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i. august chene acy ii. twenty one years old iii. fre
nch performer iv. low class, titleless v. cis male vi.
pronouns: he/him vii. gay viii. platinum blonde h
air ix. light blue eyes x. smells oddly like coconut
xi. no family left, was raised by other performers.
xii. faceclaim is christopher baptista, aka "lemon"
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august can only be described as walking sunshine. no matter how bleak his upbringi
nging might have been, it never phased him (on the outside at least). ever the opti
mist, the young blonde is desperate to see the positive in everything around him, a
nd can often be found gazing into the sky, watching the clouds, sun, moon, stars.. j
just about anything he can. august is always laughing, a sound that's often been not
ed to be rather infectious - but it feels like it never stops. his outward chirpy attitu
de can almost feel too much to people who don't know him. there's always a spring
in his step and he's always looking for the next thing to turn his hand to. he's got th
e biggest heart. wants to help constantly and is always zipping around, full of ener
gy. on the days he feels down, august tends to isolate. big time. it isn't unheard of
in his hometown for the blonde to disappear for a while. he tends to go missing whi
le he works on himself. being raised on the streets, august learned never to show w
eakness. he's a great shoulder to cry on, he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and
he's quite literally the life and soul of the party. he's easy to love, but few truly kno
w what makes him tick. august can only be described as one thing - himself. like the
human version of a golden retriever, an endless ray of light on quite the cloudy day...
────── 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑺 ──────
he doesn't remember a lot of his early life. born to a sickly ballerina & her army hu
sband, august acy was destined for the stage. he began training with paris ballet as
a child - and this is who looked after him when his mother & father passed. his mom
of sickness, his dad in battle. he trained many hours a day, & while not as pained as
the female ballerinas, the intense schedule took a toll on his body. he performed a
number of times for the ballet, often renowned as one of the best of his time. it ne
ver made him rich - he owed the school every penny he earned for their 'generosity'
of training him rather than throwing him to the streets. at aged 17, he held the spo
t of title dancer at the french court's "ballet de cour", falling in good graces with th
e royals. though a ballet dancer by trade, august was no stranger to the ballroom d
ances performed at french balls - and though he performed in every court ballet sin
ce his discovery, he also served as a dance tutor for wealthy noble children. he is in
tensely invested in his work, some say too much. he has loved working for the nobil
ity - his only fear is one day being outed as a gay man and his career being thrust in
to disrepair. for now, he keeps his eyes square on the mirror. five, six, seven, eight...
nging might have been, it never phased him (on the outside at least). ever the opti
mist, the young blonde is desperate to see the positive in everything around him, a
nd can often be found gazing into the sky, watching the clouds, sun, moon, stars.. j
just about anything he can. august is always laughing, a sound that's often been not
ed to be rather infectious - but it feels like it never stops. his outward chirpy attitu
de can almost feel too much to people who don't know him. there's always a spring
in his step and he's always looking for the next thing to turn his hand to. he's got th
e biggest heart. wants to help constantly and is always zipping around, full of ener
gy. on the days he feels down, august tends to isolate. big time. it isn't unheard of
in his hometown for the blonde to disappear for a while. he tends to go missing whi
le he works on himself. being raised on the streets, august learned never to show w
eakness. he's a great shoulder to cry on, he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and
he's quite literally the life and soul of the party. he's easy to love, but few truly kno
w what makes him tick. august can only be described as one thing - himself. like the
human version of a golden retriever, an endless ray of light on quite the cloudy day...
────── 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑺 ──────
he doesn't remember a lot of his early life. born to a sickly ballerina & her army hu
sband, august acy was destined for the stage. he began training with paris ballet as
a child - and this is who looked after him when his mother & father passed. his mom
of sickness, his dad in battle. he trained many hours a day, & while not as pained as
the female ballerinas, the intense schedule took a toll on his body. he performed a
number of times for the ballet, often renowned as one of the best of his time. it ne
ver made him rich - he owed the school every penny he earned for their 'generosity'
of training him rather than throwing him to the streets. at aged 17, he held the spo
t of title dancer at the french court's "ballet de cour", falling in good graces with th
e royals. though a ballet dancer by trade, august was no stranger to the ballroom d
ances performed at french balls - and though he performed in every court ballet sin
ce his discovery, he also served as a dance tutor for wealthy noble children. he is in
tensely invested in his work, some say too much. he has loved working for the nobil
ity - his only fear is one day being outed as a gay man and his career being thrust in
to disrepair. for now, he keeps his eyes square on the mirror. five, six, seven, eight...
