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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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Caesar and the MC should be Best Friends - Hear me out

This sounds really strange at first to hear. But the game did a terrible job of summarizing the story and showing the characters. The MC should be Best Friends with Caesar, check out why, below the cut.

Act One: The Premise (The MC will be referred to as Female because my character is female and I’m too lazy)

The MC has been trained to fight and use her abilities since she was a child. She’s been competing against others for the privilege of being the best as well. By the time she’s arrived at Cassell, she’s seen horrors that not even the Cassell Trio can boast of seeing.

Caesar in the meantime is planning his wedding. But Nono is AWOL. He’s getting no feedback from her and it leaves him just shooting in the dark for what ‘sounds cool’ For all of Caesar’s big talk, he realizes that he’s not really reaching Nono’s heart and he’s feeling a bit lost.

In the game: You save Nono in the game.

Why you would grow closer to Caesar: This is not easily reconcilable with the novel’s opening scenes, so if we stretch and pretend you arrive before Nono goes on her Walkabout, that would make one HECK of an impression on Caesar. He would have seen immediately that you are a step far above Luminous. Being a self-described ‘maniac’ he would not have been shy about approaching you and telling you you’re 10x what Luminous is.

Caesar is mischaracterized in the game to a great extent. While his misogynstic leanings and need to be ‘tHe LeADer’ is played up probably for laughs, he’s not that over the top. Here’s how he’s portrayed in the Novel.

Anjou put the two of them (Caesar and Chu Zihang) together and actually wanted them to sincerely cooperate? The move was similar to keeping lions and tigers in a cage, with Lu Mingfei stuffed between them like an innocent red panda. But Caesar decided to do his best, because this time he is the team leader. The success or failure of the task related to his honor, and for honor, he can bear anything. Along the way, he repeatedly warned himself to be generous, to have a leadership style, to be a corporal... Take Chu Zihang as a corporal to "victory", Caesar's heart is much more comfortable. This time he is immersed in the pink mood of preparing for the wedding, and he is feeling very charitable, even to Chu Zihang this serial killer looks more appealing.

There’s no way Caesar would ignore you as the MC. You would be of utmost interest to him. Far more interesting than Chu Zihang and Luminous. He takes responsibility for you as part of the team, he owes you one for Nono, and wants to see you succeed, probably more than anyone else there.

Act 2: Your arrival in Japan

The game skips the whole opening sequence introducing you to Chisei and Sakura. In the novel, those fancy Kimonos were given to you by Anjou and yes they all come with umbrellas. The whole scene is supposed to be funny. Chisei is mistaken for a tour guide, Lu Mingfei compliments Chisei’s Chinese in his own broken Japanese and fantasizes about cute maid cafes, Chu Zihang freaks Chisei out with his golden eyes by accident. So I imagine the MC stumbling and falling trying to walk in Geta.

But things get serious when the police show up and you realize that you’ve entered the country illegally and are now about to get arrested. The MC might voice that this make sense “Because I don’t have a passport or any identity. There was no way I’d ever get into the country.”

After Chisei loses the police, you’re taken to your rooms to stay for the night.

I wrote a little piece about this ‘here’

Why the MC and Caesar would grow closer: At the end of this scene, Caesar is completely isolated, drinking in his room and texting a silent Nono. This scene would change with you as the MC there. This would turn into an opportunity for you to bond. Perhaps you would notice him texting, talking about his love of Nono. You could touch on your past with him for the first time, or not, depending. He’d probably say something enthusiastically fiery and confidence building. He wants you to trust him and trust in yourself. For all his flaws, Caesar is very LIKEABLE and easy to understand. You don’t get into positions of power like his without some level of Charisma.

Act 3: The Mission Details

In the Game: This whole scene goes missing.

In the Novel: You take a whirlwind tour of Genji Heavy Industries. It’s an engineering marvel that is practically embedded in the central infrastructure of Tokyo (The building is seriously impossible and amazing but that’s for a nother post.).

You sit down with Masamune for tea. Immediately, something jumps out at Caesar.

“Are you Japanese?” Caesar gave Masamune Tachibana an examining look..

"I'm only half Japanese and the other half Russian." Tachibana said.

Caesar frowned, which made him think of the soviet icebreaker Lenin involuntarily.

"I've been in Japan for many years, and a lot of people don't see that I'm half Russian, Mr. Gattuso.” Tachibana said, inquiringly.

"Accents, your accents have Slavic characteristics, and you'll distinguish between hard and soft consonants, which are typical Russian pronunciations." Caesar said, "You're not just Of Russian Descent, You've Lived In Russia."

This is Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang have no say in the matter since their two mother tongues are Chinese. But Caesar was aware when he heard the first words of Tachibana Masamune. He grew up as a different kind of man who could speak English, French and Spanish fluently in addition to Italian, and he could tell the language characteristics of every language spoken in Europe.

Even the wind demon villain Lang and yuan child in this seat are showing a surprised expression, it is clear that other owners do not know this matter.

Why this would bring you closer to Caesar: Not only would you pick up on the exact same thing, but he would speak with the same Russian accent as the MC. Languages are regional, Russia is a HUGE FREAKING COUNTRY. It would be no mistake that the Russian accent - Tachibana’s Russian accent - would match the MCs regional one. Depending on how much your MC would have told Caesar, Caesar would have picked up a whole lot. Why you were awakened now, why you were sent on this mission... but that’s not even all!!

