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[logan kinkaide.]

logan melissa kinkaide
twenty , citizen , rebellious

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YOUR NAME ellen !?
AGE other than infinite... sixteen.
GENDER female.
YEARS ROLEPLAYING a million? just kidding. i don't remember!
HOW YOU FOUND US uhh.. an ad? o:
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FULL NAME logan melissa kinkaide
NICKNAME logan, lo, lo-down and dirty... it goes on.
BIRTH DATE january first, nineteen eighty-nine.
AGE twenty
GENDER female
GROUP citizen
GRADE n/a
OCCUPATION hard-hitting international unrelenting invincible journalist extraordinaire now, she works in a rock gym.
HOMETOWN salina, kansas
HERITAGE blatantly caucasain / italian
SEXUALITY heterosexual



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HAIR COLOR it ranges from black, to light brown, to blonde, to firey red. logan gets bored easily.
EYE COLOR hazelish? some form of pale beigeish green.
HEIGHT five foot six.
WEIGHT one hundred eighteen pounds. she could afford to put on a few pounds.
BUILD unhealthily skinny, borderline muscle-less, sunken, and overall slightly-resembling-a-meth-addict.
FASHION SENSE

here's the thing about logan kinkaide: she's absolutely, one hundred percent, all-day-every-day-style all over the place. she's a million things at once. because of this, the young woman can be just a little bit confusing when it comes to her sense of style. one week, she'll wear nothing but plain bluejeans and simple sweaters. the next, unsightly thrift-store eyesores will be layered and layered in the strangest ways. as logan's mood changes, so does her style. of course, her financial status does affect what she's wearing as well. when she has a job, her clothes will be a little nicer. when she doesn't, she'll lean more towards the consignment store finds. sometimes she looks good, sometimes she looks bad. that's logan.

PORTRAYED BY kristen stewart



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LIKES

• the color red
  
• smoking
  
• drinking
  
• men
  
• in general, behaving badly
  
• that absolutely senseless feeling she gets when she's absolutely trashed
  
• bright lights
  
• weekends
  
• wastefulness
  
• sleeping in
  
• staying up
  
• working
  
• job interviews, oddly enough
  
• writing (it's her guilty pleasure)
  
• black and white movies
  
• lying (she likes to go out with a false persona in mind and make up a whole new person to pretend to be for the night. ie: she'll introduce herself as, say, emily, instead of logan, and create "emily"'s story as the night goes on and she talks to more and more people)
  
• oddly enough, animals.

DISLIKES

• expensive liquors
  
• people who only drink expensive alcohol
  
• those atrocious midget cats that people find so cute
  
• lap dogs
  
• indie music
  
• people who try so hard to be artsy
  
• teenagers
  
• ...tweenagers
  
• text messaging
  
• technology in general
  
• "ugly dolls". why the fuck would anyone want an ugly doll? it's an atrocious concept.
  
• psychology
  
• being psychoanalyzed
  
• being bored
  
• cold weather (god knows why she's in seattle, of all places. logan loves the warm.)

STRENGTHS

• well... she can really hold her liquor.
  
• and she's great in bed.
  
• and she can write. but who cares about that?

WEAKNESSES

• she's incredibly stubborn
  
• despite that fact, she can give in (to men, to peer pressure, etc.) incredibly easily
  
• logan really doesn't have any morals or sense of self-image. fuck it, she's young, she's beautiful, and she doesn't care what happens to her.
  
• she can be kind of lazy
  
• she has zero hand-eye coordination
  
• she's a sucker for a good pair of green eyes.

GOALS

• fuck it. right now, logan doesn't have a goal in the world.
  
• what she doesn't know is this:
  
• she wants to be a journalist again. she doesn't really realize how much she misses it.
  
• if logan sobered up long enough to think hard and long about this, she would understand that if there's anything she wants in this world, it's edward winters.

FEARS

• big fish
  
• really, that's it. everything else that's bad that could possibly have happened, has happened.
  
• oh, wait! she's scared of getting pregnant... i guess. or getting an STD.

SECRETS

• she's basically the last remaining kinkaide. her parents have virtually disappeared off the face of the earth and her brother, the person who raised her, died a few months ago. that's why she's here. logan doesn't like to tell people this.
  
