Lo Covington

Birthday:
February 2, 1990

Occupation:
Paralegal Assistant, specializing in real estate closings and going to school to get her real estate license.

Hometown:
Ashwick Groves, Conneticut

Personality:
Controlling, persistent, confident, and proud, Lo is typically seen as a girl with high self-esteem and sometimes seen as a little too bossy. She is happiest when she is the center of attention and holding the power, but aside from her more pushy side, she's not all bad. Lo loves deeply, though not often and she'll likely kill for the few she does love and trust. Untrusting, she finds that her mother's decision to leave her has left her somewhat skeptical of others and values people's actions far above their words. Lo is the sort of girl that will set up tests for people and usually they are designed for the other to fail so that she can tell herself that she was right all along. At times, she subconsciously pushes people away. Especially people she thinks that could potentially harm her, emotionally. Lo's biggest fear is being vulnerable and tries her best to avoid vulnerability at every cost. She puts on a big smile and laughs a lot to mask the darkness beyond. Her tough exterior is painted in pink glitter to soften the harshness and plastered with sarcasm and jokes to fill in the cracks. She is always down for a good time and her sense of humor can tend towards the raunchy side. With Lo, you typically know if she likes you or not. She's not the sort of girl to beat around the bush. Being a confident, cheeky young lady, the blonde is also not too shy about getting what she wants. Generally, you either love or hate Lo.

Talents/Skills:
TBA

Quirks/Habits:
TBA

Family History:
Growing up is never easy for anyone, but some have it a little harder than others.

Logan Covington was born to Lorraine Hale and Edgar Covington on a cold winter morning on the second of February 1990. Her mother, a nurse at the local hospital, and her father, a carpenter who enjoyed flipping houses, were at the peck of the mountain of happiness. The only place to go from there was down. And unfortunately, they didn't just fall; they tumbled down like  an avalanche.

After Logan Marie-Belle Covington entered the word, Lorraine suffered from postpartum anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder (which is not to be confused with postpartum depression). Being away from her only child caused her near physical pain. Just the thought of leaving her alone for five minutes in the next room worried her. At first, the couple chalked it up to being a new motherhood and the nature anxieties any woman might feel with a new born. The thought, however, of leaving her child brought Lorraine to tears. She spent endless nights waking up every so often to check on her bald headed child asleep in her crib. The attractive blonde would place her soft hand on her resting child to make sure she was still breathing. Thoughts of her suffocating keeping her awake for hours on end.

Most new parents go without sleep, but Lorraine was really stretching it. Often times, the couple would start arguing because Logan's mother didn't want to allow any to hold her, not even the child's father. The times she did allowed him to hold her, she would fuss so much over how he was holding her or the way he moved or what he was doing that he'd soon give in and hand his child back over to his wife to quell her anxieties. No one, not even Edgar, was allowed to change her diaper or make Lo's bottle because 'no one did it right'. And in those few times she managed to let sleep over take her, she would wake in a panic with night sweats after dreaming about all the horrible things that could happen to her precious child.

Months went past and Lorraine didn't get better. Edgar insisted his wife see a doctor. Something was wrong. New mother's weren't this anxious or disturbed over their child. Lorraine fervently refused. There was nothing wrong with her. She loved her child. They was nothing wrong in loving one's child. She was a nurse, she knew what was and wasn't healthy, she would argue. It wasn't till the exhaustion got the better of her that she finally caved.

After a simple trip to the grocery store, Lorraine had crashed the car into a ditch after falling alseep at the wheel with Lo in the backseat. No one was harmed, but the car had been wrecked beyond repair. The whole ordeal had sent Lorraine into hysterics. She could have killed her beloved daughter or even herself. She could no longer deny her husband's requests and finally found medical attention.

The doctor diagnosed her with PPA (postpartum anxiety) which got her two heavy subscriptions to Zoloft and Klonopin and an order for serious therapy to deal with the parts that couldn't be solved by any pill. In these sessions, she was also diagnosed with being obsessive compulsive with her PPA as she often had terrible thoughts of how her child could come to an end and would avoid doing basic care just to keep her safe. In the time that Lorriane was fixing her personal problems, Edgar was suffering in the workplace. The risky housing market had caused him several financial losses. Too many. He decided to finish his last few projects and find a more stable income. He found work at the Ashwick Cemetery as the grounds keeper (people inevitably die) and has been there since.

Lorraine slowly got better with medicine and tri-weekly sessions with a therapist. Sleep came more easily and readily. She slept through the night, so long as Logan allowed, and sometimes she even slept through her cries--allowing Edgar to take care of it. After a few months of therapy, she even managed to go back to work at the hospital part-time. As Lorraine came back around to her old self, the couple's fights turned from being about her disorders to money.

The rift between them grew stronger. Edgar wasn't making nearly as much with his grounds keeper job and Lorraine's therapy bills were starting to add up as well as the mortgage and the other bills. With Lorraine seemingly better, they fought about her need to keep up with the money consuming sessions and her spending habits. Edgar wasn't without his own faults. He was slopping and couldn't seem to understand what his wife was going through.

Their rift bigger until they ultimately began to drift apart completely. Once a happy couple in love; now turned two strangers trying to stick together for the sake of their child. Truthfully, Mr. Covington tried to mend their broken pieces. There was the part of him that still loved his wife. The woman she used to be, but he was having a hard time dealing with this woman. He tried to draw the woman he married back to the surface. Drew he bubble-baths, brought her breakfast in bed, rubbed her feet after a long shift, but it didn't work. Lorraine would always find something negative to say or something he had done wrong. In those final days of their relationship, it seemed as if she was always looking for a fight and pushing her husband away. And maybe, just maybe, she was?