Later on, Chisei shows up after Tachibana leaves. He’s given you more information on the Lenin and why its sinking seems suspicious. But then he says this.

"Yes, the Lenin passed through the nameless port of northern Siberia, took a precious dragon embryo, and the port was destroyed in a fire. No one knows where the embryo is going to be shipped, the final destination may be Japan, or it may just pass by, but apparently it failed to reach its destination and the dragon embryo fell into the depths of the trench. Embryos have been hatching slowly over the years, but we haven't been aware of them. ”

Now depending on how much your MC might tell Caesar at this point he may or may not notice more parallels between the story of the Lenin and your story. You’re a hybrid, from Siberia who survived not just a fire but a bombs and getting shot. Heck imagine being the MC listening to this and realizing that this mission is intimately connected with you. In the game this happens way late, but in the novel it’s right at the start!

Why this would bring you closer to Caesar: At this point none of this would have been shared between any of the others. This is something only Caesar and you would know, shared knowlege that would likely mentally bond you two as allies.

The next scene is just more obvious bonding time. They all discuss likes and dislikes, their personal goals, dreams, loves, and ideals. The MC would still have Caesars favor but Caesar would fall more and more for Chisei’s charms. He’s bored and wants to see some ‘real gangster’ stuff. So Chisei obliges and takes Caesar to an operation between two rival gangs fighting over turf.

This would be the first time you’ve seen Caesar actually get serious for once intimidating some gangsters in a comic store. But after that’s all over, he immediately gets interested in the comics. This is very important to note that Caesar is rarely serious about anything. And if he is it doesn’t last long. He tells a long story about wanting a PS2, staying up all night to play Star Ocean when the housekeeper smashed his console. So he purchased 200 consoles, gave the housekeeper an axe and every time he smashed a console he replaced it immediately and kept playing. Finally, they let him play video games 2hours a day after his riding lessons.

This is important. Caesar is pushy and insistent and confident because he HAS to be to be himself and defy his family. This is is something even Chu Zihang can respect and he makes up with Caesar after, realizing that Caesar’s way towards him wasn’t personal, good or bad, he’s always acting out towards his family.

With you, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang closer than ever, it’s time to actually go on the Mission. So lets recap: Caesar the Leader has pulled the team together, taken you off on entertainment, on adventures, and now just now, on the way to the mission. cooked for everyone while speedreading the the instruction manual for the Lenin.

Why would this bring the MC closer to Caesar? Uh, maybe because he seems pretty freakin’ competent? Almost effortlessly so? As Chu Zihang so succintly puts it: “Sometimes I admire Caesar. Whenever and wherever there are goals, he’s rarely afraid and never discouraged. In a group of people he will always be the one who inspires fighting spirit. People can choose how they live, Caesar is the kind of man who asks himself to live like a hero." The MC who has never felt so helpless in her life, could have easily been inspired by Caesar. That maybe she CAN get back to the Lenin, figure out who killed her friends and give him exactly what he deserves.

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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Slasher OC: Decebal Avram Chirilă

Full Name: Decebal Avram Chirilă

Nickname(s): Dacia, Dece, The Impaler, Vladislav, Tiger, Lynx, Dracula, Casanova

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Nationality: Romanian

Place of Birth: Bucharest, Romania

Current Location: Travels from country to country

Occupation: Former Romanian Soldier; Now Hitman

Languages: Romanian, English, German, French, Italian, Hungarian, Russian, Turkish

Appearance:

Height: 6'8

Weight: 240lbs

Body Type: Middle Bulky and Atheltic

Skin Color: Warm Beige

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Short on the sides and longer on top, wavy

Eye Color: Pale Grey, almost white, giving the impression he is blind

Face Claim: Stephen James

Clothing: He opts for comfortable clothing mostly because of his job as a hitman and because he is always on the run. He mostly goes with black T-shirts or shirts, a khaki army coat with many pockets, along with camo army pants again with many pockets and black combat boots. He has a long black scarf with the colors of the Romanian flag trimmed along that belonged to his father.

Other features: He has many scars on his broad back and down his arms; his back's scars are covered by tattoos of an eagle and a grim reaper with two swords in an X shape. His has full sleeve tattoos down his arms, picturing all kind of nature scenarios from his country, mountains and wild animals and AK-47's on each forearm. His neck, chest and legs are also covered by tattoos along with his hands. This guy is all inked up. He also has a silver earing on his right ear. He also wears an eyepatch that is covering his scarred eye that he got from a fight with his brother Alexander, the scar mimiking the ones Alexander has, coming from his eyebrow down his eye and over his cheek.

Weapons: Twin Swords, Twin Guns, and throwing knives.

Power/Skills:

Murderous expertise

Brute strength

Skilled usage of weaponry

Skill in hand-to-hand combat

Knifesmanship

Swordsmanship

Multilingual

Cunning Nature

Charisma

Driving expertise

Ruthlessness

Fearlessness

Manipulation

Marksmanship

Master tactician and strategist

Stealth mastery

Symbols: Here is the link to Decebal's symbols

History/Bio:

Decebal was named after a Romanian king by his parents, father Apostol Chirilă, and his mother, Maria Stratulat of Moldovic heritage. They were a poor family that lived in Bucharest during the communist times, a hard period for them. Decebal's father, Apostol was one of the rebels that were against this form of a system of social organization in which all property is owned by the community and each person contributes and receives according to their ability and needs.

