Logan, Destroyer of Worlds

[Logan]

Logan​

NAME: Logan

FACTION: The Primeval

RANK: God among men.

SPECIES: Lugubraa

AGE: 69

SEX: N/A, masculine personality.

HEIGHT: 1.7m

WEIGHT: Heavy enough.

EYES: N/A

HAIR: N/A

SKIN: Deep violet and grey.

FORCE SENSITIVE: Nope.


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STRENGTHS:

• [+] Mitosis: Lugubraa are biological factories. Just one of them will create "splitlings," and a few Lugubraa in a location can amass to massive quantities in a very short period of time. Logan is the same. He is constantly "giving birth" to more and more children. They serve their daddy well.
• [+] Endurance: Logan's got some real thick skin and those muscles of his are pretty jacked too.
• [+] Einstein: He's a pretty smart dude, Logan is. Not book smarts in any sense but street smarts and common sense.

WEAKNESSES:

• [-] The Good Succ: That gaping maw needs to be filled with food. Often. Very, very often.
• [-] Blind: No eyes. Logan sees things with numerous spots on the side of his head, which can see thermal signatures.
• [-] Not That Smart: In Lugubra standards, he's as smart as one can get. To the rest of the galaxy, his education and street smarts are an entirely different thing.

APPEARANCE:
Logan, the gaping maw of a creature, stands well over the rest of his kind. While he isn't so large when compared to the rest of the galaxy, he is clearly the alpha in terms of the Lugubraa species. Rather than a larval white that the rest of his species possesses, he's a darker grey and violet shade that makes him stand out even more. A razor-filled mouth, four arms, and a penchant for eating anything sums up what it means to be Logan.

BIOGRAPHY:
To eat, or not to eat, that is the question.

Whoever said that, Logan probably ate them.

For Logan, life was on the simpler side for most of his years in this galaxy. Standing guard for long periods of time, watching these strange sacks of meat venture out across the galaxy in meaningless ways. And food. Lots and lots of it. He really liked to eat anything, usually whatever was the closest thing to him, or whatever would fit into that gaping maw of his. But meat, meat, that was something he lived for. Succulent morsels of muscle, fat, tissue, blood, and marrow. It was simply, utterly delicious.

And so, he lived long and happy. When he was old enough and smart enough like the elders, but not exactly like them, he began to hire out his own horde to people. If they needed things gone, or people gone for a quick buck, Logan would happily oblige and send his children off to conquer or consume whatever stood in their way.

But one day, Logan realized something. He wasn't as dumb as the rest of the galaxy thought.

Lugubraa were smart. They were powerful. They were numerous.


NOTABLE POSSESSIONS:

• Viscera Scattergun

SHIP:

• N/A

KILLS:

• N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:

• N/A

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ROLE-PLAYS:

• N/A