Logan Masters. It was a name that made one think of strength. It sounded at once rugged and refined. It was a name one would expect of the handsome protagonist in some romantic adventure movie. Interesting that the name would be attached not to the town's local Don Juan, but rather a humble artist and vagabond.
Logan had left LA years ago. He started biking his way across America, not entirely sure what he was looking for or when and if he'd ever settle down. As the chill of October drew in, Logan found himself in a reasonably large New England town. He wasn't quite what state he was in. Massachussetts, possibly Rhode Island. He hadn't been paying much attention to the road signs. He did know one thing: Halloween was coming up. And Halloween would be a great time to make a little extra cash.
He imagined he looked an odd figure when he parked his motorcycle and shouldered the back backpack and bass guitar that he never let out of his sight. He stood about 6'5" tall and had a deep tan from all his time on the road. His hair grew into a shaggy mane of dark curls that hung past his shoulders. He was about due for a trim. His beard was being lost in the stubble on his cheeks, so he'd have to get that taken care of as well. His clothes were travelworn, but not too dirty. Against the cold he wore he an old bomber's jacket and his helmet was replaced with a well-loved wide-brimmed hat.
The building he stepped into was a quaint diner. Not really rustic, but not the sort of place that would be made into a chain either. The warm air inside was comforting after the bitter cold he'd been in all day. It was late afternoon, and Logan's russet eyes swept the room before a host seated him. He had eaten much that day, and was looking forward to a hot meal.
While in town, he'd have to see if there was any work for a magician at Halloween parties...
OOC: Thread is open to one female character. Logan is in his mid-twenties, and I'd like to have a girl around the same age willing to do a couple of fun Halloween scenes.
Logan had left LA years ago. He started biking his way across America, not entirely sure what he was looking for or when and if he'd ever settle down. As the chill of October drew in, Logan found himself in a reasonably large New England town. He wasn't quite what state he was in. Massachussetts, possibly Rhode Island. He hadn't been paying much attention to the road signs. He did know one thing: Halloween was coming up. And Halloween would be a great time to make a little extra cash.
He imagined he looked an odd figure when he parked his motorcycle and shouldered the back backpack and bass guitar that he never let out of his sight. He stood about 6'5" tall and had a deep tan from all his time on the road. His hair grew into a shaggy mane of dark curls that hung past his shoulders. He was about due for a trim. His beard was being lost in the stubble on his cheeks, so he'd have to get that taken care of as well. His clothes were travelworn, but not too dirty. Against the cold he wore he an old bomber's jacket and his helmet was replaced with a well-loved wide-brimmed hat.
The building he stepped into was a quaint diner. Not really rustic, but not the sort of place that would be made into a chain either. The warm air inside was comforting after the bitter cold he'd been in all day. It was late afternoon, and Logan's russet eyes swept the room before a host seated him. He had eaten much that day, and was looking forward to a hot meal.
While in town, he'd have to see if there was any work for a magician at Halloween parties...
OOC: Thread is open to one female character. Logan is in his mid-twenties, and I'd like to have a girl around the same age willing to do a couple of fun Halloween scenes.
