Positive: Protective, loyal, dependable, trustworthy, confident, adventurous

Negative: Guarded, stubborn, can be too proud, rulebreaker, arrogant, can be a bit overprotective of his brother

I am a very confident man who takes a lot of pride in my appearance and can come off as arrogant in the process. I will protect my brother and sister with no questions asked and am very good at keeping secrets, especially for my brother and sister. I can be very overprotective of them as well, but now that they're both coming into their own selves, I'm trying my best to let them handle things on their own. I will be right there to jump in if I see they definitely need the help though. My loyalty is unrivaled. If you're lucky enough to have me on your side, you won't have to worry about where those loyalties lie and you would be able to always depend on me. However, I'm extremely guarded and don't let people in easily. Not only that, but I am not afraid to break rules if it'll help him or his siblings.

I was the first born of a Magizoologist named Zevidiah. While I was my father's first born, I was actually my mother's, a Magizoologist named Zarah, second born child. I have an older sister named Michaela. I didn't really grow up with my sister, but my parents made sure to love me unconditionally and wholly. It wasn't but a year later that my brother, Zane, was born and my family seemed complete then. However, about four years after my brother was born, I got a baby sister, Deserene. My mother would travel to visit my half sister, Michaela, often, but she made sure that when she was with me, my brother, and my sister, we were showered with love and attention.

As a baby, I was always happy and loved toys that let me bang on them. It could be anything from a little tool set with a hammer that you could hammer pieces through the holes and then back again or anything that would make noise when it was hit. My mom would always say that I would be strong when I grew up because I was a strong little baby too. Even when I was a toddler, one of my first memories of my mother was when she was telling me that I was going to be so strong when I grew up and had the biggest smile on her face. And to this day, I think I would have done her proud with how strong, physically, I am.

My siblings and I traveled with our parents all over the place. We were fascinated with Magizoology, or at least all of the magical beasts. Well, at least I was definitely fascinated. I think my siblings did seem to love it too. We learned second hand quite a bit about each animal just by watching our parents and seeing the animals in person. I absolutely loved everything about all the trips I've done with my family. Nothing was ever bad about any of the trips.

Well, that all changed when we went to Arizona though. I was about ten years old and Zane was just a few years younger at seven years old, while Deserene was only three. My parents had to make the trip, and we went along as usual, to find an endangered bird located in the southwestern United States. I could tell my brother found the beast so fascinating, especially when I'd read anything I could find on the beast and became fairly obsessed with it. However, while the trip started out like any other trip, this one ended so tragically, I was changed a bit by it.

My siblings and I were playing away from the camp, but not too far away when we heard our mother's scream. We ran back, but right before we got there, I knew something was wrong. I grabbed my two siblings and hid us, making sure Zane and Deserene stayed quiet as we listened to what sounded like things breaking and someone moving around the camp as well as trying to peek through the foliage. We saw enough through that foliage that we shouldn't have ever had to see. It wasn't until everything was completely silent for a bit that I came out of hiding, telling Zane and Deserene to stay put while I went to go and take a closer look to make sure who we saw get into a vehicle and leave. After I figured it was safe, I got my brother and sister and what we found was the camp ransacked and on fire and our parents were truly dead. I was completely heartbroken and I felt as if I had lost just about everything. Everything, except my siblings.

Besides learning about all the animals, we were taught how to survive in the wilderness since we lived in camps for most of our travels. Never hotels and mostly never near a town. Luckily, we were smart and could figure things out as well since it was three days before anyone even found us. My siblings and I found food to eat, what little food that wasn't ruined by being set on fire. I made sure Zane and Deserene ate first though, and only took enough to stave off starvation for myself. When our dad's friends, who were also members of the covenant, showed up, it felt as if the nightmare had just turned into a more bearable, yet still not a very good, dream. Our parents' funeral happened a few days later in New Orleans, and that was just the beginning of what he felt was going to be a bad dream.

Even though our parents' friends offered to take us in since we had no other blood relatives alive except for our older half-sister, Michaela, because our parents wanted a blood relative to care for us. And so, we were sent to live with Michaela. She didn't even bother to show up to our parents' funeral and she had just been out of school for about a year at this point.

