Post by Logan/Lance on Jul 21, 2009 23:24:23 GMT -8
Name: Logan
Codename: Wolverine
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Power: *takes a deep breath* Logan, aka Wolverine / Weapon X has a highly enhanced sense of smell akin to your average canine and a sense of hearing akin to your average feline. Also, he has a very potent regeneration ability, able to heal from wounds multiple times faster then human beings, including ones that normally would be fatal such as organ and spinal damage. This also gives him a high degree of heightened stamina as well as an elongated life span. He also has the ability to extend three bone claws from the knuckles of each hand, however because his bone structure has been permanently bonded with the indestructible alloy, adamantium, this gives him the added benefit of high degree of skeletal durability.
Personality: Logan is a rather gruff, hard to approach, temperamental sort of a fella. Because of this, he is often intimidating to some of the newer students. The older ones however understand that despite his attitude, Logan is on the inside a caring person and will go out of his way to protect his students.
History: Not much is known about Logan's early history because of his amnesia, but what is known is that he was once experimented on in the wilderness of Canada and once participated in WWII, a partner to the legendary Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. Sometime after his escape from the Canadian base, he became introduced to Charles Xavier. They maintained in contact off and on and when Charles founded "The Xavier Institution for Gifted Youngsters," Wolverine accepted the offer to be part of the staff.
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"Sabertooth."
Despite the different smells that dotted the Canadian wilderness, from the scent of pine, the waste of the animal kingdom, the stale scent of rain that still floated among the morning mist that dotted the riverbank that he crouched on, Logan could still smell the strong pungent oder of his hated adversary.
His eyes scanned the riverside momentarily as he focused his attention on the surrounding sounds, trying to drown out the thundering waterfall no less then a hundred yards to the south. The scent couldn't be older then minutes and when it came to the man that it belonged to, it wasn't likely that he had been fleeing his pursuer, but rather leading him somewhere.
Then it hit Logan like a ton of bricks. His back to a rushing river, a waterfall no less then twenty meters in height, jagged rocks covering it's bottom. He had been lead right into an ambush. Any other man would panic, but Logan was made of far sterner stuff. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel some rush of excitement.
Then, the sound of rustling foliage to the diagonal right would catch his hearing, before a deep chuckle would reach his ears. Logan would give a grin before taking a whiff of the air. "Alright bub, you wanna dance," he said with a snarl before the sound of metal on metal would ring in his ears as his adamantium claws unsheathed, "Lets dance."
