đ : Does your muse or their family have any holiday traditions?
no, august sticks to the basic christmas traditions. a big meal, maybe a few classic christmas cartoons (heâs particularly drawn to the peanuts christmas special), and opening gifts. other then that they never stuck to anything out of the ordinary. actually august has spent most christmasâ away from his family.
đ : Has your muse ever pulled an all-nighter across Christmas Eve into Christmas Day? Why?
no, when he was a kid santa wasnât a thing. obviously he knew that he was a child item during christmas but for some reason he never showed up on christmas morning. then he realized it had just been his father never kind enough to spread that kind of magic to his child.Â
đ¸ : Are they generous with gifts? Do they try to get gifts for everybody or the select people they care about?
not really, not in a scrooge kind of way. august just has never had a lot of people to shop for and is a very bad gift giver. he never knows where to start and ends up just handing over cheap chocolates of little trinkets he finds silly in the stocking stuffier sections of stores.Â
send  âď¸ Â for  our  muses  to  be  caught  indoors  due  to  a  snowstorm .
august looked out the window, the frost around the pain was just one sign to how cold it was outside but it was the way the trees blew sideways and the white flecks of snow were coming down so fast everything was starting to look painted outside. âitâs just getting worse out there.â he mumbled. august wasnât too keen on the idea of having to be on a lock down as advised by the rome pines weather board.Â
he moved through the room, feeling bored and on edge just due to the idea of being stuck somewhere. he couldnât feel the cold but it must have been getting colder since the power shut out because he was just able to catch sight of his breath collecting in the air until it drifted off. he eyed the girl and sighed heavily. there has to be something to do...â he said looking through boxes until he found the jackpot, carrying a box over to zarina and dropping it infront of her.Â
it was filled with old board games and cards. âthese are at least going to help us past the time, right?âÂ
tilly had found herself in the middle of nottingham mall, sat at one of the tables, with her head in her palm, elbow resting on the table as she looked at the different people roaming around the stores, some with hands full of shopping bags, others only with a coffee in hand. her eyes sat on a couple who looked young and in love, she let out a soft sigh as she pushed her tray aside, sheâd ate all the cafe pizza her body would allow. âhow can someone be too young to fall in love?â she wandered aloud. ( @fantasiafallsstartersâ )
august had a few enjoyments in life. a coffee, a dark espresso with cinnamon, chocolate and a few red hots he kept in his pockets at all times. too bad he only wanted it from the one cafe in the middle of the busy mall and too bad he had to go through so many people to get to it. but as he held that cup to where he thought he was off to the side enough to go unnoticed the male was stopped mid sip by a voice. âlove?â he asked raising his brow at the girl. âwhatâs it good for? why does someone need to be in love anyway? itâs just a dumb mess.â he said with a shrug. he followed her eyes and his face scrunched. âwhy?âÂ
â@noahasanias:Â @thejordanconnorâs #passportphoto đ Kidding aside, this is an outtake from our shoot for @terroirmagazine
Grooming by @pincottmakeup
Styling by @jasonpillayâ via Instagram (September 14, 2018)
( jordan connor, male, he/him )â° â§ Ë â magic is in the air ! oh wait - thatâs just our newest neighbor, AUGUST YOUNG, the 29 year old METAL WORKER WORKER. theyâve been relocated from pastoral city, and so far the locals claim that theyâre HARD WORKING and EXTREMELY HOT HEADED, just like CALCIFER from HOWLâS 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 donât think their power of FIRE CONTROL will help them this time. letâs just hope they can adjust to the new neighborhoodâŚâË âŽ
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:Â metal worker
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Height: 6â˛4â˛â
Scars:Â across back and arms, hands (burns from the false exorcism)Â
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 80â˛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 donât stand straight youâd 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 familyâs blood and boy time did not wear it thin when it came to august. If it wasnât 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.Â
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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 doesnât like to spend much on clothes. turning into a fireball has taught him to live cheap on clothes. the only expensive thing heâs bought were thick jackets mostly of leather or fire resistant materials.
- he doesnât 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.