She was pissed that she was now legally our guardian and she didn't hide it either. However, she agreed to it, when she realized that if she really didn't want to do it, she could refuse and we could go with the family that were more than happy to take us in. It was only out of spite, though. And that's when that nightmare began. I was there to take the brunt of it all so Zane and Deserene weren't touched, not while I was around. And I didn't go anywhere without both of my siblings to ensure that for as long as I could. Of course, Michaela started to pick the most opportune times when she got bored with me not reacting the way she wanted to her onslaught. She had gotten into Zane's face on numerous occassions and I even came running after hearing Deserene crying because Michaela had turned her anger on her. That's when I really started to strike back. My brother was about seven at the time and I was ten, so it wasn't as if we were as fragile as our baby sister. She was a tough little girl, but she was only about three at the time. She still needed protection more than any of us. That's when I struck back for the first time. I actually slapped Michaela as hard as I could to get her away from Deserene. As shocked as she was, she just left it all alone.

It was weird for about two days until Michaela came back in full force and got into my face, wanting to teach me a lesson for hitting her. During that encounter, I managed to get her out of the room where I was with Zane and Deserene. It wasn't really anything new of her yelling at us and me willingly taking anything she threw at us. As long as my younger siblings were safe, I was fine with it. That's when she hit back though. She punched me hard. I remember falling against the wall from the shock and power behind it. She didn't stop there though, she kicked me while I was down. When she was done with her tirade, she jetted off to one of her favorite places. I didn't care. She wasn't going to be bothering us anymore, at least for the time she was away. I stayed in that hall for probably a half hour. Zane and Deserene were safe in the room, so I took my time to gather myself before going back into the room. I'm surprised she didn't break my nose, but I did have a black eye from that punch.

As soon as the summer was over, and it felt like a very long summer, Michaela took the opportunity to ship the three of us off to a private elite boarding school. I definitely didn't argue. The three of us were going together, we wouldn't have to deal with Michaela, and we'd be able to have peace for a change. At least anything would've felt like peace after having to deal with Michaela.

Of course, it was short lived, since we ended up going back to my half-sister's house during the summer. My siblings and I tried to just stick by ourselves while back at that dreaded mansion. Michaela seemed to hardly be home during that time anyway, taking vacations like she usually did to the Bahamas or any other Caribbean island she set her sights on. Right before we headed back to school for the new term, Zane confided in me about being an empath and how everything from the time of losing our parents really affected him. We stayed up and reminisced way later than either of us probably should have that night, but I could tell my brother seemed to feel a little better to be able to at least get that off his chest.

Before we knew it, we were about to head out the door the next day when we were told that Michaela died in a plane crash. I had really no emotion to the news. Truthfully, I was grateful. There really wasn't anything I could do about it anyway except make sure my siblings were alright. The three of us headed to the school and not long after we were getting settled into our routines for the year, our parents' covenant came and took us in. I can't say leaving the school was hard. I just wanted to make sure my siblings were taken care of and safe. Sure, I made friends, but I was alright with living my life with people who truly cared for us.

Being back with the covenant, it seemed life became even more simpler. We learned about the magical power that we possessed. I was diligent in reading and learning as much as I could about that and finally I felt happy again. Our parents were missed by the covenant, deeply, and we were encouraged to remember them. I had no complaints anymore either. And as years passed, finally when I turned 18, guardianship of my siblings fell to me. It was as if our parents were helping whatever divine spirits to help us get to that point so we could stay together.

Six years have passed since then and something happened. On New Year's Eve, our reality was twisted and changed. We're now cut off from the world as we knew it. It was as if it was a new world, but filled with other covenants and other supernatural beings. New Orleans is gone as we know it and now we're in a place called Dark Haven, Kansas. My siblings and I, at least, still have Sanctuary, but I'm not liking having to fight to survive, but I am more than just surviving, I'm hellbent on protecting my siblings.

Logan got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist after he dried his hair. He wiped the foggy mirror with his hand and quickly ran a brush through his short hair. He wasn't too worried about styling it, since he was just going to mess it up anyway after he pulled a shirt over his head.

Instead, he walked out of the bathroom and over to the little dresser where he put what little clothes he could stuff in his saddle bags, an extra pair of pants and a couple of shirts plus some socks. He pulled the towel off of him and dropped it on the floor, not even caring if Angel, who was still asleep in his bed, woke up and saw him in the buff.