• ~no one knows her real hair color, tbh~

TRAITS

• selfish
  
• intelligent
  
• rebellious
  
• devious
  
• manipulative
  
• reckless
  
• fascinating
  
• (secretly) romantic
  
• seductive
  
• alluring
  
• easily bored
  
• absolutely memorable

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PARENTS

allegra audrey trenton kinkaide
fifty-something , mother , unknown


george bradford kinkaide
fifty-something , father , unknown

SIBLINGS

stanford maxwell kinkaide
twenty-six , brother , deceased

OTHER FAMILY

n/a

BULLETED HISTORY

• george kinkaide, wealthy son of an oil guru, vacations in new york city
  
• manhattan socialite allegra trenton meets george kinkaide
  
• they begin dating
  
• they marry
  
• allegra has her first child - stanford maxwell kinkaide, may fourth, 1983
  
• george, allegra, and stanford move from new york city to salina, kansas-- george's hometown
  
• allegra has her second and final child-- logan melissa kinkaide, january first, 1989
  
• stanford and logan are sent to boarding school in middle school
  
• their trips home become less and less frequent
  
• after high school, stanford and logan are given credit cards attached to their wealthy parents' accounts and sent to college
  
• they do not hear from their parents often
  
• logan meets edward winters in new york city, where she's going to NYU
  
• they begin dating
  
• they become engaged and move to los angeles, california
  
• logan becomes a journalist in LA
  
• logan hears that her brother has been diagnosed with lung cancer
  
• she runs back to new york without alerting edward
  
• stanford passes away
  
• logan travels aimlessly around the country, working odd jobs whenever she can find work
  
• she ends up in seattle
  
• now? who knows.

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ANYTHING ELSE OH! OH! avenue q.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
as much as effy liked work, she liked aaron more. obviously. i mean, it just didn’t really seem quite fair to make someone of the ridiculous emotional-ness of effy bristow choose between her job and her fiancée. on one hand, she loved her job. she loved being able to study and research and write and develop ideas and questions and answers. everything about being a real journalist—for once—fascinated her. she couldn’t get enough. but on the other hand………okay, really? it was aaron. i shouldn’t have to say any more. even before she was crazily in love with him, effy loved spending time with that guy. now that she was engaged to him.. it was incredibly difficult to be away from him even for just the twelve or so hours she spent at work. wait, hang on. i have a tangent to go on. it’s hard to really say “before effy was in love with aaron”, because i’m not certain that there’s a definite time line for that whole thing. there wasn’t really a definite point in time where effy was like “hey.. i’m in love with my best friend.” sure, there were times when she was reminded of that fact, such as the time they had really awesome and gratifying sex when they were still “just best friends”. it’s not exactly like she’d fallen all crazy in love with aaron the first time she saw him. that’s.. just not realistic to assume. sure, the first time she saw him, she was a little taken aback by his godly attractiveness but.. that wasn’t love. that was just one-part-horniness-and-one-part-foreshadowing. gradually, as she became closer and closer to him, that irrational and consuming love began to show itself. anyway, ridiculous digression. the point is, this obsessive love for aaron snyder had been growing in effy’s tiny heart for years now. and just because she got to come home and kiss him every night didn’t mean that it was going to stop growing. in fact, now that she was engaged to him, effy sort of felt like they were closer than they’d ever been. they didn’t even fight anymore. they were like a completely idealistic movie-couple that didn’t have a care in the world as long as they were somehow coming in physical contact with one another. god, sorry. i said i was going to stop with the digression. anyway, what i really mean is that it was hard for effy to focus at work when she had that godly beast waiting at home for her to come back. but it wasn’t like effy was going to quit or anything just so she could stay home with her fiancée and cuddle. that would be… illogical, to say the least. as much as it killed the little blonde to be away from her giant, hairy fiancée for even a few hours, she would just have to suck it up. even so, she’d kind of gotten used to coming home über late and getting what was quite probably the best reception any woman had ever received from a significant other. every single night.

maybe that wasn’t quite fair to say, though. she really didn’t get home über late every night. simon, with a wife of his own, actually understood that sometimes effy wanted to get home a little early. so once or twice a week, if effy had finished her article early, he’d let her off a few hours before she was really supposed to. because simon was awesome like that. honestly, effy had sort of grown an unnatural attachment to her boss. not the same way she felt for aaron, obviously, since that idea is absolutely preposterous, but just that he was so nice. he was like another father to the little blonde, and she hadn’t even known him for a full year. maybe it was just the sheer amount of time they had to spend around each other, or maybe it was effy’s way of dealing with the realization that not all bosses had to be like her last one. and by that, i mean that not all bosses had to try to sexually assault her… often. anyway, it was because of simon’s all around awesomeness that effy was packing up at only five o’ clock that afternoon. yes, that did mean that she had finished her article way ahead of time, taught the interns some stuff about formatting, and given ol’ simon her very best puppy dog eyes—much to her success. three entire hours before she was technically off work, effy was slinging her black shoulder-bag full of papers and her computer over one shoulder, grabbing her car keys, and pushing in her chair. she was headed home. the subaru was an incredibly welcome sight, all lovely and old and bathed in the harsh edges of the light of the afternoon sun. adjusting her thin sweater across her stomach with a sigh, effy climbed in the driver’s seat and—incredibly carefully, since she’d always been a total shit parker—backed out of the lot. the little blonde really didn’t want to put in the effort that it would take to remove her sweater, so she rolled down the windows instead. it was always freezing inside the office building of the santorini world, even if it was sweltering outside. therefore, effy had to always dress incredibly inappropriately for the weather of her little island home so that she’d be comfortable at work. it’s not like she was going to the beach in her sweater and jeans or anything, though, so it was really no big deal.

