Logan is a rather unremarkable man. He keeps his face shaved and dresses ruggedly. His hair is usually unkept and his frail body is usually needing a bath from days on the road. He fancies himself a ladies man with a silver tongue; however, his reclusiveness usually brings him to stick his boot in his mouth.
Logan doesn't remember much these days. For as long as he can remember, he has been wondering around making a living by his blades. Recently, he has been working for the local lord as a marshal patroling the nearby wilderness. It's a decent wage which keeps him in a home and whiskey whenever he needs it.
When his thoughts turn to things beyond his immediate needs, he always ponders why it is that he can remember his name and his skills with a blade but not where he got them. Even more disturbing is why his palms sweet everytime he goes into a cellar, is served jam, or sees a diamond. Maybe one day he will know. Until then, he will make his way the best way he knows how. By the sword.
I just realized with the name and amnesia thing that he sounds like a total Wolverine rip off but that is merely an accident
As of late, Logan has taken a position as a road warden for Baron Stockmer of Harkenwold. His assignment is covering the King's Road between Fallcrest and Harkenwold.