Post by AUGUSTUS ACHEN on Aug 4, 2012 1:39:07 GMT -5
...Augustus Kaleb Achen*
*Mary had a little lamb,
Who's fleece was white as......
....oranges?
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[/size]*Mary had a little lamb,
Who's fleece was white as......
....oranges?
*
*THESE PICTURES MUST NOT STRETCH THE BOARD
...basics*
name Augustus Kaleb Achen
nickname August, Augs.
age Seventeen
gender Male
grade Junior at Baum
hometown Kansas City, Kansas
sexuality Heterosexual
personification Sheep from the Boy Who Cried Wolf
status Awake
face claim Bastien Bonizec
...appearance*
hair color Orange...bright orange. Most of the time it looks like there's a flame atop his head. In the winter and fall the color tends to dim and darken, but in the summer with the sunshine it comes alive in a nearly obnoxious splash of natural color. He often wears this any which way--occasionally in a swoop over his eye. But the constant toying of his hair while drawing makes it stick up at weird angles.
eye color Pale blue. It would have been nice if they were green like his mother's--buuuut. Beggars can't be choosers.
build He's got a slender build, but he's not exactly boney. He doesn't jut out awkwardly, he just kinda slouches. His cheek and jaw bones could cut glass if he wanted to try. He has a very slight musculature in his arms, not scrawny. Sports isn't in his resume, but if you're quite as art savvy and talented as he is--art can require a bit of muscle.
height 6'1"
clothing style Nerd-chiq. A bit of a hipster, actually. IT's not uncommon for him to wear a sweatervest, or waterloggers, or even suspenders for that matter. However, he has his moments of dressing like a cool-guy. For the most part he enjoys a nice pair of skinny jeans, and a cardigan.
Plus, bow-ties couldn't hurt.
Bow-ties are cool.
distinctive traits He is painfully ginger. Milky white skin, orange hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. Paaale eyes. However, for a ginger...he's pretty darn attractive. Even if he doesn't quite realize it.
...personal*
personality
Artistic. Everything art, and Augustus loves it. History, painting, drawing, photography. He prefers paper and pencil, so to speak, however. It's rare that a moment goes by where he isn't drawing. It starts as an itch in his palms, and he begins to obsess over it in his head. That's when the notebook, sketchbook, or napkins end up with whatever he's drawn. He's extraordinarily good at it, and has been drawing for quite some time. He's able to guestimate distances, size, and proportions very well, and he can see the shapes that make up everything he looks at. He has a slight photographic memory, which can only help the matters.
Awkward. He attempts to have a bit of that swag, but unfortunately...it falls flatter than Spongebob's bottom. Just because he has looks, does not mean he's any good in social situations. He tends to admire from afar, only entering social rings when he's pulled into them. You would think that he gets a little bit of slack for being a handsome ginger--unfortunately not. Ginger is ginger, and thanks to South Park, he gets bullied pretty often. He's had to fish out his sketchbook from the retention pond a few too many times. He also has next to near no skills with the ladies. Often, he draws them. As beautiful as the drawings are--when he gives them the drawings they often edge away, utterly creeped out by it.
Loner. He has a couple of friends, but mostly these friends are the awkward outcasts also. That kid with the huge, thick glasses, or the one with the really bad acne. The only place he's ever felt somewhat at home are conventions--where he doesn't really get bullied. Sometimes he makes a bit of cash in the artist alley, and even makes a few friends. But unfortunately, those friendships don't last the three day weekend at the convention centers. Also, it doesn't help that he has this totally bizarre stutter.
Hipstery Hipster McHipster. Actually, this one is painfully true. His parents were self-claimed bohemians, and he sort of ended up hipster by relation. At first it was nerdy, geeky and got him beat up a lot in school. Now suddenly it's cool. Go figure. Either way, he has an appreciation for the 60's, psychedelic, and a bit of the green. Actually, it's sort of influenced in his art when he's not trying to draw a person or a still-life. Even though he likes the music his parents listen to--he has a soft fondness for the undergrown dreary warblings of garage bands who are taking their first steps. Books written by unknown authors and poets, and those dinky little smoke-lounges where beatniks share their sorrow.
past
Mr. and Mrs. Achen realized that after a stint in the 80s, Mrs. Achen could not carry the wonderful bohemian babies that her and her high-school sweetheart had longed for. Their lifestyle left them just above being utterly broke, and therefore could not afford the expensive and possibly dangerous implant methods. So they did the next best thing.
The adopted baby Augustus, just a few weeks old with a tuft of uncontrollable red hair. The first few years of Augustus' life was technically difficult. They lived in an RV, moving from campsite to campsite. They didn't have much, and often had to eat out of cans--but they had love. Oh, did they have love. It seemed as though his parents never fought, often inhaling herbal substances that kept everything relaxed, chilled, and cool. During his elementary and middle school years, Augustus was homeschooled. Or rather, RV schooled.
From an early age, Augs showed a rather...brilliant skill for all things artistic. His parents tried to shelter him from it, but sometimes the wafts of smoke from the backroom would reach him--and the contact high would spiral his mind out of control as he let loose on sheets of paper. The next step was when his parents handed him paints and allowed him to paint the outside of the RV in psychedelic patterns and colors.
