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username: sloth-
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gender: male
personality: German, wip
story: ***

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[king-rascal.]

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username: kuza;
name: andy
gender: male
personality: wip
story: ***

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[Esther~]

Username:Luckythecat
Name:Charcoal
Gender:Male
Personality:"I wouldn't call myself mean.I am very kind and im a good listener,but if you do get on my bad side,wich rarely happens,then I won't be very happy and I might yell,sorry if I do.I love hanging out with others especially my friends.I don't worry about how I look inless im infront of ladies,becuase who wants to embarres yourself in front of your possible future girlfriend.Anyways to wrap it up I love going to the movies and arcades so thats where most people find me."
Story:"You want to hear my life story?Im not going to tell all of it,even I kind remember all of it.Well how about the time..."***

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[.Autumn.]

❝ If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. ❞
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➣ username ;;
Hi, I'm .Autumn. Nice to meet you! I am a new member of the Kiamara
community but I'm doing my best to be active on the fanclub and site.
I own one Kiamara, a beautiful teen girl named Raina. If I win this guy,
he would be a big brother figure to her.
One thing that someone who meets me will quickly find out is that I
love dogs of all kinds. However, one of my very favorite breeds of is
the German Shepherd. You can imagine my excitement the minute
my eyes fell on this gorgeous Kia.
➣ name ;;
Name's Rexel, but I usually go by Rex.
I know, Rex is such a cliche name. But it means a lot to me. In my
neighborhood, there is a wonderful German Shepherd named Rex.
He doesn't belong to me but I've known him since he was a little
puppy and he's very special to me. He has the greatest personality,
and is so gentle with children and loyal to his family. I visit him
often and sometimes walk him for his owners. He has a special
place in my heart and when I saw this Kia I immediately knew he
would be named after Rex. On Rex's dog house there is a sign that
reads Rexel. I considered it as a name for this guy and well, it stuck.
The name Rex basically means mighty ruler. While Rexel sure isn't
a ruler, he does posses strong leadership skills and tries to maintain
order wherever he goes.
➣ gender ;;
I'm a guy. -laughs good naturedly- I don't think
ya need to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out.
Yep, this hansome Kia is definitely a male to me.
➣ personality ;;
L o y a l . T r u s t w o r t h y . L e a d e r . O r d e r l y .
Rex is the most loyal friend you could have. He values respect and
trust, and believes that relationships without either are on the road
to failure. If you tell him a secret he will keep it. He's a great
listener, and kindly offers advice to anyone with a problem.
Order and consistency are important to him and he can sometimes
be controlling in an attempt to keep them. He often has a puzzle
sitting out at his apartment- putting the pieces into their places gives
him great satisfaction and helps him think. He is fiercely protective
of his friends and family, sometimes overly so. Rex is usually very
confident, although past events have caused him to struggle with
the fear of accidentally causing a loved one's death. He's never told
anyone about this phobia that haunts his nightmares. Rexel is
athletic and intelligent. He loves a good conversation but is definitely
not opposed to simply joking around. Rexel usually comes across as
competent and friendly. He's definitely a hands on guy and loves
fixing things. But if you had to sum up his personality in one word,
it would be this: L O Y A L.

It’s like a storm
That cuts a path
It’s breaks your will
It feels like that

You think your lost
But your not lost on your own
Your not alone
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
If you can’t cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I wont let go

It hurts my heart
To see you cry
I know it’s dark
This part of life
Oh it finds us all
And we’re too small
To stop the rain

Oh but when it rains
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
And you can’t cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I wont let you fall

Rascal Flatts – I Won’t Let Go

➣ story ;;

You walk into an office room. It appears very futuristic, with smooth metallic floors and walls. A large tinted window offers a magnificent view of the city that sprawls far below. Strange gadgets litter a cluttered shelf in the corner, in stark contrast to the tidy desk, atop which sit a sleek laptop, several framed photos, some paper work stacked neatly to one side, and a steaming cup of coffee.
You glance down at your watch. 3:15. Exactly the time he said he'd meet you here. So where was he? At the sound of footsteps quickly approaching you turn. A handsome Kiamara strides in, muttering sometime about being fourty five seconds late.

