similar comradery in being a firefighter as there was in being a soldier.
It was on his first run as a fully qualified firefighter EMT that Logan finds himself at the residence of a young woman who was not, in fact, trapped in a burning building or seriously hurt, but is instead a flustered and irritated woman who burnt her toast and couldn’t reach the smoke alarm to silence it. The woman was one Penny Sylvester, and before he left her home he made sure that he gave her his number just in case there was anything else that she couldn’t reach and needed a hand with. They started seeing each other almost immediately, and Logan found that not only was Penny objectively incredibly attractive, she was also sweet and funny, and seemed to understand him in a way that no-one else had ever seemed to no matter how hard they tried. She wasn’t just his girlfriend, she was his best friend too, and maybe that was why he proposed to her in less than a year. They were happy, blissfully so, Logan finding himself with everything that he’d ever wanted: a job that he loved and was passionate about, a wife that he adored, and the promise of a bright and wonderful future in front of him where he’d do everything that he could to be a better partner (and hopefully one day, parent) than his mother ever had been.
Moving back to LA with his wife wasn’t the easiest decision, he loved his company in Connecticut, but knowing he’d be back around his family again helped the transition, as did living with his best friend. Logan settled in easily in his new firehouse, but rather than spend a hundred percent of his time out in the field (mostly in attempt to ease Penny’s anxiety over his job) he decided that teaching Fire Science and Paramedic Studies at PSU would be a great way of giving back to the community and inspiring the next generation of firefighters. But it was in LA that cracks started to show in his relationship with Penny.
You see, Logan had been pushing down a lot of emotions and feelings for a very long time now. He couldn’t put his finger on it for the longest time but there was something… off about him. Sure, perhaps the biggest bone of contention between him and Penny was the fact that he really wanted to be a dad but she seemed to not have any interest in being a mom, but there was almost something about being with her that felt… wrong. Like he was lying to her, to himself every time he kissed her cheek or told her that she was the hottest woman he’d ever met. Penny was objectively incredibly attractive and sexy, and yet Logan didn’t feel that way about her anymore… not that he’d ever admit that out loud.
Still, life in LA wasn’t that bad, and Penny had placated his paternal urges by letting him get their beagle Zoë, so things were pretty good right now. Logan still bakes, still plays guitar, he surfs and plays volleyball, unable to admit that he fills his time with activities and chores to make sure he doesn’t stop long enough to think in any great amount of detail about how messed up his marriage has become. After all, he’s the eldest of his siblings, he’s the one that’s supposed to be leading by example and showing his siblings the right way to do things, and the right way to do things is wife, 2.5 kids, a dog, and a picket fence. Anything less than that would be letting all of them down.
Al is a famous director who, for the most part, tried to keep his children out of the public eye. Stacy and Al decided before having children that they’d want to protect them from the headaches of Hollywood and raised them at their private home in Georgia. They were a happy family to start, but when Stacy’s mother passed away, she slipped into a depression and then from there her mental health declined rapidly, causing her to behave erratically and eventually leaving Al and their children and starting a whole new family. She cut her former children and husband off and they have not seen or spoken to her since. After she left, Al had no real choice other than to move all of the kids to LA so he could work and parent them, which resulted in them being thrust into the limelight, no matter how much Al wished he could continue to shield them.
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