( oscar isaac. 200+ (appears 42). he/him/his. cis male. ) are you a VIGILANTE? something tells me that cheap beer, pungent cigars, worn out leather make you who you are, JAMES “LOGAN” HOWLETT. with the powers of REGENERATION / RETRACTABLE CLAWS, you’re sure to have a brave, jaded personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to TIRED AS FUCK by THE STAVES on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next! ( @reshieldedintro )
character name: JAMES "LOGAN" HOWLETT
age: 200+ ( he's lost count lbr ), but appears 42
faceclaim: oscar isaac
voiceclaim: oscar isaac
skill set: healing factor ( extremely advanced, logan can survive most anything and does not age, has been at the peak of his physical form for centuries now. don't bring up the times he's died, that's rude. ) , adamantium skeleton , retractable claws, superhuman senses, skilled tracker and martial artist, combat expert
affiliations: x-men, avengers, a bunch of other teams ( he's also lost track of those but he knows he is in many and it's annoying )
family: all x-men except for scott <3
zodiac: that's private, bub.
wiki link: it's a long one.
was your character “blipped” out? if so, what did they return to and how is it affecting them? if not, who important to them was blipped out, and what has it felt like after those five years have passed?
Logan was not blipped out, but he felt it more deeply than he cares to show for the X-Men who actually did. He did consider running when it first happened and leaving it all behind to go on yet another one of his lonesome quests in some remote corners of the planet, but he couldn't do it this time. He stayed with the kids and the other teachers of the Xavier School to help them navigate through these waters. Logan may not be the best teacher around, or even a good role model at any given day, but loss was one thing he knew intimately. If he could help the kids through that, he would.
where are they living? are they living with anyone?
He lives at the Xavier School with the rest of the X-Men. He does have an apartment somewhere in the city (very top secret info that he doesn't divulge because he doesn't want anyone pissing him off when he wants to be alone) but he "officially" lives at the school like the rest of the teachers. Logan teaches combat and runs the absolute worst training drills known to mutants.
why is your character affiliated with who they’re affiliated with?
Logan is a core member of the X-Men, a badge he has always wore for better or worse. He is also a member of the Avengers, albeit a much less active part of that team. He assembles when the situation calls for it, but his priorities will always be the X-Men.
who are their major friends, allies, and foes?
His major friends and allies are the X-Men, more specifically the core group with Ororo, Jean, Bobby, Kurt, Kitty, Hank and all. Needless to say, he holds Charles Xavier to the utmost regard and sees him as a mentor figure despite being much older. Daken and Laura are also right up top for him, and though he doesn't say it outright, he does very much considers them his family and feels responsible for them in a very fraternal manner.
His biggest foe is Scott Summers because Scott is stinky and Slim. But also Sabretooth for the same reasons but mainly being really stinky.
whose hands do they believe the country should be in?
He honestly doesn't give a shit.
what’s their current mental state at? their physical state?
Physically, he's as fine as he's ever been. Ain't no way to get worse. Mentally, he carries every single scar a centuries old mind could bear. Logan lives to atone for his sins, despite not doing it consciously. He doesn't want to be a killing machine, and has a desire to make a difference. He has found a place at the Xavier School and a family within the X-Men, for the first time he feels like he is right where he is supposed to be. Would be a damn shame if it were blown to pieces.
IT’S SAFE TO SAY she’s immune to logan’s general demeanor . it doesn’t bother her . and quite frankly , she fully expects the other mutant’s reaction to her approaching the vacant seat . “ you say that as if you’d invite your friends to join you for a drink , ” betsy quips with a light roll of her eyes . she slides into the seat anyways , disregarding his dismissiveness . the pub’s surprisingly busy and she sure as hell isn’t going to stand around with her drink . “ other than drinking alone , how’re you doing ? ”
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❝ i would. you’d just wouldn’t know. ❞ logan retorts only for the sake of it, because as much as it pained him to admit it, the x-men were his friends. at least, they were as close to it as anything could get. because of that, he doesn’t voice any further protests to betsy taking the seat next to his. ❝ was doin’ better when i got to drink alone. ❞ when he looks at her, it’s with a softened look. almost as if he could be joking. ❝ what about you? this bar’s a dump. why're you here? ❞
“i see that still remains to be one of your favorite responses.” erik isn’t remotely phased by the words, nor any threat that the wolverine may pose to anyone else. that much should, at the very least, be very clear to logan at this point in their lives. without a single effort he could feel the adamantium through the man’s body, as though it were alive and singing out for the master of magnetism to take hold and do as he pleased. it would hardly be the first time erik had done such a thing – or the last, he was sure. that, however, wasn’t what the man had come here for.