"Name's Rexel, nice to meet you." He says, shaking your hand with a smile. You notice his firm and confident grip before he releases your hand and flops down into his desk chair, pushing off with his feet to propel himself behind his desk. He hastily rearranges some items on the shelf before turning to you with an embarrassed grin.

"Sorry about the mess... ." He apologizes, running a paw through his dark hair before indicating that you sit down in one of the comfortable chairs in front of his desk.
You take a seat and look around. Noticing your curious glace at the gadgets on the shelf, he smiles knowingly.

"Let me to explain. This is the V.I.G.I.L.'s New York office. A lot of logistical stuff goes on here, and some other, more exciting things. Eh, as much as I'd love to tell you more about that, I'm currently not at liberty to talk about our current... endeavors."

"I see." You say, your interest growing. "I've never heard of V.I.G.I.L. before."

"Not a lot of people have." He explains. "We try to keep things pretty low key around here. But the short of it is, V.I.G.I.L is a vigilante justice agency. We take care of threats to the nation that we feel the government is... how should I put this... incompetent to handle."

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously.

He meets your gaze, undaunted. "Just last week we neutralized a bomb threat three days before the government even got wind of it. We have agents keeping close watch on messages transmitted all over cyberspace. Jobs our hackers can't take care of, go to our field agents." He continued. His bright green eyes began to sparkle in excitement, clearly he enjoyed explaining his job.

You smile at his enthusiasm. "Impressive. Are you a hacker or a field agent?"

"Both, actually." He says with a grin. "Though I must admit I prefer the field assignments to sitting around here."

"That I can understand." You reply. "Can you tell me about any of your previous missions?"

Rexel gets a faraway look in his eyes. "Sure..." He says. "'Long as you keep it strictly confidential."

"I won't tell a soul." You reply.

He nods.

➣➣flashback

The room was dark and silent. The way I liked it... at three in the morning anyway. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to stay that way for long. A sharp blaring alarm shattered the silence. I woke with a start, quickly gaining a sitting position. I glanced around my room, pinpointing the location of the sound to my desk. I leaped out of bed and fumbled around my desk until I found my phone. I flipped it open, allowing my eyes to scan the message.

AGENT COHEN- URGENT SITUATION - REPORT TO OFFICE IMMEDIATELY - BE READY TO TRAVEL

“Huh. Must be another field mission.” I muttered as I switched on the light and changed before throwing a few essentials into a backpack, still blinking the sleep out of my eyes. Stretching my arms, I walked out into the living room. Soft, warm light from the NYC skyline gave the dark room a subtle glow as I picked up my laptop and stuffed it into my pack. I stifled a yawn as I grabbed a couple granola bars and a breakfast shake out of the kitchen on my way out. I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The click of my key in the lock was the only sound to be heard. I silently walked to the corner where the entrances to the elevator and staircase stood. Hmmm... staircase.

I jogged down as quietly as was possible and entered the lobby, nodding politely at the security guard as I passed. The chilly air penetrated my thick coat as I emerged onto the city street, clearing my head of the last of the sleepiness. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I dashed to the curb where a taxi cab waited. “Hey,” I greeted the driver as I ducked into the back seat.

“Mornin’ sir. Where’re you off to this early?”

“Urgent business at work.” I said with a slight eye roll. I don’t elaborate on the details of my ‘work’ to strangers, just let them think that I have a ‘normal’ job.. The driver nodded knowingly. I gave him the address and he pulled out into the street.

I settled back on the seat, watching the neon colored lights flash by. Thankfully the traffic wasn’t bad this time of morning. I wondered what sort of mission I was being assigned to. It must have been something important for them to contact me at three in the stinking morning. I couldn’t help but be excited- no, thrilled, though. My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of my phone in my pocket. I pulled it out and read the text message that popped up on the screen. It was from Jaz, my field partner.

