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Name: James Howlett
Codename: Wolverine
Aliases: Logan, formerly Weapon Ten, Death, Mutate #9601, Jim Logan, Patch, Canucklehead, Emilio Garra, Weapon Chi, Weapon X, Experiment X, Agent Ten, Canada, Wildboy, Peter Richards, many others
Age: unknown, over 100
Occupation: X-Man, general drifter
Sexuality: heterosexual
Faction: X-Men
Physical Description: While short in stature at a mere 5’ 3”, Logan is a bulky figure, weighing 300 lbs thanks to the adamantium grafted to his skeleton during the Weapon X experiments. Even without the adamantium, he weighs around 195 lbs, a product of long years of physical training and hard labour. He definitely looks good for his age, since he looks to be in his mid-thirties, rather than over the age of a hundred, possibly even a hundred and fifty. With dark brown-black hair and blue eyes, his only distinguishing features are six claws, three in each arm, which he uses for everything from self defence to hotwiring cars. He has no scars due to his healing factor, although the skin between his knuckles is ever so slightly discoloured due to being healed more frequently than the rest of his body, which is tanned due to a lot of time spent outdoors.
His clothing tends to be practical and cheap, and vaguely military. He has an old leather jacket that he keeps in a reasonable state of repair, but since the majority of his time is spent in bar brawls and fist fights he finds it practical to keep his clothes simple and replaceable. He doesn’t much go for black and yellow spandex, and in a premeditated combat situation is likely to wear a fully black combat suit. Mostly, though, he’ll just wear a simple vest or a t-shirt, a pair of jeans and a good sturdy pair of steel capped boots, along with the dog tags around his neck.
Likes: cigars
motorbikes
damaging Scott’s stuff (most of the time)
coming and going as he pleases
solitude
fighting
Dislikes: Scott (most of the time)
anti-mutant lobbyists
not having all his memories straight
The MUE
soda
magnets
Personality: Logan. He’s the best he is at what he does, and what he does… Well, it’s not pretty. Deep in his heart, Logan is an animal. Feral by nature, more at home running with wolves than with people, Logan is a solitary figure despite his affiliation with the X-Men. Even he isn’t sure why he aligns himself with them now; once he would have said he was there for Jean or even Xavier, but with both of them dead and Storm gone too it is hard for that excuse to hold up. The only X-Man he would actively admit to liking even a little is Bobby Drake, and that would probably be under duress. He’s not an emotional figure, unless he’s showing rage, so admitting that he likes someone is less likely than him showing his dislike physically.
He’s rarely patient, seldom less than surly and much happier with a cigar and a drink. But somehow he still gets landed with looking after kids, and they seem to trust him. He could even live with that, if he knew himself better. His berserker nature can make him unpredictable, and he doesn’t want to hurt anyone innocent. Guilty people he has no trouble with killing, but he tries to protect innocents where possible. Perhaps that’s why he always returns to the X-men; without him, their defences are pretty low.
Despite the animal nature which tends to rule him, Logan’s intellectual capabilities are probably slightly above average genius level, although this is more likely due to having lived through much of modern history rather than actually sitting down and opening a book. Homeschooled in his childhood, he is also a trained soldier in several armies and thus thinks both offensively and defensively although he often acts on the former thoughts and doesn’t play chess at all. He’s more physically intellectual than academic; provided nobody annoys him to such an extent that he rages out, he can actually think pretty fast on his feet.
History: Little is known about the mutant known on the streets as Wolverine, mainly because his memories have been messed with by the scientists at Weapon X. Where it started, though, was in Canada, where James Howlett was born, the younger of two sons. A sickly child, James’ two best friends were a girl named Rose and the son of the family groundskeeper, a young man known only as Dog. As they grew older, Dog and James grew apart, culminating in the older boy shooting James’ dog and thus having his family forcibly evicted from the land.
Dog’s father, an abusive alcoholic by the name of Thomas Logan, returned to the estate in a drunken fury to try and abduct Elizabeth Howlett, James’ mother, implying that they were formerly lovers. John Howlett, James’ father, tried to stop the man, at which point James entered the room, in time to see Thomas shoot his father in cold blood. Here it was that James’ mutant powers surfaced for the first time, bone claws sprouting through the skin between his knuckles as he charged the older man in a berserk rage and killed him.
Following this incident, James and Rose fled the Howlett household, Rose leading away the apparently traumatised boy. Dog reported that Rose had killed both Thomas and John, and thus James’ grandfather shunned his grandson, taking Dog in as his ward while James and Rose pretended to be cousins, taking refuge in a mining community. James also took up the name Logan to prevent his identity from being found out, and thanks to his developing powers became a valued part of the community due to his work ethic and morality. He developed feelings for Rose that he could not act upon due to their masquerading as cousins, and so when Rose was engaged to the site foreman, Smitty, Logan learned to accept it for the sake of her happiness. It was a happiness that would not last, however; his grandfather, old and weak, sent Dog to find James and Rose so that the old man might make his peace with them before dying. Dog, though, hunted down the pair with a mind to killing James, and found them on the night when Smitty was due to leave the community with Rose.