he doesn’t wait for a response or a confirmation from logan. he merely takes the seat, settling in as comfortably as one can on a rundown bar stool in a watering hole like this. “i need a favor from you, logan. as much as it pains me to have to come to you of all people.”
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talk about a lack of fucking luck. of all people who could’ve taken up that stool, it just happens to be the one logan likes the least. or one of the select few who consistently remained on his top 5 most hated rank over the last few decades. logan doesn’t deign to answer magneto in any words, only growls in response to his little comment. he wasn’t in the mood for banter. never was, but especially not with him.
logan is mid-sip when he hears erik’s plea, which makes him waggle his eyebrows and almost smile into his glass. he doesn’t, though. the muscles of his cheeks are all too restricted for that. ❝ this oughtta be good. ❞ the wolverine deadpans, looking over at magneto with the least friendly of face. ❝ the fuck do you want? ❞
* CLOSED / PETER PARKER .
[ @greatresponsibility ]
logan didn’t hate spider-man, but he did hate it when it turned out that he had to fight alongside him. he hated it mostly because, at some point, he would be falling off a high fucking place and get inevitably caught by a string of web that would launch him elsewhere. safely, sure, but the constant flying about was among his most loathed things in the world. on the list, it was directly above webs in his uniform.
panting as he lands on the ground, wolverine growls in disapproval at the webhead. ❝ would it kill ya to let me just fuckin' fall for once, kid? i can land on my goddamn feet! ❞ protests the mutant, getting up to his feet with the power of his rage.
something rare had happened with logan since the blip had been undone, and it was the fact that he’d been smiling more. or at least coming closer to it. you wouldn’t have caught that ghost of a smile on wolverine’s lips upon seeing gambit around, but five years of absence had made sure things had changed. ❝ took ya long enough to come back around. ❞ he comments, a hint of teasing to his words. ❝ thought you wouldn’t have made it back for a second. guess whoever snapped their fingers again didn’t really have standards on who should come back or not. ❞ the teasing is much clearer in his words then. ❝ want a beer? ❞
“ so you throw webs. “ wolverine deadpans, chewing on the inside of his cheek while wishing he had a cigar to smoke on. nothing personal against her, it was just the way he felt about most social interactions : he wanted it to be over. “ is there like, a spider-farm where you all get your arms bitten? i’ve lost track of how many spider-people are swingin’ about. “
logan wasn’t the most active of avengers. he was more the type who would come to the team from time to time when the situation was dire, the back-up muscle they sometimes required. he didn’t really boast of his position in the team, nor tried particularly hard to maintain it. but there was one thing he did like about having that convenient avengers i.d and free access to their headquarters: the food.
CUT TO : wolverine in the kitchen, dressed casually in a shirt and sweatpants, enjoying what the cook told him to be a french omelette with extra pepper. he savours the dish, and is having a pretty swell time of it until another avenger walks in. “ tinhead. “ logan greets iron man, acknowledging him with a nod. like he’s there everyday. like he hadn’t basically broken in for some grub.