“Hey, did you get the message from the supervisor?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m on my way in. Know what this is all about?” I typed back hopefully.

“No clue.” He replied.

“Guess we’ll find out soon enough.” I sent back.

After I shoved my phone back into my pocket I popped the lid off of my breakfast shake and took a sip. Strawberry. I smiled to myself as an image of my friend, Raina flashed into my mind. That kid loved all things strawberry flavored.

The cab suddenly jerked to a stop. I looked up at the massive skyscraper that was V.I.G.I.L’s headquarters. It always had a way of making me feel small.

“Ahem.” The driver cleared his throat.

“Oh, yeah.. ” I replied quickly, pulling some bills out of my wallet and handing them to him before stepping out of the cab. “Thank you!”

I dashed up the stairs and entered the lobby, hiding the breakfast shake behind my back as I passed a burly security guard. Once in the elevator on my way up, I chugged down the rest of it. The granola bar would have to wait, I realized as the doors opened up.

I stepped into the briefing room. A table in the corner was loaded with donuts, muffins, bagels, and coffee. One wall was made entirely with tinted windows that allowed a panoramic view of the city below. On the other side of the room, a sleek metallic desk stood in front of a sliding door. Two chairs sat before the desk. One for me, one for-

“Hey, there you are!” Jaz grinned, walking over and clasping my paw. I shook it firmly, smiling.

“How’s it going?” I asked.

“It was going great until some blockhead woke me up at three in the-” Jaz froze as the door on the other size of the room slid open.

Supervisor Cameron Farthing strode in, a frown set deep in his face.

“Er, nothing wrong with early missions.” Jaz grinned sheepishly as Farthing sat heavily at his desk.

“Gentlemen. Have a seat.” He indicated the two chairs in front of him.

Jaz and I exchanged a glance as we sat down.

“I’ve called you here for an important job.” Farthing began. “As you know, we’ve been monitoring online communications between some suspicious parties. It has just been brought to our attention that a portable USB device containing launch codes for a hidden nuclear missile has been stolen from the United States military. Now, this device is encrypted and as far as we know the group that has stolen it does not have the means to view the codes. But, we can not allow the device to remain in their possession-" Farthing was cut off as the door slid open and a tall female Kiamara holding a pilot’s helmet stepped in. “Sir, the helicopter is prepped and ready for departure.” She announced.

“Right. Gentlemen, I will continue to fill you in on the way to the airport. For now, come with me.” He stood up and followed the pilot back through the door. Jaz and I followed. We were led through a cold, stark white hallway and up a seemingly endless flight of stairs. I could barely suppress my enthusiasm- retrieving stolen launch codes? Even though I’d participated in many missions before, the thrill of the chase was something that never grew old to me.

It grew even colder as we ascended the last of the stairs. Reaching a door at the end of the staircase, we emerged onto the roof, where a sleek helicopter sat waiting. The sound of the cold wind blowing was quickly drowned out by the whirr of the chopper starting up. Jaz, and I climbed into the back while Supervisor Farthing joined our pilot in the front. The whirring increased to a loud but steady hum as we took off. I stared out the window at the concrete jungle below us, watching the city grow smaller as the helicopter ascended.

I leaned back into my seat and surveyed the interior. Mostly sleek and black, just like the outside of the chopper. I turned my gaze on Farthing. He had put a headset over his ears and indicated that we do the same. I pulled mine down from the compartment above my seat and adjusted the mic. Jaz followed suit. Static buzzed into my ears before I spoke. “Where is the stolen drive being held?” I asked. A buzzing noise, then, “In Stuttgart, Germany.”
“Germany, wow.” I breathed.

“Who swiped it?” Jaz asked.

“A terrorist group called Lancieren. They are a global organization but we've traced the drive to a warehouse in Stuttgart.”

“Where do we come into all this?” I asked.

