[The Z]

Logan Wright

A shorter but stouter man than most, Logan has made his living skulking through the back alleys of cities across the world. Born to two overly devout Catholics in Quebec, he ran away in his early teens, sick of hearing how God would smite him if he stole again. But his philosophy was that some things weren't worth buying and thus, he continually got free meals from the local diner, not to mention a new set of clothes every month. After being chased across the continent and forgetting how to speak French, he slipped across the border and began to aspire to greatness outside of common burglary.

Stealing priceless artifacts, (often mystical or religiously important to a broad array of cultures) and selling them to wealthy playboys in the United States became his trade. Whether it's breaking into old Pharoahs' tombs or desecrating Mayan pyramids he's seen it all; and none of the supposed "magic" from other cultures had ever affected him - he didn't believe in mystical or fantastical beings. Of late, business has been a little slow and any job is a welcome relief from the boredom of shoplifting food and other necessities.

When an anonymous letter was slipped under his apartment door, claiming great riches to be found from the mysterious aristocracy in Louisiana, Logan found himself in front of a bar on the edge of the New Orleans harbour, seeking information on this "mystical" upper class group. Armed with nothing but a switchblade and a pittance of money, he began interrogating the gamblers and drunkards inside.