Dog reminded James of their past, of the night which had changed all their lives, and the pair fought in the street. Despite his strength, Dog was over powered to the point of unconsciousness by an angry James, and as the younger man unsheathed his claws to strike a killer blow Rose ran in between the combatants and was impaled on the claws. He held her as she died, then fled into a life of self-exile in the woods with the wolves.
From here on, the memories are faulty. He has memories of being a samurai in Japan, a wild man in Canada and a mercenary operative for the CIA. Memories of being in the Canadian army during World War Two have been independently verified as true, but his brain has been messed with so much by Weapon X that much of what he remembers may be false. What is true is that at some point in his more recent history he has had adamantium grafted to his body, including to the bone claws that flick out between his knuckles. He has switched alliance several times, but since meeting Omega Red has become increasingly unsure about the memories in his head, and will increasingly go off in search of some link to his past that can be verified.
More recently, his ability to slip on and off the grid has started to unnerve the officials at MEU, since he has a tendency to show up where least expected. With the deaths of those he cared for – Rogue and Jean in particular – in the back of his mind, he’s not an opponent to be taken lightly.
Power: Logan has several abilities that come as a result of a mutated gene, the most constantly notable of which is a healing factor that also slows down the effects of aging. As with any healing factor it ensures that his body will repair itself at an accelerated rate, although the amount of time a wound takes to heal is dependent on the severity of the injury. Broken bones are impossible due to the adamantium grafted onto his skeleton, but a bullet induced flesh wound to the arm, for example, will heal faster than a bullet-induced gaping chest wound, and with extensive enough injuries it is possible to kill him. His healing factor also gives him immunity to poisons and drugs, so he can’t get drunk, and to diseases and fatigue-induced substances caused by the body, thus giving him a higher stamina level than most. His agility and reflexes are also higher than average, and he has acute senses, allowing him to see further and more clearly than humans, to hear better, and to identify a person or object by scent alone, even if hidden, making him capable of tracking many things with a high degree of success.
Perhaps his most famous ‘gift’, the one which makes him one of the more dangerous mutants around despite his tendency towards solitude, is made up of the claws attached to his skeleton in each of his forearms. Once purely bone, they are now indestructible adamantium, razor sharp and deadly.
Place of Birth: Alberta, Canada
Place of Residence: Wherever
Nationality: Canadian
Relatives: John Howlett Sr. (father, deceased), Elizabeth Howlett (mother, deceased), John Howlett Jr. (brother, deceased), Viper (Madame Hydra, ex-wife), Amiko Kobayashi (foster daughter), Erista (son), Laura Kinney (X-23, clone), Daken (son), Itsu (wife, deceased)
RP Sample:The words flew back and forth around him as he walked down the road. It wasn’t enough of a journey to warrant using his motorcycle, and besides listening to people who didn’t know you were listening could be useful. Logan was good at listening, mainly because he often chose not to speak. He didn’t really have anything to say; he tried to stay out of the way of the authorities, which meant not picking fights with idiots, human or mutant. He knew his fair share of both, after all.
It was easier, out here in the sticks, to avoid the authorities of course. They were stronger in the cities, where a higher population of human voters elicited a higher demand for removal of mutant menaces. But he could smell the blood in the air still from an execution that morning of three young mutants. Three of them, in a town he could run across in less than ten minutes. Four, of course, if you included him. Probably more. He’d not attended the execution, because a feral looking man growling in the audience can arouse suspicion, and everything had been cleaned up to human standards now. But the scent of blood was still there, and he took a cigar from his pocket to cover the smell. His knuckles itched as he fought back the urge to hunt down the executioners. That wasn’t what he was here for. He wasn’t a vigilante, or some figure of justice, and he wasn’t that stupid. Executioners would probably be surrounded by MEU forces, and while bullets were unlikely to kill him they still stung.
He entered the bar he’d been headed towards with his cigar lit, ignoring the dirty looks he got from some of the joint’s patrons. There were already two people in the cage, going at it as if their lives depended on it, and the mutant known as Wolverine snorted as he sat down at the bar with his back to the action. He didn’t have to say anything; the bartender looked him up and down and placed a half-empty bottle of whisky on the bar with a glass and some ice. Logan couldn’t scent a mutant gene, life would have been much easier if he could, but he would have guessed that Mr Bartender made five. It was a dangerous thing to do, giving a stranger his preferred drink straight off the bat.
“You know me, bub?” he growled softly, as the crowd roared in appreciation as the underdog caught the town bruiser on the chin with a lucky blow. The bartender shook his head once and pointed across the room. There was the reason Logan was here, of course. David North. Agent Zero. A man who might be able to fill in some blanks…
James Howlett [Wolverine]