Because of this Apostol and Maria, along with their three years old son, Decebal, were dragged into the communistic jails where they were tortured in all kinds of ways from whipping to starvation to being chained into coldness.

Decebal tried to protect his parents even though he was a small child and the army warden that took care of the horrific jails was surprised by the child's braveness and he took him away from his parents, not before forcing him to watch how his parents were killed brutally.

During the rest of his childhood and teenage years, Decebal spent most of his life in the dark underground jail, training with the soldiers, doing hard work. Despite that, the warden thought Decebal about all kinds of languages, cultures, and history.

'Just because you're a stray dog that doesn't mean you cannot learn to bark and bite.'

In his late teenage years as he grew into an adult man, he got more to the light outside, following the warden wherever he went and did was his so-called 'father' figure did; smoke, drink and got laid with all the ladies.

The warden's words during a drunken late-night:

'You know boy, you will do something big, much bigger than you can imagine. I saw how all these sluts looked at you... You make them fall into your arms like they are desperate whores.'

'Use everything you got; charms, brains, muscles. In this world, there are the ones that walk every inch of the ground as they own it and the ones that follow, all chained. Tell me, boy... Which one you are?'

One of the greatest abilities that Decebal earned during years in the darkness was that he got so used to it that now as an adult, he sees perfectly into the darkness, just like cats do.

Some people called Decebal 'Lynx'; the moniker originates from the fact that Lynx has exceptional night vision, remarkable hearing, and incredible instincts. The spiritual lesson Lynx carries to you is a reminder to partake of quiet observance, remembering there’s more to the world than what’s accessible through the physical eyes and ears alone.

After communism fell down in Romania, Decebal still maintained the attitude he grew up around; being sadistic, cold, and cruel. People weren't too fond of his attitude; his habits including fighting and torturing people that opposed him, getting laid with other men's wives, strolling down the streets like he owned everything.

He disappeared from Romania when there was a reward on his head to be finally executed. The Romanian army was hot on his trail, turning against him, but he simply vanished.

He strolls from country to country, not having a definitive home and working as a rogue hitman to earn money and to survive.

After a brutal fight between him and his twin little brother, Alexander; the two brothers which resulted in both of them almost dead, they get on an agreement of peace between them, with the help of their third part, their little sister Nadia.

Family: His little brother Alexander Chirilă and his little sister Nadia Nikolina Chirilă

His favorite killing style:

He prefers a kill that will put on a good show, he will shot his victims in both their knees, then he will dismember them with his sharp twin swords.

Personality:

Decebal has two paths of personality; the civilian one and the hitman one, that sometimes cross path depending on the situation at hand. In hi day to day life, he is a charming, handsome man, confident and sure of himself, but also having a modesty edge, just to draw people in closer, because he loves the attention, having a God-like complex.

Despite his childhood, he is a very educated man that speaks many languages, sometimes taking people by surprise, he can even put on fake accents. He also has vast knowledge about other countries history, mostly because that's what his 'father-figure' talked a lot about.

He is a flirt, he simply adores to make women swon by his charming looks and mysterious persona wherever he goes, people always wondering from where he comes. He knows how to sweet-talk people, being extremly manipulative. His looks; big and strong, in his eyes a flaming white glow.

You will rarely see Decebal without his charming smile or dark smirk that makes the ladies sigh and faint. He always puts on a winning attitude, knowing for creating many divorces along his travelings.

Here goes his saying: 'If the female raised her tail, who I am to deny.'

He has a romantic side, after all he does speaks the romance languages, but it's highly influenced his his Casanova attitude.

He is blunt; this man will tell if you're damn gorgeous or if you're down-right ugly or stupid. He has no problem putting his opinions straight on the table.

His favorite drink: Țuică- is a traditional Romanian spirit that contains ~ 24–65% alcohol by volume (usually 40–55%), prepared only from plums.

His favorite food: Sarma is a dish of vine, cabbage, monk's rhubarb, kale or chard leaves rolled around a filling of grains, like bulgur or rice, minced meat, or both. It is found in the cuisines of the former Ottoman Empire from the Middle East to Southeastern Europe.

His scent: Decebal's scent could be described as a 'game of seduction' with an "exciting rush" of citrus and cool spice top notes. Pungent bergamot "bites" with freshness, revived by cardamom and lavender. Caviar gives a provocative and erotic touch “like a trickle of sweat on a man’s chiseled body.” Masculine and rough notes of tobacco and orris root facilitate the heat of the composition. He has that scent that could be described as smoky confidence irresistible to women.

Other Characteristics:

He is a very good dancer, especially traditional ones and he also knows singing. Attending important parties with his 'father-figure' he learned from the women how to dance and sing. The women basically made him such a charismatic man.

He is a heavy drinker and holds his alcohol like it's water; his moldovic genes showing off.

He is more of a night person that a day one, mostly because of his very good nocturnal sight.

He is pretty much an Outlaw.