“I was getting to that. You and Jaz will go undercover as Lancieren members. We've got jumpsuits packed into Jaz's satchel. Put them
on and you'll blend right in at the Lancieren base. I trust you have been practicing your German?”

“Jawohl!” I replied, saluting. Jaz gave a thumbs up. Farthing turned and nodded his approval. *Yes sir!

“Perfect. There's a tracking bug imbedded in the stolen drive so if they transfer it to another location you can find it. I've loaded the bug's signature into your communication devices. ”

“Our cell phones?” Jaz asked.

“Yes. I've also included some information about Lancieren that you would do well to be familiar with.”

“Thank you sir.” I replied, then pulled off the headset.

The helicopter had begun it's descent to the airport by this time. When it touched down onto the helipad we unbuckled, grabbed our luggage, and stepped out onto the blacktop under the sky. The night sky would have been bright with stars if it had not been for the overwhelming light of the city. Still, though, a few small stars somehow managed to twinkle.

“Your flight is boarding at gate C5.” Farthing explained as he ushered us into the terminal. We stood and faced him when we reached the security check. “Good luck, gentlemen.” He said.

“Thank you.” Jaz and I replied, almost in unision.

Farthing turned and walked away. We shrugged and stepped into line for the security check. I allowed a yawn to escape my mouth as the security guys checked us over. When they cleared us I slung my backpack back over my shoulders and pulled on my converse sneakers. Jaz sat down beside me and started lacing his boots back up.

“Nothing like a trip though airport security.” I jested.

“No kidding.” Jaz laughed.

Once situated, we ran to our gate and boarded the plane. The flight was uneventful. When we first took off I ate my granola bar and spent an hour or two reading over the information that Farthing sent. Honestly I think I slept the whole rest of the flight because next thing I knew we were touching down in Germany.

Jaz was still asleep. I elbowed him lightly.

“Huh?” He mumbled sleepily.

“We've landed.” I explained as I reached up into the overhead compartment to get my backpack.

“You don't say.” He sarcastically remarked as he looked at the airport though the window.

“Just grab your stuff and let's go.” I sighed, stepping into the aisle and walking through the tunnel into the airport. Jaz followed, muttering about being hungry. I rolled my eyes, then stopped in my tracks. The design of the terminal was really amazing. The support beams that held up the ceiling high above me were constructed to look like trees, and were wrapped in Christmas lights. It was really neat, I'd never seen anything like it before. Pulling my gaze away from the architecture of the building, I scanned the area for Jaz, who had seemingly vanished.

“Aww great,” I muttered. Then I spotted a coffee shop. I could make out Jaz's silhouette in the window. “Eh, I could go for a mocha myself...” I reasoned, pulling out my phone and sending Jaz a text, asking him to pick up a coffee drink for me, then I sat down on a bench to wait. A nearby shelf held pamphlets and maps for tourist attractions in the city. I picked up a map and scanned it for the address that Farthing had sent me.

“Woah,” I murmured. The warehouse was only a block away.

“Hey, what'd ya find?” Jaz asked, sitting down beside me and handing me my mocha.

“I was just looking for the warehouse, and it turns out it's only a block away from here.” I explained before taking the coffee and handing him a few dollar bills.

“Great, let's get going.” Jaz said, standing up and walking towards the exit.
I folded up the map, stuck it in my pocket, and followed. We wove in and out between all the people bustling about the busy terminal until we finally reached the exit. As I strode toward the doors, a large, burly Kiamara bumped into me.

"Sehen Sie es!" He growled menacingly. *watch it!

"Es tut uns leid!" I apologized. I really didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to myself. *sorry!
He rolled his eyes, huffed, and walked away. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm. I immediately recognized the image, it was the mark of the Lancieren group.

"Hey, did you see that guy?" I asked Jaz.

"Yeah, real friendly." He said sarcastically.

"No, I mean-" Suddenly my phone started beeping. I flipped it open and the tracking application popped up, an alert about the stolen drive flashing. I tapped on it. The coordinates of the drive appeared.

