LOGANN REFERENCE

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— — LOGANN ASTRIS [ gender: cisgender man preferred pronouns: he/it sexuality: aromantic/asexual age: deceased; immeasurable marital status: single nicknames: lo, logo, astra status as character: mainsona ] — PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION >> a strange creature at the height of a towering 33’’, logann is surely a sight to behold. in colouration, he holds a warmer palette made up of various shades of brown and a couple reds as well. the majority of his pelt is a dusty brown shade covered with darker rosettes. however, the left half of his face and left legs are taken over by red colours in the same patterns. his muzzle, chest, belly and lower legs are a significantly brighter shade. his pawpads are strange, the toes in the shapes of four-pointed stars. glancing up to his right wrist, you’ll notice a set of strange, blackened scars. an extended piece of hair drapes down over his shoulder, a raccoon tail pattern of dark brown, red, and black. speaking of hair, logann seems to have a messy flop of some mysterious star-filled material on top of his head, matching the same texture of his tail. on the rare occasions when his eyes are in sight, you’ll see that he.. doesn’t have any. rather, he has two, large, gaping holes where his eyes should be. even so, he always seems to be.. watching. calculating his next move, perhaps. waiting for /something/.. ** before anyone asks, yes those scars on his arm represent something I went through. no I am not encouraging/promoting it, and if you do not know what those reference to no I will not be explaining it. please be mature about this. — INTERVIEW: >> “ hello. I was told you wanted to talk to me, perhaps? there was a note left at my abode. you want what? describe myself? that’s a bit of an odd question— no, it’s fine! I didn’t say I wouldn’t cooperate, did I? people call me logann. they used to, I guess. I haven’t actually talked to anyone besides you in.. how long has it been now? what year is it? … that long, huh? damn. that’s a few more decades than last time I checked. what happened? ha! kid, I’ve been dead for the past half century. didn’t you notice? “ [ logann pulls up the starry hair over his face, flashing his dark, empty sockets. a certain chill emanates from the holes, casting a sense of dread throughout the room. he laughs sweetly before readjusting his hair back over his eyes— or lack thereof. ] “ ah, you don’t need to worry yourself too much. that enough for you? you need anything else? good. now if you’ll excuse me, there’s been a particularly pesky squirrel who keeps stealing from the owl. it’s a whole ordeal. maybe come visit the graveyard sometime? wish you well, friend. it was.. nice to hear another voice that isn’t mine or any of the grave critters. they’re nice enough but.. it’s not the same. goodbye. “ — KNOWN LORE: >> unofficial mediator of rosewood cemetery, logann has been dead for years. far too many to possibly recount. the last thing he remembers is.. well, it’s fuzzy. he remembers the hands of death digging into his face, shredding his eyes in their sockets. he remembers his tail being mauled far beyond recognition. it’s probably better he doesn’t remember it all that well. he rarely gets visitors at his grave— his abode, as he calls it —other than the various grave critters. owls, squirrels, miscellaneous birds. they can never seem to keep the peace for long. logann occupied his time mediating their petty arguments. he enjoys their company, but he longs for the company of a living cat. he longs to hear a voice in the language most familiar to him, desperate for a friend or even just a cat who looks at him for longer than a few moments. it’s hard, though. his mere presence seems to incite a mass delirium and dread. never mind a simple glance at his various sustained injuries, always seeming to push others away when all he wants is warmth. so, touch-starved and cold, he keeps to himself. sticks to his lane, lurking through the cemetery and helping out distraught ghosts and grave critters alike. nobody likes a dead guy. — — CONTINUED IN N+C —