A man lives a long enough life, especially a violent, itinerant life, he gets a lot of names. Enkidu, Cain, Beowulf, Koschei, among a great many others. Most recently he's gone by Logan. He's ancient and deathless, born to a tribe long since lost to the Earth, in a time recorded only in the most obscure histories. He has no memory of how old he truly is, barely able to recall more than the past few decades.

For the most part he looks like a normal man. His ears are pointed, though well hidden beneath shaggy locks. His eyeteeth are a touch too long and sharp. Though he looks like a rough sort of man he doesn't have a single scar, nor any marks of any sort. He moves with all the sleek, predatory ease of a big cat, he has the poise and grace of a dancer. He's faster, stronger and tougher than any man. He can see in the dark, hear sounds at higher frequencies and rangers than any human, and his olfaction is only matched by particularly perceptive bears.

All that, though, pales beside his true gifts. Logan is immortal. There's no toxin or disease that can do more than annoy him. He can regenerate any form of tissue in seconds and minutes. Logan's bone structure naturally includes an array of retractable bone-claws.

Logan might not remember his entire life, the trauma of being flayed alive, bathed in molten metal and then subjected to horrendous psychological conditioning having done his memory no good, but he is an old soul all the same. Skills and processional memories have remained intact, so that he's something of a polymath, being fluent in a dizzying array of dead and current languages, skilled in all manner of obsolete crafts and games, master of a hundred martial arts. It doesn't give a man much peace when he can read tablets in a museum as easily as he does the morning paper. Searching for who he truly is has long been an obsession of his, proving that he's a lot more human than he thinks.

He identifies as Canadian Métis, having some memories of having served in the Great War as a Canadian infantryman. Like a lot of vets he’s been left to fend for himself. He’s a cynic and a misanthrope but does have a soft spot for lost causes, not that he ever admits to it. In spite of being a literal killing machine, he’s got a very strong code of ethics.