Username:Apricotflyer
Name:Augustus
Gender:Male
What's their Occupation?:Augustus is a writer, though he prefers the term author as it makes him sound more professional and published. He always had a fascination of the written word when he was younger, although he was taught to write more formal and truthful letters and essays rather than stories. He was taught to be literate, but he found all the non-fiction literature utterly
boring. In his parent's library he found a few stories of exciting adventures, tales so extraordinary he wished they were real. He read a lot of books like this, finding them when he could and stashing them in his room. And then he decided to try creating his own stories and worlds, something he hadn't deemed possible once. He eventually dropped out of his studies, off in pursuit of his dream to be a writer.
Augustus has had many of his family, especially his uptight parents, look down on him for his career choice. He had been a smart kid and they thought that his talents had gone to waste on a career like writing fictional novels. They'd imagined him to be a doctor or a politician, or have some other high paying job. He's had quite a few disagreements and arguments about it.
Augustus has written a couple of books now, and is currently working on a third one which he is planning to be the first book of a triology. He has however gotten off to a slow start, despite managing to find both a publisher and editor interested in his stories the sales of his books haven't gone too well. He's far from being a famous author yet although some copies of his two books have been sold, most furtopians haven't been all that interested yet. He's very determined though and isn't against many shameless plugs of his books. Even in casual conversation he's bound to bring up his books and how great they are and that you should totally buy one or two, or maybe like ten of each book. Please.
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Why are they so stylish?: Augustus' family is rich, that is the easiest way to explain it. He was brought up in the best learning environment, and also a luxurious one. His family loves to flaunt what they have and so of course he grew up in a big house having the opportunity to have anything he wanted. It was how he grew up, having expensive things and only the finest. It's why when he went off to start his writing career he struggled immediately. He does live alone though in a house (more like an apartment actually, but that sounds downgrading to him) much smaller than his family's one. He brought all his fabulous stuff with him though and now he has a crummy 'house' with beautiful furniture (his mahogany writing desk is his pride and joy). His occupation as an author hasn't kicked off quite so well just yet and so he isn't earning all that much.
This is a problem for Augustus, someone who lived his whole life with the chance to look good everyday and get amazing new clothes and be able to buy whatever he wanted. It's a struggle to live without some of the privileges he had deemed 'necessary'. He fake cried to his parents about never being able to look fashionable again and they bought it, and now they fund his clothing every time he needs some new threads. It's not the best thing to do, but they're happy to pay for it (and they think if they are nice he'll change his mind about his job on his own) and his clothes are all he asks for. Otherwise he's attempting to rough it, though he's still coming to terms with that fact that he still has a lot more than others usually have. At least he looks dashing 24/7, especially to keep up with his motto. "Look successful and you will become successful."
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Extra:Augustus was in a rush, clinging tight to his shoulder bag carrying his current story plus a couple copies of his books, just in case. He had a meeting with his editor today and he'd spent maybe a little
too much time styling his mane. He took great pride in his looks, which was why he often ended up late. His editor was used to it by now though.
He continued down the street, his pace quick though he wouldn't say he was running. He was fast walking elegantly. He began to turn onto the next street when he bumped into a poor
rabbit fellow. The antelope and lion cross dropped his leather bag in surprise and watched as his papers spilled out onto the sidewalk. He desperately gathered them up immediately, refusing to acknowledge the rabbit. The papers were soon gathered into a pile again and shoved back into the bag. The rabbit was still there, looking terribly nervous and guilty.
"Hey, you alright there rabbit? What's your name? Sorry for bumping into you," Augustus said with his charming smile, offering a paw out to the Furtopian. The rabbit didn't know how to handle this interaction and scrambled up by himself, stepping backwards in fear.
"Uh. I... M-my name is.... um... M-Maxton," he stuttered, trying to hide his face beneath his tussle of brown hair.
Augustus let out a hearty chuckle.
"Well Maxton, you can call me Augustus. Now, for all the trouble I've caused you why don't I give you a copy of my book?" he tactically offered, pulling his first one "Storm of the Seas". Maxton peeked out from beneath his hair to stare at the book before shaking his head.
"Um, N-no I-I need t-to be going somewhere. N-not that I d-don't want your book! I..." The rabbit was completely flustered now and he was about to make a run for it to get away from this big scary fancy looking guy.
"Aww, come on. It's no worries. Look, I'll even throw in a second book for free too. Oh and just a second," He hurriedly felt around in his bag until he found his quill and ink. He dipped it into the ink and signed both books to 'Maxton'. The rabbit was about to speak and decline the offer awkwardly when Augustus stepped forward, his smile suddenly turning intimidating.
"Here you go. It's my pleasure. Really," he growled, shoving the two books into Maxton's weak little arms. All the rabbit could do was nod and then run-walk away, struggling with the new weight.
Augustus turned around and continued on his way to the meeting with a smile on his face. All in a day's work.
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