𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 !

logan dean mcallister

𝐀𝐆𝐄 !

25

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 !

male

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

heterosexual

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 !

⤿ scars caused by his father when he was younger

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

logan was never dealt the nice cards in life, he had always experienced cold brutality. the only ray of sunshine in his life, his mother, died when he was a teen. growing up around all that violence and aggression wasn't healthy for the young male — neither was having to suppress his emotions because it supposedly made him inferior, as if he were a coward — or so his father claims. it's hard for him to keep said anger in control, so instead he acts cold and distance. the last thing logan wants is to end up like his father. he fears that getting into a relationship would be damaging for the other person. whilst logan has shown no signs of uncontrollable anger issues, he knows better than to surround himself with others. upon first impression, he comes off as cold and brutal, someone you wouldn't want to mess with — whilst that's true, he's simply a broken person too scared to show his real emotions. logan is a passionate lover, it can be seen through the way he protects his sister. though he doesn't trust easily, another one of his multiple weaknesses.

when you've experienced what logan has, it's no surprise when kindness and caring for others isn't your main feature. logan is sure his father would be proud of the man he has turned out to be — but that's the problem, his father would be proud of the man he turned out to be. already finding it hard to establish real, genuine connections, the male has a horrible habit of planning things out before hand, sort of like an evil villain. he schemes and hopes things go his way, hope that no one bats another eyelash at him. whilst logan refuses to murder like his father, he channels said emotions through other things and ways. the easier way to class it would be to call his vindictive and evil — labels logan would accept without a single thought. he blames the world for the way his life turned out, blames his father and those around him for not helping out. whilst logan believes he's above murder, one can never be too sure. his desire for revenge runs thick through his blood, it's something that he craves — something he lusts for. to make others realise what their silence did. petty as fúck, logan plays a silent game of tit for tat, making sure he gets back at everyone who wronged him in one way or another.

logan despises the idea of becoming weak for anyone. he hates the idea of having a soft spot for anyone but his sister. opening himself up like that will only be accompanied by pain and heartbreak, something he so desperately wants to avoid. it's hard for logan to open up, and it's equally as hard for him to let anyone break his resolve and the large walls he has built around his heart. allowing people in is a sign of weakness, he was conditioned to believe so. whilst logan has friends on the surface level, none of them truly know what he's been through in life. they assume his mother died of a heart condition, his father of liver failure. the truth isn't for everyone, not everyone can stomach what he's been put through. if having to fight his father taught him one thing, it was never let your guard down. never soften around anyone, strength is a man's best friend as is an awful superiority complex.

logan battles with a fear of becoming like his father. the two share similar traits; the anger issues, whilst logan doesn't act out like his father, the feeling is still there and it's a rather unpleasant one. logan battles with his inner emotions, finding it conflicting to deal with. there was so much his father expected from him, yet at the same time he expected nothing from logan. the overall fear of fúcking up and harming a loved one is enough to close himself off from people, from relationships. it stems out to his relationship with his sister, not wanting to see her being hurt by some mediocre guy.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 !

logan was taught at a young age that emotions were for the weak. tears were a form of weakness, as was excessive anger. the thoughts drilled into his mind shape the person that he is today. when it comes to life, he was given the shítty side to it. the side that would have people looking over in concern. though he had become desensitised to that pity, finding it almost humorous rather than sorrowful.

logan was only a little boy when he witnessed cold blooded murder in front of him. it was the last time he cried. the details of the alteration are blurry in his mind — though he remembers the beating clearly. the blood splatter, the screams, the sounds of bones cracking. all whilst no one did anything, there were spectators but they were far too scared to step in and help, with logan receiving a front view look. from what he can recall, his father got into a fight with a prostitute over something. it wasn't really surprising since logan's father had a horrible track record for aggression to the point he blacked out from anger and did regrettable things. the two had been fighting over why his father should be allowed to cut in front of her — something about superiority over woman. the female, of course, stood her ground, times were changing and it was time his father's backwards views did as well. the argument escalated and eventually resulted in an innocent woman bleeding out on the streets. it was the first time lukas had seen anything of the sorts, he was scared, fearful and in tears. he was dragged off to a smaller alleyway by his father, the blood of the prostitute staining his arms — though he was too young to know what she did for a living was considered immoral by society — the words of degradation that left his fathers lips was something he would never forget, the pain and fear as the older man shouted in his face. men don't cry. crying is for the weak.

logan so desperately wanted to believe it was a one time isolated incident, though as he grew older he came to the realisation that it wasn't. his father was a monster, who shouldn't be allowed to roam the streets freely. history repeated itself once again, only this time logan wasn't home to stop it. after witnessing what he did at a young age, it was quite obvious why he chose to distance himself from his father, growing closer to his mother was inevitable. he never understood why she tolerated the things that his father put her through, why she stayed. maybe if he had convinced her to leave, nothing would have happened. logan heard the story from his sister, when walking into the kitchen to find his mother on the floor with a pool of blood surrounding her. the knife she was using to cook vegetable bang in the middle of her chest. he didn't cry, he couldn't have, but logan always secretly despised himself for not being there. he knew who the culprit was. it pained him to see the only other person that made him laugh and smile on the floor... lifeless.

it wasn't long before the tables turned. after witnessing what he had seen at the age of fifteen, logan grew incredibly protective of his sister. if his father could kíll a stranger on the street — if his father could kill his own wife, the woman who loved him selflessly, then he could and probably would turn on his children. the day he feared arrived a couple years after their mother's death. logan never left her at home alone when he knew his father would be there. it was far too risky and he didn't trust easily. their father stumbled home drunk one night, absolutely píssed, walking in wonky lines with a bottle of beer in his hand. it was the night of his parents wedding anniversary, the night where his father would always drink far too much. he picked a fight with logan's little sister, who had taken after their mother and always stood her ground. a fight of sorts ensued, the racket alerting logan that something was wrong. upon entering the room, he noticed the two backed into a corner. it was the first time the male had ever snapped so violently, grabbing the first thing in sight and lunging at the older male. logan knew that if he hadn't interfered, he would've lost his sister. whilst logan wasn't proud of what had transpired that night, he knew the nightmare was over. with the help of a couple others, he lay his father to rest in the woods nearby. it had been him and his sister for a while — but it was only after that reality hit him. no parents, they just had one another.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

⤿ his mother died when he was only fifteen
⤿ killed his father in order to save his sister
⤿ doesn't really know what to do with his life — he's lost