When Logan was just shy of three years old, Lorraine Covington packed her bags and left the sleep town of Ashwick Groves. Edgar begged friends for contact information on his wife, but they insisted they had not heard word from her. A couple months past with no word from Lorraine and Edgar put up a missing person's report, but that went nowhere. According to the Ashwick Police Department, Lorraine Covington was a grown women who seemingly left town on her own terms. That did not constitute as a missing persons and they wouldn't bother wasting their time on a person that did not want to be found.

As the dust settled in the Covington home, the realization that Lorraine wouldn't be coming back also settled. Edgar found himself with something he knew little about: a little girl. The wake of his wife's presence was sorely felt. At night his daughter would wake up crying out for her mom. The first few months, she wouldn't sleep in her crib and even then she wouldn't get much sleep, crying for her mom's warm embrace and soft, gentle tone. And then she'd ask with her tiny voice, "Where is Mommy?" An answer Edgar couldn't find the right words for and chose silence instead. And even as years began to slowly pass, she'd still cry for her mother, especially when getting a boo-boo. Those deep sorrowful cries of "I want my mama!" in between hiccups as she cradled her injury. What could he do, but kiss it to make it better? How could he tell her mama wasn't coming back?

Edgar would readily admit that he wasn't exactly knowledgeable on all things girly, but he tried his best to entertain his little princess. They didn't have much growing up, but he made sure she had everything she needed. Even if that meant doing odds and ends for different residents in town and getting some side carpentry jobs on his time off to make up for what he didn't make working at the cemetery.

Lorraine Covington never came back to Ashwick Grove. Never sent so much as a letter or gave her daughter a phone call (though their phone number never changed). As she matured, she questioned her father about her mother, but he never seemed much to talk about it. He usually avoided the subject as much as possible or gave her vague returns. Nothing really ever added up for the blonde. Lo imagined what happened and it wasn't pretty.

There were fragments of memories of her mother. The delicate features of her face that mirrored her own and the bright, loving smile that always enveloped her face. Every night she would tuck Logan in and tickle her sides to make her giggle before calming her down with a kiss. And just before she drifted off, her mother would whisper in her ear "You are my heart and soul. I love you more than all the stars in the sky."  The sound of her laughter sometimes echoed in the confines of her mind and she could still remember the pretty way she smelled. Lo could never put her finger on that smell. It must have been her perfume, she supposed.

And in between all these loving memories, she could never forget that the woman left her.

But how could anyone say they loved you and then leave you behind like yesterday's news? Logan knew her mother was gone and she knew that she'd left without so much as a goodbye, but she never understood what she did wrong. She never understood why her mother stopped loving her. Was she really that easy to leave behind? Why couldn't she have taken her with her? Or come back for her? Or at least left a letter of explanation?

Romantic History:
Since her dad didn't know how to raise a girl, he didn't spend much time on the subject of sex. Typically, he just told Lo to stay far away from the opposite sex. She wasn't technically allowed to date till she was sixteen, but she didn't exactly follow those rules. In fact, her lack of knowledge made her curious. School education was not cutting it, as far as Lo was concerned. Everything seemed to be about sex. Sex this and sex that.

Being a naive fifteen year old with a strong curiosity for the thing everyone was so consumed by, she decided her and her boyfriend at the time should have sex. When she told him of her plans, he choked on his dinner. In true Lo fashion, she said it matter-of-factly. "We should have sex," with an affirmative nod to her statement. "Tonight". She'll never forget the look on his poor face. At the time, she had thought it was kind of cute. These days, the thought brings a humorous smile to her lips. It was no fairytale. They were both virgins. It was a sloppy, horrific mess, but in the end they both came out non-virgins. Lo thought sex would get better somehow, but it didn't and she decided to drop him and maybe see if he was the problem.

Pursuing different men, it took her several years to find the true beauty in sex. Most of the guys in her early years were so green to sex that it made everything awkward. It was all limbs, bumping, and clumsiness. Nothing smooth and ease. Nothing that made her toes curls and her words jumble as her breath was swept from her lungs and her insides tightened like a string on a guitar. When she finally got that kind of sex it was with a man near twice her age that she'd met in the office. She was just barely nineteen, but she'll never forget the first time she had an orgasm. It was unlike anything she had experienced before. For a girl that enjoyed being in control, she loved those few second of pure madness where the world turned upside down and she was spinning out of control and her limbs went numb and waves crashed over her.

From then, she's been in a few simple relations. None of them have been serious. In fact, she's never truly been in a serious relationship. Having a missing mother has somewhat tainted her ideals on love. If someone as close as her own mother could tell her she loved her and then leave her, why wouldn't a man? How could anyone truly love her? How could she ever truly love someone else? It didn't seem realistic and Lo's pretty realistic. Typically, she goes on lots of dates and if there's an event that requires a date, she's never stag. The few simple relations she has are always under wraps. Lo keeps her real trysts fairly private besides her few close friends that know. Some would label Lo a tease and they wouldn't be wrong. She relishes the control that teasing gives her and the arm's length it keeps her at. She doesn't find the negative in being seen as a 'tease' or causing 'blue balls'. Lo gets off from watching people want her.

Struggles:
TBA

Portrayal:
The lovely Miss Candice Accola