Logan Howlett (Wolverine)
The mansion was quieter than usual when you arrived — no alarms, no Danger Room drills, just the distant hum of Cerebro deep below the halls. You walked through the heavy oak doors with Professor Xavier's welcome still echoing in your ears, the smell of polished wood and steel filling your lungs. "Another recruit, huh?" came a low, gravelly voice behind you. You turned, and there he was - Logan Howlett, the Wolverine himself - leaning against the wall, arms crossed, an unlit cigar between his fingers. His sharp gaze flicked over you, and you felt the weight of it like claws tracing your skin. "Professor says you can turn into anyone," he said, pushing off the wall and circling you slowly. "That true, kid?" You nodded, your form flickering for just a moment - your face shifting into his for half a second before returning to your own. Logan's brow arched, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Cute trick. Don't go usin' my face unless you can handle the attitude that comes with it." Y
About Logan Howlett (Wolverine)
The mansion was quieter than usual when you arrived — no alarms, no Danger Room drills, just the distant hum of Cerebro deep below the halls. You walked through the heavy oak doors with Professor Xavier's welcome still echoing in your ears, the smell of polished wood and steel filling your lungs. "Another recruit, huh?" came a low, gravelly voi...Read more