His accent sounds like italian, latin, but with a little bit of russian or another slavic accent. (That's how a Austrian woman described his accent one night)

He is a master at Poker. Another way he earns a lot of money is through poker and plus, he is a master cheater. FUN FACT HERE: He won a man's wife through poker for one night.

He is a sword swallower, bonus he has no gag reflex.

He also loves to smoke from his pipe.

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There lived a certain man in Romania long ago

He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow

Most people look at him with terror and with fear

But to Bucharest chicks he was such a lovely dear

He could preach the Bible like a preacher

Full of ecstasy and fire

But he also was the kind of teacher

Women would desire

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the ROMANIAN queen

There was a cat that really was gone

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Romanian land and never mind the Tsar

But the kazachok he danced really wunderbar

In all affairs of state he was the man to please

But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze

For the queen he was no wheeler dealer

Though she'd heard the things he'd done

She believed he was a holy healer

Who would heal her son

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

There was a cat that really was gone

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

It was a shame how he carried on

(This is an interpretation of the song ‘Rasputin’ by Boney M, mostly because the song inspired me into creating him)

For power became known to more and more people

The demands to do something about this outrageous

Man became louder and louder

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies

But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"

No doubt this Decebal had lots of hidden charms

Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms

Then one night some men of higher standing

Set a trap, they're not to blame

"Come to visit us" they kept demanding

And he really came

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

They put some poison into his țuică

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

He drank it all and said "I feel fine"

DE DE DECEBAL

Lover of the Romanian queen

They didn't quit, they wanted his head

DE DE DECEBAL

Romania's greatest love machine

[Spoken:] Oh, those Romanians...

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But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger

#Decebal Avram Chirila #Slasher OC #Romanian OC #Original characters #Hitman #Outlaw

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accursedkaleeshi · 3 years

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Blys’aan’s Bio (Wife #7)

TL:DR 2 Members of the Izvoshra bully Grievous into another marriage to the captain of imports of the largest trade organization on Kalee. Blys’aan was successful PR for them & was an angel with a soup ladle. Died 27 BBY due to scarcity of medical resources.

Part 1: Meeting I wrote over 1000 words, there’s a lot of dialogue, its like a lazy fanfic.

Part 2: About Her

First of all, I finally gave Western Wuja Bandit Izvoshra a name. It is Dakaliidae, as Western male names tend to be a ton syllables. Yes his name is Doc Holliday: it’s funny & topical, fight me about it. Anyway, I told you this because he is instrumental in meeting Blys’aan.

So, whilst Grievous was doing Ked’jat (the crackhead friend, if you’ll recall) a solid by meeting his aristocratic family, Ked’jat & Dakaliidae got together to try & be responsible members of society by helping Grievous out. They got him an audience with the council of the largest native trading organization on planet, aptly called Hakaleel. This surprised Grievous because Ked’jat & Daka were literally the two least law-abiding Kaleesh he knew. They must have been on their best behavior to get a meeting with an esteemed legitimate business council. He was not without his suspicions.

Hakaleel was already well aware of the planetary embargoes they were facing. Their High Trade Chief, Yaitee (ee-eye-tee) was present at the meeting Grievous had at the capital with Bryaru’s father. So, the Hakaleel trade council was pretty much in various states of the stages of grief. Hakaleel had an excellent local reputation; Kaleeshi people were not keen on material greed as a trait. The trade council were legitimately thinking of the economic impact on the people. The fact that they were themselves facing down poverty was just a bonus.

Yaitee, in a delicate manner, admits to being almost completely locked out of all nearby extraplanetary trade routes by Republic ban on official registered vessels in their system’s airspace & exorbitant fees otherwise in a currency they scarcely even had any access to. They had been combing over the documentations the Republic was gracious enough to provide them & came to much the same conclusion. There wasn’t anything they could legally do about it. After this admission there was a long heavy pause after which Grievous replied, “What about illegally?”

He had known Yaitee to be a very keen & straight-laced man. He could see his lips purse beneath the edges of his mask. Desperation does much to test a person’s image of themselves. Yaitee said, “Let us see what input our Captain of Imports has on the matter.” Grievous could almost feel the energy of Ked’jat & Daka doing their best to maintain their composure. Yaitee & his scribe led the three of them down to their spaceport. It was not on the scale of anything in the core worlds by any means but it used to be quite busy just a year before. The fact that Grievous had expanded his crusade against the Huk to the neighboring systems actually did a lot to improve relations & they had seen more traffic than usual despite the Yam’rii.

Now it was very quiet. In what looked to be a sort of central gate there was a stocky, medium height Kaleesh woman of day gecko colors standing in front of an equally colorful display of spices. She was looking forlornly at an old datapad from behind her hunt veil before Yaitee introduced her as Captain Blys’aan of Hakaleel Imports.

Grievous was like, “I hate to ask, Captain Blys’aan, but how are things.”

To which Blys’aan, in this warm mix of Caribbean & local Slavic space-adjacent accents, replied, “BOY lemme tell you. Is grim! So grim! Precious few of our off vendors want to pay the fees for reaching us out here on the edge of wild space & not ONE of them are willing to defy the Republic openly. Can’t blame most of them. We can’t afford to regularly offset the fees with oh- anything on our planet.”