"Jaz, you're not going to believe this." I whispered, showing him the image on my phone.

"What?" He asked.

"That," I pointed at the brute walking away, "is our man."

"He has the drive?" Jaz hissed.

"Uh huh." I confirmed. "We've got to get him out of the airport, we can't risk a fight here."

"I have a plan." Jaz whispered. I kept a close eye on the enemy agent as Jaz quietly explained our gameplan.

"Ok, got it." I nodded.

Jaz ran off and I casually began to stride over to where the burly Kia from before stood. He seemed to be quite distracted as he fumbled with some coins at a vending machine. I silently stole up behind him and swiped his briefcase, which sat unattended behind him. As quick as a blink I jumped back and ran away a few paces. He still hadn't noticed the theft.

"Hey hässlich, etwas fehlt?" I called, holding up the brief case tauntingly. *hey ugly, missing something?

"Was!?" He roared. *What?! Exactly the reaction I was counting on. I hightailed it out of there, knowing that our enemy agent and about three quarters of the airport's security force would be right behind me in an instant. I looked around as I ran, dodging pedestrians and security guards. At last I spotted my objective, a staircase in an authorized access only hallway. I leaped over a gate and raced down the hall, dozens of footsteps echoing behind me. At the sound of pistols cocking behind me I put on extra speed and turned down another branch of the hallway. There they were, the stairs that would lead to the roof. I wasted no time in climbing them three steps at a time. The door at the top was wide open, thanks to Jaz. I dashed out onto the white roof and whirled around to face my pursuer.
"Dummkopf." He spat with a cruel laugh as he stepped through the door. *fool

We'll see about that, I thought, a smirk crossing my face. I could still hear the airport security pounding up the staircase.

"Jaz, die Tür!" I yelled, *Jaz, the door! then launched myself at the brute. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jaz slam the door shut and seal it with a tool from his satchel. That was all I had time to notice as I turned my full attention onto my opponent. I went full force at his head, pushing down with my front paws and tripping him with my foot. He fell backwards and hit the ground hard. I landed on top of him and wasted no time in delivering another strike. However, he was quicker than I anticipated and caught my paw just before it made contact with his snout. I growled and used my other paw to strike a pressure point on the arm that gripped me. He let go and shook his wrist, glaring at me as I nimbly leaped backwards. The large Kia stood, then grinned nastily and pulled out a knife.

"Du wirst sterben." He spat. *you're going to die.

"Ich denke nicht." I said smugly before I dodged a blow from the knife and threw a punch at the beastly opponent. *I think not
He easily avoided the punch and plunged the knife towards my face. I grabbed his both of his wrists, barely keeping him from reaching my face with the knife, but I couldn't hold out much longer.

Suddenly Jax leaped onto the large Kia’s shoulders. A well aimed kick knocked the knife out of the brute’s grip, sending it skidding across the flat roof. I dove over and snatched it before he could recover it. I looked up just in time to see our adversary throw Jax over his shoulders... and straight over the edge of the roof.

“No!” I yelled, completely forgetting about the mission at Jax’s peril. I felt like my heart had stopped. I launched myself toward the edge where Jax had disappeared. Hope sparked in me when I realized his paws still clung to the edge of the roof. But they were slipping, and fast.

“I got you buddy!” I shouted as I grabbed his paws the instant after they slipped.

Suddenly a loud whirring filled the air as a helicopter with the Lancieren logo emblazoned in it’s side began to descend towards the agent. A loud click signified the readiness of it's mounted guns.

“Aus!” Jaz shouted, “let go!”

“Never!” I shot back, teeth gritted as the helicopter's guns started whirring.

“You can still get him!” Jaz hissed.

“I won’t without you.” I said, putting all my strength into pulling the larger Kiamara up onto the roof as gunshots from the helicopter ricocheted around us. We took cover behind a ventilation pipe.

“Thanks,” He huffed. We looked up in defeat as the Lancieren helicopter flew away.

“but so much for our mission.” Jaz sighed.