as she turned onto the one four-lane road that curved through the island, effy glanced down at her phone. she supposed that she could probably call aaron and tell him that she was coming home, but…naaaaaaah. it was so much more fun to surprise him. she hadn’t anticipated being finished with her article so early, so she hadn’t warned him that she might be home early. generally, if she knew that she was going to be off before eight, effy would alert aaron before she left that morning, warning him that he better not be doing anything too illegal without her that day, since she’d be home early and would catch him. basically, her threats were the little blonde’s weird way of saying “rest up, babe. we’re smurfing tonight.” if she never got home until eight-thirty-or-nine every night, it would probably be very difficult for the girl to have a… we’ll call it a “physical relationship” with her fiancée. aaron snyder, despite the fact that he really didn’t do anything too physically trying during the day, was strangely incapable of staying up past a certain hour, no matter what. therefore, when effy got home in the late hours of the night, she would always tip-toe into the entryway and peer around the corner into the living room. if he was watching tv, she was in the clear to walk normally. if he was passed out on the couch, she would ever-so-gently wake him up and tell him to get his big furry self into the bed before he messed up his neck by sleeping on the couch. worst case scenario, aaron would already be asleep in his their bedroom, and effy would spend.. probably ten or fifteen minutes debating on whether or not she should sneak in there and go to bed, or just sleep on the couch so she wouldn’t risk waking him up. despite the number of times that he told her that she can just go in, regardless of his state, effy would spend about half those nights on the couch, and half risking the wrath of waking up the giant beast—which was actually pretty unlikely, since the bear slept like rip van winkle. on the nights she got home early, however, he was usually painting or reading or watching television, or just waiting anxiously for her to arrive, if he knew she would be there early. anxious to be back in her fiancee’s enormous and hairy arms, effy sped. she usually didn’t like to drive fast, partially because of the paranoia that she would get a ticket she couldn’t afford to pay, but mostly just because she was totally anal about stuff like that. regardless of her silly fears, effy made it into the parking lot of the apartment building safely and without getting caught. briefcase-bag-thing, phone, keys, lock the car, up the stairs, home. and effy’s problems were all suddenly gone.

aaron’s cousin, norah, used to live with them, too. but when she moved out, effy commandeered her set of keys, since she didn’t have any of her own and was too cheap to buy some. it gave the little blonde great satisfaction to carry around a keychain with, not only car keys on it, but also the little silver key that got her successfully into the place that held the bed she shared with the man she loved so very much. effy slid the key into the lock and fumbled around with it for a while. she turned it repeatedly to the left, over and over again with a look of obvious frustration on her face, but she couldn’t hear the little clicking noise. after what was probably six or seven minutes of embarrassing herself and losing to a door, it swung open. wait. she had just… taken the key out… well fuck! it was already unlocked! that’s embarrassing. glancing around to make sure no one had seen that atrocious feat of idiocy, effy laughed a little to herself and stepped into the apartment. “surprise!” she shouted, and when she didn’t immediately receive a reply, a frown colored her lips. stepping into the entryway and closing the door behind her, effy caught sight of her favorite person in the whole fucking world, sitting on the couch, incredibly focused on the star wars movie playing on the television. she kicked off her shoes, straightening them up so they were at least a little bit orderly next to the door before pulling off her sweater and laying it on a barstool. “what, no star trek on tonight?” she asked, light blue eyes focused boredly on the screen. theoretically, effy liked space movies… but star wars was certainly no star trek. she could handle sitting and watching it when nothing else was on, but… only when aaron was there. that way, if she got too bored, she could always just tackle him and, well… get distracted. figuring that aaron was either 1) imagining her in that princess leia outfit from episode v, or 2) picturing himself as luke skywalker, effy smiled just a bit. before she could so much as shift her weight from one foot to the other, however, aaron was up. how… what… how did he do that so fast!? it was like… dwight schrute had mated with a meerkat and somehow produced an incredibly attractive ninja baby that grew into… aaron. weird. but she really didn’t have too much time to mull that over, since the beast of a man was suddenly sprinting towards her. effy cringed, afraid he was going to knock her into a wall or something, before she was trapped in aaron’s arms and a thousand kisses were being pressed all over her neck and face. she laughed happily, burying her face momentarily in his warm, familiar neck before he pulled slightly away. aaron’s hands slid comfortably down to effy’s waist as her own wrapped gently around his neck. she returned his brief kiss with a smile—holy crap could he make her more happy? was that even possible? “you didn’t tell me you were getting out early today!” he accused, and effy shrugged. ‘getting out early’… for good behavior? she smiled at the connection she’d just made in that tiny blonde head of hers. “geez, aaron, it’s not prison! it’s just work, is all” effy paused for a moment, scrunching her face up into a pensive look. that sounded like a fight-starter, didn’t it? there were about a thousand reasons effy didn’t want to fight with aaron right now, the most important of which was that he was sort of right. “wait… no. actually, it sort of is. …sorry, digression.” shrugging, she looked back up at the giant. “i would have been much more prepared…” a look of shock crossed the little blonde’s face, but not because her feet were suddenly lifted a few inches off the ground. wrapping her legs around aaron’s waist, effy looked down at her fiancée’s familiar brown eyes, smiling. “you mean you would have been wearing a leopard-print loincloth and laying seductively on a circular lovin’ bed!?!?”