Grievous was just like, “Yeah I thought as much.”

“Does the Great Khaganate General Grievous have any enlightenment for us today?” Blys’aan asked sarcastically. Not because she didn’t respect him, but because the situation was that dire.

Grievous deadpan replies, “How do you feel about pirates.”

“Oooh boi, I knew I was going to like you. Guess what, I already have a few in contact,” Blys’aan reacted very excited.

Yaitee was like, “Blys’aan what the fuck.”

But she just lays it out like, “Lissen Yaitee, sweetie, da core worlds want civilized societies. But when we try to advance? No. We should have done that already. We don’ warrant de resources.”

“Yaitee, you hire some tough sons to protect my inventory managers & you deal wit dese pirates. T’ings have to change with or witout us. You are best on Kalee at wheelin & dealin. If anybody try to throw us down river? De General will kill them. Won’t you, big boy?” She tapped his chest with the back of her hand like she was indicating quality stock.

With absolutely zero hesitation Grievous goes, “Yeah, I will. The Republic is not a popular as they like to think. You will find people willing to work.”

Blys’aan says, “I t’ink I’m gonna step down. Hakaleel doesn’t need my brand o customer service anymore. Everytin gonna work out. Or maybe no. I hope I get myself a husband before I get killed by pirates…”

It was at this point the Ked’jat & Dakaliidae can no longer contain themselves & go full gremlin mode. “Grievous is taking wives.” Ked’jat says. “Yeah, he is available.” Daka follows.

Grievous is just like, “I’m- I literally have- you just set me up with your sister-”

Blys’aan again gets very jubilant. “Oooh. You have a hard limit on that number? My pedigree maybe not so shiny as others but I can cook better than your hearth mothers, I bet this.”

Daka interjects, “Also. you came down here to denounce legally binding documents from the Grand Army of the Republic & she was already one step ahead of you.”

“That is true. I am impressed,” Grievous admired only to immediately regret it when Ked’jat says to her, “Oho, hear that? He’s impressed, bima-” Grievous is just stone faced wondering what is wrong with these two.

“Or. I could stay in my position & be killed by pirates,” Blys’aan says with a very overexaggerated sigh.

Daka grabs one of Grievous’s shoulders, really pouring it on thick like, “Ah, General, what if she is killed by pirates? So sad.”

Blys’aan gives Grievous big sad green puppy dog eyes. There is half a minute of silence.

“Very well, you can accompany me home & we’ll see how it goes,” Grievous relents. Ked’jat is like furiously giving her a thumbs up from behind Grievous, mouthing dumb shit like, “Girl that means yes!”

#blys'aan #about his family #I had fun & that's what matters

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animaopen · 5 years

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logan facts™ that i’m going to add to over time

— swears a lot. she’s grown, she can do what she wants.

— loves to take risks (just about lives on them) but only under her terms. control is important to her.

— likes to understand how things work, and likes to fix things, tinker around. can’t say for sure if this also applies to people.

— very self-contained, doesn’t like depending on others.

— pattern fixation. when she gets tired, she focuses on rhythms, made by her, by someone else, whatever. tapping or humming or ticking. anything with a beat blanks her out, and then suddenly it’s been ten minutes.

— talks to inanimate objects. don’t ask her about it.

— curls into a tight little ball to sleep, one hand under her pillow, heavy on her gun. very easy to get into work mode, hard enough she will sleep through days, but regularly operates on naps and light sleeping. constant vigilance.

— preferred weaponry is heckler & koch, specifically the P30L, sometimes retrofitted with a suppressor. depends on her mood.

— once, chen made a statement that no one would ever be able to startle him. naturally, logan spent the next year purposely trying to find ways to do so. perfectly capable of slipping into small, cramped places, to then jump out, chen got away with mild surprise and nothing more. until one day she hid herself in the dryer of the rangers hq. chen hadn’t sworn so loudly since then.

— doesn’t like bugs. and not in a flippant, they’re gross, no, she knows what they feel like. to crawl. she doesn’t want them on her skin.

— always has food on her person. always has food stashed somewhere in the nearby vicinity. why? layover habit from the farm, of not ever having just enough to eat. once she got free, and was able to eat what she wanted, she is the one carrying snacks, juice boxes shoved in her jacket pockets, fruit bars pulled out of her sleeves. ortega finds varying pot plants carrying different kinds of kitkats.

— despite the resets and rewiring, her memory is pretty good. can remember quite minute details, which was expected when being brought back to do mission reports. double whammy, as she remembers just about everything she has ever done, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

— whilst logan isn’t entirely a neat freak, post operation she is very careful about how she slows down. cleaning up is precise, such as taking apart the gun, getting the blood out of her suit. lay it all out and work through the motions to get her mind in the right place.

— doesn’t mind heights so much, even in the face of heartbreak, but it’s the weightlessness that gets her. hanging. that’s the point of letting go.

— there’s a fine line between realistic approaches to conversations, and over exaggerated. she goes either way very quickly. too stiff, too expressive. talks with nothing, not even blinking, talks with her hands, knocks something over.

— covers her mouth with her hand when she laughs genuinely.

— she can’t swim.

— her first closet was a lot of hand-me-downs from the rangers. she loved it, truly. made her feel like she belonged, even if she was the one to turn down a chance to join.