They did everything they could to fuel his imagination, and get him the tools that he needed to get those itchy, frustrating artistic spells out of his system. He dabbled in clay, painting, drawing and sketching. He mastered a few of his own techniques, and learned from the books that he "borrowed" from the library.
Once he reached his freshman year--Augs was enrolled into a public school. He suffered through the names, and trying to adjust to all the new kids--but it was extremely apparent that he was not receiving the proper care and love at school that his parents had done their best to give to him. So, with the remainder of their savings, "Junebug" Achen and "Sonny" Achen bought a small patch of land where they finally took the wheels of their RV off and set up home on the countryside of New York, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
They then gathered up Augs' best work, and sent them to Baum Academy--where he was then accepted on a scholarship. He was overjoyed, and happily packed his bags and went on his merry way. Now...just because it was a private school, did not mean there were no bullies. But Augs didn't have it in his heart to tell his parents that nothing had changed. So, to spare his parents worry--he tells them that everything is fine where he is.
Every holiday and three-day weekend he can manage, he goes out to his parents' campsite to spend a good old time around the bonfire, and smoke one with them. To this day, however--he has no idea that Junebug and Sonny are not his real parents. He never thought much to mention it, though he does find it curious how both of his parents are dark-featured, with not a blonde or red hair in sight.
For now, though. Augs muddled his way through the years in a desperate attempt to fit in one of these days.
present
Currently, Augs is in his third year of highschool. That makes him a junior. And he doing his second year of Baum. He likes it enough, the programs and education are nice. Some of the people are all right, but he hasn't quite found his niche yet. He grew into his body at an alarming rate, and though some would call him handsome, they are put off by the milky white skin, freckles, and firey hair.
He's had his share of name calling, especially when he tries to joke along. He's ended up as the butt of the jokes, and lately he's developed something strange. At first, it wasn't there. Then it was. A puffy little white sheep that just...seemed to follow him everywhere he went. When he'd get a good look, it was gone again. When asked about it--he simply got his lunch tray overturned and his books thrown into the retention-pond.
Along with the sudden sightings of the farm animal, Augs has discovered that he makes an awfully strange sound. Much like a sheep, but this only comes about when he's nervous. It began at the end of his sophmore year, and he spent quite a bit of time doing his best to control it. Now, he only makes that horrible sheep-like stutter when he's extremely nervous. For example. Trying to hand a drawing to an exceptionally pretty girl.
family
-Allison "Junebug" Achen, 56. Painter and occasional house-cleaner.
-Michael "Sonny" Achen, 56. Uhhh...Herbal Enlightener.
likes
-Drawing. It's comforting, but it's a bit obsessive. When he has to draw, he has to draw. Napkins be damned.
-The green stuff. Okay, so he's not a pothead by any means. But it does help him relax and get those images out of his head and onto paper. Mostly, he smokes when he's with his parents.
-Conventions and Comics. He loves those dorky conventions, because he doesn't feel so out of place at them. He also has a fondness for comics; of course the classics--but he enjoys the gritty indie comics done by small-name artists.
-Poetry Nights. There's something so magical and inspiring about the atmosphere. He never writes or gets on stage, but he watches and listens while sipping a coffee. He likes listening to other people's inner feelings, because it usually gives him an idea for a painting or a drawing.
-His parents. They may be quirky, and a bit embarassing. But he loves them to no end. They've never grounded or punished or hurt him. They have been his best friends, and understanding and supportive of everything he's done. To him, they don't get much better than Sonny and Junebug.
-Coffee. What? It's good. Usually decaf, though. Cafinated beverages make him more likely to make that terrible sound. Plus, it makes him jittery and he draws endlessly. He's sugar and caffeine prone.
dislikes
-Being teased. It's full of suck that he gets teased just because his hair is a different color. Honestly, people.
-Being a loner. It would be nice to have friends that didn't suggest you draw a girl's boobs bigger than what actually made sense. Or friends that asked you to draw porn. Creepy, much?
-"Hipsters". You know the kind--too cool for school. The cruel ones that turn their nose up at anyone who tries to relate. If you like an underground band or whatever it is--if you want them to keep making music, you share their name. You don't shove them up your ass and try and hide them.
-That god-awful sound. That stupid...stupid...bleat he makes when he gets too nervous. He's managed to reel it in by not getting mad, or upset, or angry. Unless he's in private. He's totally bitched out one of his paintings in sheep-speak before.
-Weeaboos. Just...just stop, okay? He, of all people, should not be pointing fingers. But just because you throw a few "Kawaii" words into your "Nihongo" does not make you "Motto Kawaii-desuuuuu". It just makes you annoying. And dead in Augs' comics. Desu that, motherfucker.
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title The Boy Who Cried Wolf
backstory Alright, so there was this stupid little shephard boy that was supposed to be looking after these wonderfulgingersheep. But he wanted all this attention and to skip out of work, so at some god-forsaken out of the night he kept calling wolf. Unnnfortunately, the townsfolk got reeeaaaaal sick of his shit. And the night that an actual wolf came by and fucked up his day, everyone was too busy in their booze and Ambien induced phase to help the poor fuck. Good effing job, asshole. You had ONE job.
...roleplayer*
name It's Olley. What gave it away?
age I can hear you judging me.
gender STOP JUDGING ME
rp experience OH GOD, STOP. I CAN'T.
how you found ouac I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE
rp sample