ye gotta be kiddin’ me, the old man thinks to himself while faced with yet another spider-man. different uniform ( if he cared enough about this stuff, he’d even say this one’s was cooler ) and built, but a webhead was a webhead at the end of the day. logan is already bracing himself for a new wave of irritation to wash over his not so peaceful shores. “ which one are ya? “ asks wolverine, who ironically happened to share his codename with a few people too. “ spider-man the fifth? how many of you even exist? shouldn’t there be a cap for that? “
stone faced and smelling like cheap cigars, logan looks over at the woman who’d gotten too friendly too quickly for his taste. not a single ounce of emotion is betrayed in his expression, only that of irritation –– which he seemed to wear like a second skin. “ you tryna be funny? “ questions the wolverine, who was most definitely not laughing. or even smiling. or vaguely amused. “ yer punchline’s shit. ”
“ yer talkin’ like i should have a lesson plan or somethin’ . “ logan declares too little, too late. words spill from his cursed tongue and his brain catches up to it a second later ; one second too long. fuck. his neutral expression twitches into recognition and dread. “ i’m not makin’ a lesson plan. i’m teachin’ those kids how to survive. it ain’t gonna work if i write down what they’re supposed to expect week to week. “ a good justification, but also he just didn’t wanna do it.
TRUTHFULLY IF MATT WAS BEING honest he really wasn’t much of a heavy drinker, at least socially speaking , he really only went out to drink when he was with foggy or karen. but even than it was just a few drinks here and there. nothing particularly major per say. however tonight seemed to one of those nights where matt just needed a break and what better place to go to than a bar ?? hearing logan’s comment matt just chuckles , ❛ oh come on don’t be like that logan, ❛ despite the other’s clear disinterest he takes the seat anyways. ( matt had never been one to give a fuck really ) ❛ penny for your thoughts ?? you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to , ❜
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logan rolls his eyes emphatically as his wishes are ignored by the other, secretly wondering if matt could sense the air growing denser from the sheer weight of his annoyance. he liked to believe that that was possible. ❝ a dime if you beat it. ❞ he retorts, not bothering to cast the man a glare, instead opting for just drinking his beer quietly. and quiet he remains, very much taking matt’s invitation to not say a damn word if he didn’t want to. see how long the lawyer can keep the silence intact.
Daken stared at Logan, not really knowing what to do with a complete lack of a response. He had walked into this conversation ready for what usually happened; a mixture of threats, violence, barely repressed mommy issues (both sides), and usually a few stabbings (also from both sides). He wasn’t used to indifference. Which meant something had changed in their dynamic without Daken knowing. And even though the ground they stood upon before was rocky, at least Daken knew what was. He paused, facing forward. Daken had gone these last few years without contacting Logan, but that was parr for the course.
Did Logan just consider him a lost cause at this point? Sure Daken was still regularly doing things that probably fell on the wrong side of the law, but that wasn’t anything new. It was Logan’s fault he was like this, so he had no reason to be upset, and giving Daken the cold shoulder.
“I don’t want anything. You’ve made this clear that this isn’t a friendly reunion.” Daken said tightly, still staring straight ahead. “What, are you pissed I went after Romulus without you? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
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he had no idea what was going on inside daken’s mind, but he did not try and search for the answer either. maybe that was the problem, at the end of the day. maybe logan didn’t try hard enough with him. maybe he never really had, despite what the invisible scars that decorated his soul might say.
❝ how have i made that clear? ❞ logan asks, affronted rather than curious. feet tiptoeing the line of irritation, which was so close to the line of anger, which could lead down to the VIOLENCE that was ever present between the two of them. violence he had grown tired of, but continued to find him. ❝ i’m offerin’ ya a drink, not tryna stab you. ❞
was he wiser now? was that what was going on? would that explain why, when he looked at daken and saw all that rage and revolt, he could only see the parts of himself that belonged to another lifetime? logan shakes his head, sighing heavily. the fatigue shows. his shoulders are heavy, weighed down by his burdens. it has nothing to do with his son. ❝ nothin’ to be pissed for. ❞ he concedes, sipping at his beer. ❝ did you find him? ❞ his eyes meet daken’s, revealing the question he really asks: did you find what you were looking for? get what you wanted?
❝ did you blip or go off the grid? ❞ the wolverine asks calmly, tone tranquil enough to make one doubt it was coming from him. there wasn’t so much rage sizzling inside him now ; his condition was more of a dormant ferocity. it only came out when provoked. ELEKTRA could very well be one of the people who did bring it to surface, but she could equally meet him in that peaceful territory. it was the burden of their similarities : they could always go either way, and there was little he could do to predict it before it was too late and said blades were meeting adamantium claws. ❝ i ain’t sayin’ i missed ya, but i did wonder. ❞
