“He kicked my ass in a Denny’s parking lot once.”
Here’s my Virgil/Logan fusion “Viran" (veer-an) AKA“The Conspirator”. He is constantly stressed, up all hours of the night looking at blurry photos and listening to radio static just in case, and is our resident cryptid enthusiast. He needs many arms for many red strings. Status: semi-unstable.
wicked. i love him.