— logan is trying her best. she swears she is. good life? truth? revenge? the whiplash even strikes her too hard, too fast. she wants out, but she can’t get out, unless she exposes the truth. but there’s costs and time and she wants to do good. be good. go back.

— when she gets in the zone, she forgets to eat. sleep. everything becomes secondary. won’t even talk. and then it’s over, and she crashes. shovels junk food and caffeine into her body, sleeps for nearly a week, back at it again next monday. quite frankly, it terrifies some people.

— the cigarettes used to be just a cover, something to do with her hands. always had to look human, so keeping hands busy meant less attention. she stole the first packet from her handler just before her last mission. but now she has the fancy kind, coloured and flavoured cigarettes. still keeps that old packet. one smoke left. she’ll get through it at the end.

— she hates hearing secrets. being told them is one thing, but having them leap at you, like gossip in the morning, pisses her off. if only because she’s very good at keeping them.

— survivor’s guilt. from getting out of the farm (twice). from heartbreak. from surviving heartbreak. she doesn’t know why, but it eats her up. she shouldn’t be here.

— drinks juice, milk, soft drinks, whatever, straight from the bottle, no matter who is watching. will spray whipped scream straight into her mouth. has eaten an entire tub of nutella in one sitting. don’t think about it.

— she’s on a lot of pain medication. isn’t taking most of it around rebirth, but it’s for her limbs. the joints mostly. the replacement organs. her back. last lot of surgery before getting out went alright, as best as it could, and whilst everything matches, it’s her, it’s stiff. she doesn’t get the regular upkeep outside the farm. no doctors to turn to. stares at the bottles and shuts the mirror.

— lies about injuries terribly. she’s fine. forget about it.

— she can’t tell you if the ballet memories are real, or the violin ones. hasn’t tested the theory, even though she’s fairly sure the ballet might be real from how she fights, and something holds her back from picking up the instrument just because of that.

— logan may not claim to be suicidal, but she keeps reality in check. statistically, she’s going to die at some point. be it tomorrow or next week, or christmas in three years time. have to keep on top of the game, by accepting the fact that in a year, she could be gone. next year, tomorrow, that could be the day too.

— she’s a damn good pickpocket. so much so, it became a game to put the most ridiculous things on their person, and get her to take it. even taking to the skies with it. made anathema’s week she pinched exactly five buttons off the front of ortega’s shirt, the crumpled receipt from last night’s shout from sentinel, and the twelve cents from the front of chen’s coat.

— in saying that, time with the rangers introduced reverse pickpocketing. putting things in place. and it was harder, logan found, because it meant that moment of being a little closer, instead of just walking on. from ortega’s personal money clip, as once he found about the excursion, he was more than willing to get involved, they distributed quite a lot of funds to those having a bad day around los diablos.

— logan went to exactly one (1) congratulatory dinner, post nanoswarm, and it was a disaster. absolutely. not only did she wear her mask, even with a fancy dress on, but a reporter got a little too handsy and she not only blasted him into next week mentally, oh no. she kicked him so hard, that he cracked through a window and landed on the balcony, shoe lodged in his gut. it actually got her a place on the fridge because it was so stupid.

— on that note, during her time as sidestep, she got some of the stupidest injuries to date considering her level of skill

impaled by a fork

fell off the kitchen counter, smacked her face, split her lip and knocked out her tooth

scaled a tree to hide from ortega, unintentionally climbed through poison oak

dropped over a tear gas canister in rangers hq

fell down four flights of stairs, relatively unharmed, but slipped on a welcome mat at the bottom

jammed hand in car door and subsequently broke a finger

— she’s a magpie. likes shiny things. obnoxious things. maybe she does it on purpose, to get the most ridiculously brightly coloured things and leaving them everywhere as a reminder, but ortega spent a long time finding pens laying around his office. put them all in a jar eventually, in the office that was hidden from anyone else.

— there’s another jar with stones somewhere in rangers hq as well. ortega is convinced it has it’s own life, as he sees it sometimes, and never again for nearly two months. but there’s a couple of stones, etched with all their names.

— she loves to be warm. loves to stretch out in the heat. hot showers that are damn near scalding, hair up and out of her face. maybe it’s because it helps her joints, maybe because it gives her a reason to face herself.

— but that’s only because she’s always cold. can feel the outline of metal if she digs her fingers hard enough into her sides. a con of not being all that human is that nothing really needs to be organic. she doesn’t need to be warm, all the time, but she wants to be. means she can feel something other than cold.

— logan is actually an alright cook, but feigns ignorance whenever someone offers to cook for her. has she ever set something on fire on purpose, just so she could have an excuse to sit back and watch? no, never! perish the thought!

— if she’s being honest, a lot of time spent in ortega’s company was in silence. that she remembers anyway. like there was this easy way of living, just then, convincing herself she deserved it. his mind is soft and comfortable when quiet, and it’s like a warm hug, thinking about it. being near it. being near him. she misses him, misses the quiet they had.

— once upon a time, logan loved scented candles, and all those funky little things. but now it reminds her of heartbreak, of anathema, and her stomach drops.