somehow, he managed to walk backwards all the way to the bedroom, while carrying the admittedly small blonde without really taking his eyes off of her. impressive. “i finished some paintings today,” he said softly, and effy had the sudden urge to leap out of his arms and sprint into his art studio to look at them. there were few things in the world that effy loved more than looking at aaron snyder’s newest creations. one of those things, however, was smurfing him. so, despite her strange and borderline uncontrollable desire, effy remained still, her legs clamped relentlessly around his waist. “you’ll have to check them out later,” he continued in a whisper. after a short pause, effy smiled and gasped. “…oh! by later, you mean… you have a better idea of what i should do right now?” the smile didn’t leave her lips as she gently kicked the bedroom door shut with her bare foot. being placed gently on the bed, effy let her hands slide down so they were cupped gently around the nape of aaron’s neck as he lay carefully on top of her. somehow, the enormous man, who was significantly more than a foot taller than effy was and probably a hundred pounds heavier, balanced himself so carefully over her that she could feel just about every inch of his perfect self on what would soon be her very nake skin, but none of his weight. “i missed you today.” hearing aaron snyder whisper stuff like that made the little blonde swoon like a teenage fangirl, but she tried to keep it together. “yeah, welcome to my world,” she replied casually with a light smile as aaron’s hand trailed gently down to her waist. god, she could spend forever like this. effy could feel the cool silver of her engagement ring just barely touching the skin of aaron’s neck, and she hoped he noticed it, too. every time the blonde caught a glimpse of her own hand, she got distracted thinking about her impending wedding. it was really hard to believe that she had ever wanted not to marry aaron snyder. that just seemed ridiculous. pulling her lips away from aaron’s, where they had really been going at it pretty ferociously, effy paused. “wait a second. this is probably an inappropriate time to bring it up, but before i forget…” she smiled, expertly rolling over so she was balanced on top of aaron. pulling off her tee shirt and letting her thin legs slide to either side of his torso, effy bent down to kiss his lips briefly. “we should invite simon to the wedding. sorry, that’s all.” and with that, she became completely distracted by both aaron’s lips, and the buttons on his flannel shirt that really needed to be undone right about now. right in the middle of another fantastic and satisfying kiss, effy pulled away. but this time, she wasn’t smiling. “wait.” rolling off of aaron and standing up, effy ran into the bathroom with a look of obvious terror on her face. “shit,” she muttered under her breath. “shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. what… fuck!” she was fumbling psychotically through the medicine cabinet and all of her other personal belongings, before pulling the cell phone out of her pocket that had actually been there the whole time. “what.. fucking.. what is today’s date!?!?!” she cried. the talking, voice-activated alarm clock that effy had gotten aaron as a sort-of joke for hanukkah one year heard her loud and clear. whenever effy would go to aaron’s apartment when they first became friends, she would become incredibly frustrated that he didn’t own a clock for her to constantly know what time it was. therefore, she’d presented him with one of eight really crappy presents that year—a ridiculous alarm clock that responded when you asked it a question about the date or time. “thursday, june fourth.” the voice, which effy had completely forgotten about, since she’d given him that thing years ago, made the little blonde jump, and thus, her little silver cell phone slid out of her hand and into the toilet. “fuck!!!!!!” she screamed at the top of her tiny, tiny lungs, for more than just the reason that her phone had fallen into the toilet.

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[queen bee.]

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--- logan kinkaide has been accepted.
--- don't forget to visit the claims board first.
--- thank you for joining, and welcome to the sleepless city.

x.o. anna

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