Post by Tweedle Dum on Dec 4, 2007 3:16:44 GMT -5
Full Name: Logan Echolls
Nickname(s): Low
Stage Name: Monsieur Dupont
Age: 22
Artistic Pursuit(s): Stand Up Comedian
Image: Here and also here!
Appearance: Logan is of medium build and height. He has no distinctive marks apart from the two circular scars just below his belly button. His brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes lure people into wanting to know him. He dresses casually usually in jeans and button down tops. For his gigs though, he dresses a little more uptown New York.
Personality: Logan is a very contradicting person. He loves to make people laugh with his stand up jokes, but he also has an on the side job that does the opposite and he hates it. His second job makes him seem nasty. In order for him to do it right he has to cut himself off from his own emotions and feelings toward other. But when Logan isn’t working his on the side job he’s the funny loveable kind of guy. He’s easy to get close but in saying that it takes him a while to trust people.
Family: Mother; Kieran Echolls, Father; Aaron Echolls - actor and sister; Tia. All live in L.A
History: Logan grew up knowing all about Hollywood, fame and fortune it didn’t really strike a chord with him until he was 15 and started doing stand up gigs at the local bar in L.A. He was always the funny one in the family or class room and his love of laughter only fueled his passion for stand up even more.
Logan only moved to New York to branch out. The glitz and glam isn’t really him, he just wants to be known and better off financially, if he can manage to get that his life would be complete. His parents weren’t too happy about him going to New York alone but thought it was for the best and would teach him some great life lessons; that’s how he ended up in the lower class neighbourhood of New York. Logan’s parents refused to help him out of debt, saying that he needed to learn. Learn he did. Logan learned the drug industry was alive and well in his area and he used that to better his situation. He soon became a dealer. He hates every minute of what he does and he knows the pain and sorrow it causes but it’s either him or them, and right now he has to look out for number one in order to stay alive.
Living on the bottom floor of the Presidential Villa apartments gives his customers easy access to him. He not only sells from his place but he walks the streets and sometimes secretly sells at Roxy to his favorite girls. Many a time has Logan got his ass kicked for selling on the wrong corner. Hell, he almost got himself killed when he tried to sell it to the girls in a strip joint uptown. Logan didn’t know about the high price their manager sold cocaine to the girls for. All he was doing was looking for extra business. The boss of the club almost killed him that night, and it’s a night he’d rather forget. Logan tires not to mix pleasure with business anymore.
Main Talent: Stand Up Comedy
Weaknesses: Logan naturally lets his heart over rule his head, this can prove dangerous in the lower areas of New York. Logan’s own weaknesses are not the drugs he sells, as he has seen what they do, however he loves the bottle and the ladies. Logan’s secret fear is freezing while he’s up on stage. It’s only ever happened once but he’d rather not relive it.
Strengths: Logan has a good heart under his dealer exterior and he lets many see it, just not his customers. He wants to make it big as a comedian so he can hear the laughter of a monumental crowd, the contagiousness of laughter is what fuels him. Logan’s strength is writing, he writes all is own material and in a way, his weakness of feeling too much helps him with his writing. His material only makes people laugh because he can relate to them.
Anything Else: He secretly likes Ruby, ever since he caught a glimpse of her going up to her apartment, that was over a year ago.
His stage name Mr. Dupont came about when he learned how to master a ridiculous French accent. What ever accent he talks in for his show always manages to end up back in a French tone.
RP Example: Logan slouched in a comfy arm chair at Deux Moulins. He watched the girls on the stage through half lidded eyes. It had been a long, hard day and this was his last stop before bed. It was supposed to be a treat to himself for all the hard work he’d put in at Montage Theatre. With his fifth cold beer in one hand the other rested on his lap, but it didn’t stay there for long. A pretty petite blonde came off the stage to ‘introduce’ herself to him. “Hey there…” she whispered softly. Suddenly, Logan wasn’t so tired anymore. A smirk crept onto his face. “Hey yourself.” This carried on for twenty minutes until she propositioned him for a treat in the bathroom. “It’d be unfair to turn down a lil’ lady like you who’s working so hard.” He took her hand and was lead not to the bathroom but to the alley way behind the joint.
“Look, I know who you are and I’m desperate. Just one hit. I’ve got the money.” the girl said as her seductive tone changed into one that sounded almost like groveling. Logan groaned and palmed his face with his hand but nodded slowly, “Yeah alright.” He hated mixing business with pleasure. Digging his hands into his pocket he produced a small bag of the white substance and handed it to the girl. That was his mistake, dealing on the property where there were bigger fish than him. The door from the club slowly creaked open and Logan looked toward it. “BANG! BANG!” Two white bright flashes, a deafening scream and Logan was in a heap on the dusty ground covered in his own blood. The boss came up to him, kicking him in the gut. “Don’t you ever, let me catch you around here again!” The burning sensation in Logan’s gut was all too much for him, then he blacked out.