— honestly logan can’t even place her own accent, even though it’s remarkably subtle, as she has that many languages literally ‘on file’, is english her first language? she can’t say. somewhere vaguely european, maybe a little slavic depending on how angry she gets. or maybe that’s on purpose, to through people off.

— adopting three dogs was the best decision she had ever made for herself. the triplets, as she calls them, are big bundles of love. she was definitely inspired by spoon, but hadn’t expected to literally drop on them. tilly, teddy and trixie honestly do give logan more time, whether she wants to admit it or not.

— trains them in multiple languages too. although it can be argued, even by herself, that as she mentally connects with them, maybe they just understand her thoughts. or maybe they just trust her. too many branching ideas there.

— a lot of her early training was about exploitation. she tries to change that for herself, around early sidestep days. one of those things was physical affection. she had only ever known it to be used to twist people, so she doesn’t really touch or hold someone. except, if she trusts them deeply. if they trust her. once they cross that bridge, it’s over for them. it’s a big thing for her, to find that comfortability for both parties, to then be able to move into something that’s a little more human.

— this also kind of developed into tugging on jackets, to get attention. to signify she was close. her footfalls are remarkably light, and she always forgets that these people like to be told someone is nearby. only so many times she could cough, announce her presence. so it’s a tug, four times, left side. she’s here.

— logan is disgustingly good at noticing little things and twisting it around to make it seem like someone is forcibly doing something for her for their own benefit. like on the anniversary of marshal hood’s anniversary, not only did she set up a week in advance a conveniently placed series of photos and accolades that chen would have to walk by, but it meant that he would have to talk to ortega. or how anathema was off put by something said by a reporter, and sentinel happened to find out through a series of well placed whispers, meaning that he would end up talking to them. she will win the game of the rangers taking care of themselves.

— she doesn’t remember what the last song on her iPod was the day she died. ortega could probably tell her. it was likely stuck in his head for a couple of months.

— that said, she wonders if it would be rude to ask for it back. these days, she doesn’t wear headphones so much anyway, because she’s ready. ready for what, you may ask? anything. not just her mind on high alert. it’s everything else. but back then, when she was nice and safe and sure? it meant she could relax.

— phantom pain fucking sucks, and she wants a refund. like how she can feel the glass cut into her face, the way her ribs are jammed back in place. how the constraints tighten and needles press in and god, she hates it so much. only when her mind gets too quiet, not enough noise.

— her sweet tooth actually puts many people off because they’re sure that coffee is more sugar than anything else but i dare you to tell her off.

— logan isn’t allowed to take care of succulents anymore, because she killed exactly eight of them in the space of a week. she claims that so called indestructible plants are actually very sensitive, but. there you go.

— ortega sings a lot, and it kind of introduced logan to a wealth of music. he was her primary source of a lot of stuff, actually, whether he realised it or not. you can download information into a chip and call it a day, but actually knowing what it is, is something entirely different. just like how when he gave orders, it never meant logan had to change. just be herself. ortega was a lot of firsts for her.

— do not dare her to climb something, because she will, repercussions be damned. nine times out of ten, it was a mild comment, that got turned serious, but logan had climbed both rangers hqs several times over, both in and out of costume. she will scale that apartment building with her bare hands, don’t test her.

— maybe she just likes to be tall

— even though she’s like 5’9

— she’s a horrible artist, really. but she doodles in borders, and on official documents, and whenever her mind so much as wanders. ortega keeps them all.

— she can and will break into things to prove she can. ties in with quick fingers, old habits. gotta break and enter and get a lay of the land. only place she never broke into was ortega’s. literally, the only place.

— a lot of her layover habits, are not even really layover. still actively utilised and honed. logan just boxes them into the then and now. makes her separate the person easily. herself. if she can keep an eye on the days, it means that that time is further away. who she was doesn’t need to come back out and be remembered. but those habits, those abilities, they’re just as much a part of her as the memories and the person. she knows she’s an idiot for trying to ignore that.

— her and anathema got so good at high fiving each other during their time together, they were able to do it without looking at each other. ortega used to tease it was because logan read their mind, but they were just on another plane of friendship he could never achieve.

— hand-me-downs were a thing, but she’s also outright a clothing thief. daniel ends up being on the receiving end of this later, as his clothing is softer than ortega’s. but he doesn’t mind, because there’s something about her seeing an old sidestep hoodie, washed too many times, and not frowning. she actually looked happy, seeing it.

— during her sidestep days, her hair was long and brown and curly, no reason to hide her identity. she left behind the contacts and the makeup and anything else, that would help transform her face. the red during rebirth was partially a mistake, from not reading a bottle properly and just rolling with it, because it was done poorly and who would look twice at someone like that, right? but she misses her hair. misses what it meant. the extensions and dye just aren’t quite the same. maybe she should just start again.

— on many separate occasions, she had been caught napping in places around rangers hq. anywhere from the linen closet, to on top of lockers, to underneath the infirmary beds. politely, most people don’t comment.

— she’s also responsible for several broken dummies, all of which she would vaguely blink at, and refuse to explain as to just how she managed to behead one with her thighs alone. what do you mean she kicked it so hard it cracked down the middle? no, sir, she did not in fact punch it with enough brute force to rip it from the ground. you’re mistaken.

