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[august-hxart]

( jordan connor, male, he/him )╰ ✧ ˔ ⭒ magic is in the air ! oh wait - that’s just our newest neighbor, AUGUST YOUNG, the 29 year old METAL WORKER WORKER. they’ve been relocated from pastoral city, and so far the locals claim that they’re HARD WORKING and EXTREMELY HOT HEADED, just like CALCIFER from HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE. if you ask me, they seem like the type to enjoy MORNING COFFEES AND CALMING MUSIC. apparently, they are STUBBORN about entering rome pines, and i don’t think their power of FIRE CONTROL will help them this time. let’s just hope they can adjust to the new neighborhood…⭒˔ ╮

Character Biography:

tw: abuse, exorcism

GENERAL

Name: august young

Age: 29

Place of birth: pastoral city

Spoken languages: English, learning ASL, chinese

Sexual orientation: heterosexual

Occupation: metal worker

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Black

Height: 6′4′’

Scars: across back and arms, hands (burns from the false exorcism) 

Tattoos: back of both hands; rose on one and wolf on the other.

FAVOURITE

Color: any of the colors that associate with fall; brownish-reds, deep oranges

Entertainment: watching 80′s movies, cooking, listening to crime podcasts, parties

Pastime: beer pong, movies, flirting, reading

Drink: peach soda and double shot espresso

Character Biography:

tw: abuse, exorcism, harsh religion

Teeth snap, cold kitchen floor covered by broken glass, and a fear that if you don’t stand straight you’d be facing that tile at a much more close proximity. This would be the ruling of a father who was driven by golden liquor and a line of men before him who left him in the exact place that his son was standing before him. August would have been six when this started with his father. Nightly rants about discipline and failures only to turn against them again and again. He could quote his old man to the point that it was a record that played in his head constantly; loud and set a road of brash behavior and closed fists at his sides. The kitchen was where august learned; how to be emotionless, fearless, and above all, how to be angry. The anger was something that ran thick in the family’s blood and boy time did not wear it thin when it came to august. If it wasn’t at his father it was at the world that would grind him down and keep him from being victorious. heart of the demon spirit that fire only grew much stronger.

pastoral was not a small town, and new of magic. but people knew everything, and they all had a set views of rights and wrongs. an one of those wrongs were the august; a boy out of control when it came to his fire. sinful demons is what they have always been known as, and a curse on their town and that was only brought to pure hate toward august who never proved them wrong. always having destroyed everything when his anger set him ablaze. his town figured after so long they had to do something to stop these angry tantrums from continuing to ruin their city. a few pastoral citizens came together to stop the boy who they saw as a danger more than a benefit, wanting to get rid of that anger in him. it was a highly religious man, someone who thought he could fix this rage in the boy and then he would no longer be a threat to their ity. 

one night, when august was 19 he found himself walking home after a football game and before he knew it there was darkness after someone had his him in the back of the head and more dragged him off. if anyone was witness it wasn’t as if they cared to report it. he finally woke up in the a warehouse, men surrounding him, holding buckets of water, or anything to settle a fire. but after getting such a hit to the head the boy was too out of focus to even get his magic going enough to cause damage. then they started. an exorcism was supposed to cast out what everyone had imagined was a demon... only they never knew how wrong they were. only a boy with a mean streak they were burning an innoent victim to just someone who didn’t know how to cope with growing up in a rough household. and after hours of grueling torture on the boy they left him off by taking hot bars and branding his skin with religious symbols on his back, hands, and legs. he had never felt so much pain before in his life and screamed through the night. only they never knew there was no casting out a young boys anger. he was just fire, and tired of not knowing how to control the bad things in his life.

august always knew hatred. it seemed every person hated him, all but one girl he met in the ninth grade. his beaming light who had helped him through every fall in his life. she was perfection in every way, so beautiful, so kind, and never once did she show phoenix fear. they were best friends. and he soon fell madly in love with her only always fearing to express his feelings and have the girl reject him. she had even helped him recover the night the men of the town preformed the exorcism on him. she made sure his wounds healed... even if he would forever have the scars to remind him by.

years of hiding his love came to an end, he was ready to tell her, confident that she had to feel something for him as well. he invited her to come to a place in an old building that they had always hung out, the one place they could be alone. but when he arrived he found she had brought someone she had just started dating, she was going to introduce them in hopes they could all be friends. but this only sent august into a terrible inferno and before he knew it he had set the whole abandoned building ablaze. the girl and the other male had just barely made it out alive and the group of men had enough. they wanted the boy taken in and dealt with whatever cost necessary. and with the random fires going on they only blamed him.

but when they went to get him august had already left. on his way to start over his life and hide from ever being found. he was ashamed of what he had done. once again his actions made people hate him. he traveled for a while and it wasn’t until he walked the streets of  rome pines that he found he could stop running. no one knew of his magic there.

Headcanons

- he does what he can to hide his scars. keeping long sleeves on at all costs he hates to be able to look down and see how he was branded for life to remember what people thought of him.

- when it comes to dress you can image a boy like him doesn’t like to spend much on clothes. turning into a fireball has taught him to live cheap on clothes. the only expensive thing he’s bought were thick jackets mostly of leather or fire resistant materials.

- he doesn’t like to be around much people. but one would see why he is increasingly more harsh toward men. it was men who had always abused him. and he tends to find getting along with them more difficult.

-he is terrified of snakes. something about their bodies freak him out.

-he loves food and drinks though; his favorites being pasta, peach tea, fried chicken, and his absolute favorite thing ever is cinnamon rolls.

-listens to ASMR to sleep; nothing too strange. he ironically loves the sound of rain or anything that reminds him of rain. the sounds tapping sounds get him to fall asleep almost instantly.

-he works as a metal shop worker a few times a week. yeah, a boy who can control fire works around fire. call him basic.

-he loves breakfast. bacon, eggs, coffee, cook him breakfast and he might take a liking to you.