How you found the site: Already here babeh!
Nickname(s): Low
Stage Name: Monsieur Dupont
Age: 22
Artistic Pursuit(s): Stand Up Comedian
Image: Here and also here!
Appearance: Logan is of medium build and height. He has no distinctive marks apart from the two circular scars just below his belly button. His brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes lure people into wanting to know him. He dresses casually usually in jeans and button down tops. For his gigs though, he dresses a little more uptown New York.
Personality: Logan is a very contradicting person. He loves to make people laugh with his stand up jokes, but he also has an on the side job that does the opposite and he hates it. His second job makes him seem nasty. In order for him to do it right he has to cut himself off from his own emotions and feelings toward other. But when Logan isn’t working his on the side job he’s the funny loveable kind of guy. He’s easy to get close but in saying that it takes him a while to trust people.
Family: Mother; Kieran Echolls, Father; Aaron Echolls - actor and sister; Tia. All live in L.A
History: Logan grew up knowing all about Hollywood, fame and fortune it didn’t really strike a chord with him until he was 15 and started doing stand up gigs at the local bar in L.A. He was always the funny one in the family or class room and his love of laughter only fueled his passion for stand up even more.
Logan only moved to New York to branch out. The glitz and glam isn’t really him, he just wants to be known and better off financially, if he can manage to get that his life would be complete. His parents weren’t too happy about him going to New York alone but thought it was for the best and would teach him some great life lessons; that’s how he ended up in the lower class neighbourhood of New York. Logan’s parents refused to help him out of debt, saying that he needed to learn. Learn he did. Logan learned the drug industry was alive and well in his area and he used that to better his situation. He soon became a dealer. He hates every minute of what he does and he knows the pain and sorrow it causes but it’s either him or them, and right now he has to look out for number one in order to stay alive.
Living on the bottom floor of the Presidential Villa apartments gives his customers easy access to him. He not only sells from his place but he walks the streets and sometimes secretly sells at Roxy to his favorite girls. Many a time has Logan got his ass kicked for selling on the wrong corner. Hell, he almost got himself killed when he tried to sell it to the girls in a strip joint uptown. Logan didn’t know about the high price their manager sold cocaine to the girls for. All he was doing was looking for extra business. The boss of the club almost killed him that night, and it’s a night he’d rather forget. Logan tires not to mix pleasure with business anymore.
Main Talent: Stand Up Comedy
Weaknesses: Logan naturally lets his heart over rule his head, this can prove dangerous in the lower areas of New York. Logan’s own weaknesses are not the drugs he sells, as he has seen what they do, however he loves the bottle and the ladies. Logan’s secret fear is freezing while he’s up on stage. It’s only ever happened once but he’d rather not relive it.
Strengths: Logan has a good heart under his dealer exterior and he lets many see it, just not his customers. He wants to make it big as a comedian so he can hear the laughter of a monumental crowd, the contagiousness of laughter is what fuels him. Logan’s strength is writing, he writes all is own material and in a way, his weakness of feeling too much helps him with his writing. His material only makes people laugh because he can relate to them.
Anything Else: He secretly likes Ruby, ever since he caught a glimpse of her going up to her apartment, that was over a year ago.
His stage name Mr. Dupont came about when he learned how to master a ridiculous French accent. What ever accent he talks in for his show always manages to end up back in a French tone.
RP Example: Logan slouched in a comfy arm chair at Deux Moulins. He watched the girls on the stage through half lidded eyes. It had been a long, hard day and this was his last stop before bed. It was supposed to be a treat to himself for all the hard work he’d put in at Montage Theatre. With his fifth cold beer in one hand the other rested on his lap, but it didn’t stay there for long. A pretty petite blonde came off the stage to ‘introduce’ herself to him. “Hey there…” she whispered softly. Suddenly, Logan wasn’t so tired anymore. A smirk crept onto his face. “Hey yourself.” This carried on for twenty minutes until she propositioned him for a treat in the bathroom. “It’d be unfair to turn down a lil’ lady like you who’s working so hard.” He took her hand and was lead not to the bathroom but to the alley way behind the joint.
“Look, I know who you are and I’m desperate. Just one hit. I’ve got the money.” the girl said as her seductive tone changed into one that sounded almost like groveling. Logan groaned and palmed his face with his hand but nodded slowly, “Yeah alright.” He hated mixing business with pleasure. Digging his hands into his pocket he produced a small bag of the white substance and handed it to the girl. That was his mistake, dealing on the property where there were bigger fish than him. The door from the club slowly creaked open and Logan looked toward it. “BANG! BANG!” Two white bright flashes, a deafening scream and Logan was in a heap on the dusty ground covered in his own blood. The boss came up to him, kicking him in the gut. “Don’t you ever, let me catch you around here again!” The burning sensation in Logan’s gut was all too much for him, then he blacked out.
How you found the site: Already here babeh!