— she’s good for roughhousing. for play fighting. can’t turn away from a tumble. fighting’s good because she doesn’t need to think, and instinct takes over. granted, again, found herself tightening a chokehold a little too well, and then having to laugh it off. it’s all luck.

— but fighting is dangerous, and the one time she had been pulled into it while angry, there was a swear. never again. dislocated her opponent’s shoulder and walked out for two weeks. ortega had found her smoking then, acting like nothing had happened. but she could tell you in exact detail how it felt. how it sounded.

— logan claims she can’t drive, if only to see how far she could get ortega to try to teach her just because it was hilarious when she pretended not to know what the brakes were. but she had a motorcycle, anyway. prefers the low turn. just barely touching the ground.

— that motorcycle was probably one of the only material things she owned. that’s not to say she didn’t have things, especially when outside the farm. and that she won’t in future. but it was hers, paid and bought for by herself. she loved that thing. doesn’t know where it went when she died, but damn if she doesn’t want it back.

— she was banned from the rangers hq for some time for the following offences:

threw a spoon at anathema and shattered a window with the sheer force of it being thrown (seriously, logan, what the fuck),

learned all the words to cell block tango but would purposely utilise inflection around chen with ‘he had it coming’,

broke into the security system because she wanted to find out how it worked and subsequently shut down electricity on the block,

had to unpack all weapons on her person after setting off one of the newer, more sensitive scanners. was there for nearly an hour,

challenged sentinel to a duel,

which was accepted,

which started a betting pool of ridiculous outcomes,

challenged marshal charge to a duel,

locked marshal charge in an octopus hold and refused to let go until he said she was pretty,

changed the wifi password,

changed the screensaver on the computers to marshal charge’s award winning grin of ’08,

every time marshal charge would say something would respond with a lightning pun for three weeks,

placed a fake suggestion box in the lunchroom and encouraged responses,

bled out on the weight bench and when provoked about it, gave her worst new york accent (fuggehhda abotit!),

bought one of every ranger doll and would leave them in the worst places, may have actually replaced the eyes on them to glow

— stick her in a patch of sun, and she will start to fall asleep. guaranteed. she claims she’s photosynthesising.

— whilst she hasn’t done this since her sidestep days, once she decorated her ceiling in those glow-in-the-dark stickers. with as much accuracy as feasibly possible, it was damn near a star map. mostly because ortega insisted on pointing out all sorts of stars, and she didn’t quite believe him, but it helped her sleep, staring up at that little star map of hers. she hasn’t quite committed to the idea of repeating it, because it’s a tender memory and she’s not that person anymore.

— there was a “it has been __ days since our last incident” board in the old rangers hq. mostly involving her, and ortega, and sometimes anathema, getting up to all kinds of bullshit. was just a big black smudge by the end of its use, as not a day went past without incident.

— her eyes were retrofitted post heartbreak with micro optic cameras, constantly filming and recording. once logan escaped, she turned the devices off with some effort, but ultimately rendered her eyes dark (when they’re on, her eyes get a red shine in most lights). some days she still wish she left them on, if only because filming from behind her villain helmet just isn’t the same as watching the trajectory of a hero with your own two eyes.

— the eye cameras though were also unfortunate because it meant she could rewatch every little thing that happened. stuck with the memories in more way than one whenever she closed her eyes.

— prior to sidestep days, logan was continually reset, wiped clean, to serve as the perfect soldier. post heartbreak, that wasn’t her reality anymore. if anything, the intention to keep her memories as reminders served purpose better.

— whilst not in the habit of invariably mimicking voices nowadays, at one point in time, she was very good at not only throwing her voice, but imitating. it meant for some funnier times, but also naturally quite dangerous to those unaware. she did have her limits though, of course.

— at one point, she took up skateboarding. claims it was part of her cover for pre-sidestep to explain how she could get around so fast without a car. one of the first few things she actually enjoys by herself to do, and one of the easiest ways for her to just lose herself in the city and listen in.

— being handy with technology means several things, such as she’s good at breaking and entering, not having much of a traceable footprint, and helping with effectively mod related issues. but it also means that she has had a hand in quietly upgrading security of those she cares about, and fixing something mundane like a car radio or the air conditioner.

— she had a some efforts in local life to improve it, be it anonymous donations, a sudden drop in crime rate, or general attempts to at least get kids to school safely. ortega referred to it as her stomping ground as a vigilante, and a lot of her accounts left open to supply money were kept by him, as well as food donations. ortega made a regular effort a year after her death to visit the area and keep on top of her work.

— logan, once far more comfortable as sidestep back in the day, had been caught more than once moonwalking or something similar post mission upon a successful detainment of a villain.

— one time chen returned to rangers hq to find that ortega had been duck taped to his office chair. politely, he had declined to comment. she proclaimed innocence, and subsequently was banned from hq for a week for “leaving the marshal in a position of lowered security”.

— never was much of a laugher, until her sidestep days. and even then it was hidden behind her hand right up until the end, when she finally started to let loose.

— betting pools were all the rage for her. constantly about mundane things: “i bet you can’t eat this in one go”, “i bet you don’t know all the lyrics”, “i bet you can’t do a flip from the roof”. the best ones were trying to get certain phrases slipped into conversation. most food related ones are banned however, due to spikes in food poisoning.

#*logan #fhr

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