ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ᴘᴇʀᴀʟᴛᴀ ᴀᴄᴏꜱᴛᴀ | ᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇʟᴏʙʀᴜxᴏ
I.
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NAME ; Logan Lucero Peralta Acosta
DOB ; 10th August 2014
NATIONALITY ; Chilean
RESIDENCE ; Valparaiso, Chile
BLOOD-STATUS ; 25% Veela
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ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ?
ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
II.
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APPEARANCE ; Raised climbing rooftops and getting by with meagre meals, the girl was naturally quite lean and athletic, standing at roughly 5'3. She has a tanned mocha complexion and thick dark hair that falls in stormy waves around her face. Her locks fall down to her shoulder blades, often tied up or decorated with little braids, slightly sun-bleached. Her mother had always insisted she kept it long, though it got in her way more often than not. Her impossible brown eyes are close to black, though in the light, they filter like warm honey and topaz. Her cheeks are full and dotted with a few beauty marks, ideal for grandmothers to pinch. ───────────────────────────────────
NAME ; Logan Lucero Peralta Acosta
DOB ; 10th August 2014
NATIONALITY ; Chilean
RESIDENCE ; Valparaiso, Chile
BLOOD-STATUS ; 25% Veela
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ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ?
ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
II.
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PERSONALITY ; Logan is an entrepreneurial spirit, chasing the highs of adventure and adrenaline with infectious zeal. Charming, sly and prone to trouble, she enjoys spending her days climbing where she ought not to be and getting to know strangers. Though often lost to the world of fantasy and daring exploration, she is a hard-headed and sisterly character. With a strong moral compass and dedication to her loved ones, Logan believes first and foremost that home is where the heart is. She would give anything for her mother, her community and her chosen family. Undyingly loyal and brave to a fault, she longs one day to travel the world and chase the horizon.
Despite her warm demeanour, Logan tends to nickle-and-dime others for their trust, holding grudges when she feels her openness and altruism goes overlooked. She believes in reciprocity, and when others are hard to crack open, she tends to take it as a personal affront. She can be abrasive and "too-much" at times, never truly knowing when to quit. Her stubbornness can be equal parts endearing and irritating.
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ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛ? ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴏʟʏᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴀꜰꜰɪʀᴍɪɴɢ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ
ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
III.
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HISTORY ; Born to Soledad Rosario Acosta on a warm August night, Logan was brought up in a strange situation. Her mother described her conception as a miracle borne from an unfortunate situation. Her father was absent, and Sole left his reasons why up to Logan's embittered imagination. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛ? ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴏʟʏᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴀꜰꜰɪʀᴍɪɴɢ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ
ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
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Despite the gaping hole in her family tree, Logan's upbringing was far too busy to dwell long on the fact. Her life hardly felt empty at all, with a village to raise her and fill in those gaps. Valparaiso was a vibrant and eclectic back-garden for Logan to find trouble in as a child. Though Sole worked long hours as a waitress and driving instructor, their home was always filled with song and laughter.
Logan grew up learning that her contributions mattered and hard work went a long way. Raised to be strong and to rely on others when needed, she placed even greater importance on being a rock for others when they needed her in return. She would earn pocket money from fishermen for carrying crates, she would babysit and tutor children after school, and she'd take on odd jobs here and there to supplement her mother's paychecks. It was difficult for her to feel like she was raised by a single mother when she had aunties, uncles, grandmothers and grandfathers at every street corner teaching her to tie knots, watching her after school and spoiling her with food.
By age eleven she had garnered quite the reputation amongst her neighbourhood. Dubbed "La Alcaldesa" or "the Mayor", her name was uttered wherever a debt was owed, a bike needed fixing or groceries needed carrying. Though the nickname was teasing, it filled the girl with confidence knowing she was trusted and relied upon. She'd never forget the first time a fisherman handed her the keys to his boat, or when a market vendor trusted her with the day's cash deposits. Responsibility was not some vague amorphous thing bestowed upon you when you turned 18 - you could prove you deserved it.
FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC ; One day smokey summer evening, Logan had been out on the docks, helping to moor ships into the harbour. Her 'dock uncle', a weather-worn old man called Osvaldo Rojas, was carrying cargo off of the boat when he tripped over a loose cable. 10-year-old Logan let out an involuntary yell; in spite of his years of sea-faring and rough-housing, the man was too fragile to take such a fall. She lurched forward, unsure whether she could even catch him in time. By some higher power, the wooden planks beneath him seemed to soften like molten marshmallow, softening his fall and catching him as Logan rushed to his aid. The old sailor could hardly sit up and Logan had to pull him from the ground, as if he'd been stuck to it. The pair hardly dwelled on the strange miracle, as they mourned the loss of a barrel of perfectly good fish.
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ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴇᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴏʜ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
ᴏʜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
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VEELA ; Logan for the majority of her life considered herself human through and through. She bled the same as anyone else when she scraped her knees. Teardrops of scarlet matched any other when she cut her palms scaling trees or playing football. She did notice however a strange fog-like miasma that seemed to follow her, altering the way others perceived her. She would get away with more, be trusted more. Her mother often told her that women and girls had a special ability to forge bonds with others, to sway people's minds, and to pull people in. Hence, of course, women were simply magnetic, social creatures Logan had always admired. But this ability of hers was beyond her own understanding of mere feminine charm. Logan was not religious, nor was she very superstitious, but she simply sensed something was very wrong.ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴇᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴏʜ, ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
ᴏʜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
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It was as if at times she could truly get away with anything. With a flicker of eye contact, furious teachers would melt before her, excusing her while punishing others. Classmates would fall over themselves to pair up with her for projects, or to sit with her at lunch. Logan was amicable enough, enjoying the opportunity to meet new people, though over time it began to unnerve her. As she drew unwanted affection from boys her age, Logan was physically repulsed. Aunties would dotingly tell her she would appreciate it one day, but all it did was develop a deep feeling of unease and distrust when others expressed their feelings towards her. It was as if they were hypnotised against their own better judgement; they were not choosing Logan for her own strengths and flaws. Growing up learning that trust was earned became a bittersweet thing, given she could never truly tell if she was earning anything. And so, she strove to work ten times as hard. To deserve the praise.
It was only when she finally met her elusive father, Santiago Peralta, that Logan gained some insight into what she'd grown up experiencing. The man was half-Veela. The word ricocheted around her head for weeks on end. Her suspicions had in fact been right - none of that affection was genuine. It was some genetic defect, not her wit or her words that gained her respect. She grew suspicious of romantic advances, secretly jealous and hypervigilant when observing those around her. Her classmates fawned over her more, explaining that Veelas are envied and deathly beautiful creatures, akin to sirens luring sailors into their demises with their song. They tried to persuade her to love this gift rather than resent it. Logan could hardly trust their words anymore. She hated not feeling like she had won their love and that her own merit seemed irrelevant. She would rather die a lovestruck pirate than a conniving mermaid; no one else could make sense of her logic, but it resonated to her and that was all that mattered.
Only her father could guide her through her complex feelings, given he was the only one who was in the same proverbial boat. Her animosity towards him left his words futile against Logan's raging distrust - but with time, she would come to accept her fate. Though she would be cursed to never truly understand why her loved ones loved her, she was determined to be worthy of it. She never would come to appreciate the male attention however.
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ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.
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ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ᴘᴇʀᴀʟᴛᴀ ᴀᴄᴏꜱᴛᴀ | ᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇʟᴏʙʀᴜxᴏ
SKILLSET ;
STA 5 ; EVA 7 ; STR 4 ; WIS 6 ; ARC 1 ; ACC 7
PART-VEELA ;
01. Alluring
Known language ; Veela
02. Muggle Condition
STA 5 ; EVA 7 ; STR 4 ; WIS 6 ; ARC 1 ; ACC 7
PART-VEELA ;
01. Alluring
Known language ; Veela
02. Muggle Condition
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OR TWO . I'D LIKE TO DO THE SAME FOR YOU ... IT'S NICE TO HEAR YOU SAY "HELLO" AND "HOW ARE THINGS WITH YOU ? I LOVE YOU" . BUT VERY SOON IT'S TIME TO GO .
OR TWO . I'D LIKE TO DO THE SAME FOR YOU ... IT'S NICE TO HEAR YOU SAY "HELLO" AND "HOW ARE THINGS WITH YOU ? I LOVE YOU" . BUT VERY SOON IT'S TIME TO GO .