“Don’t count us out yet.” I said fiercely. Flipping open my cell phone, I looked at the tracking app.

“Huh, that’s funny...” I trailed off. The tracking bug showed no sign of movement.

“I would have thought they’d be halfway across Germany by now.” Jaz said with a puzzled expression.

“Unless...” I looked over to where the briefcase lay near the door. I glanced at Jaz and we ran over to it.

I picked it up. “Shoot, locked.”

“No problem.” Jaz grinned. He picked up his backpack and pulled out some sort of lock picking device. In seconds the case was opened. A few file folders and papers spilled out. I opened up my pocket knife and felt along the inside edges until I found a weak spot. I pressed the knife into it and pulled up, revealing a secret compartment. The USB drive was tucked snugly into a corner.

“Yes!” I put my paw out and gave Jaz a high five.

Our moment of celebration was interrupted by yelling and banging on the door.

“Uhh, you’d better call Supervisor Farthing and ask him to clear things up with airport security.” Jaz suggested.

“Yeah, not a bad idea.” I laughed.

I called up Farthing and informed him of the situation. He immediately contacted the airport and cleared everything up with them. We caught a flight home and handed over the drive to V.I.G.I.L, who returned it to its rightful owners with a warning to keep it more secure.

Did I learn something from that mission... yes and no. I always find myself replaying that confrontation over and over in my mind, wondering what would have happened if the drive hadn’t been in the brief case. Would we have recovered it eventually, or would the Lancieren have been able to launch the missile on thousands of innocent civilians. I don’t like to think about that. Because no matter how many times I mentally relive that scene, I just can’t imagine myself letting go.

➣➣end flashback


Rexel snaps out of his reverie. "Oh my gosh, look at the time," he says. "Man, I was supposed to let you get out of here an hour ago."

"It's no trouble," You say. "It was certainly worth staying to hear your story."

"Well, then I thank you." Rexel says gratefully. He shows you downstairs to the rotating doors that led outside.

Before leave he places something in your hand. "Here's my card." He says with a quick smile. You turn and wave then look at the simple business card as you walk away. It seems to have a link to a website with more information about the unique Kia you just encountered.

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[Downn]

♫ Notes ;; All writing applies in anthro. It may also help to have some basic prior knowledge of music, though it's fine if you don't. And lastly, I bought a curling iron from the event, and may or may not decide to give him custom hair with it. (I still have not decided, as I do like his hair the way it is)

♫ U s e r n a m e ;;

Who, this? Oh, don't mind them.
Hello, I'm Downn, owner of three kiamaras. I would be extremely proud to call this guy my own. You see, I love music, and I've always wanted a kia that would share that love with me. I also love the movie August Rush (which if you haven't seen, you really should, it's good). I'm not going to explain the whole plot, but know that my form was loosely based around the movie's main character. Pretty darn loosely, mind you.
So, as I've created the character for this kia (August Rush), I've begun comparing him to one of my other kiamaras, Henley Reeves (remember her? c;). They are essentially polar opposites-- while she is manupulative, seductive, boastful and crude, August is introverted, thoughtful, softspoken and shy. Though their personalities are very different, they also have many similarities-- both are parentless street performers (Reeves is a magician), living on their own. Rush has become a sort of opposite, a mirror, of Henley. Which, I rather need; this makes him different from the rest of my kiamaras, who all have rather negative personalities.
Anyway, I've become quite attached to this boy while writing my form, so I really do hope you enjoy. <3



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♫ N a m e ;;

You can call me August. August Rush.
As you can see, this kia's name is August Rush. He goes by both August and Rush, however.

♫ G e n d e r ;;

I'm a guy, of course.
August is, indeed, a (straight) male.


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♫ P e r s o n a l i t y ;;

Why do you need to know?
Introverted
August is not exactly a social butterfly. He prefers being by himself, away from the senseless noise of large crowds. Instead, he stays home and listens to his music. If a crowd gets too big around his performances, he'll just stand up and leave, even in the middle of the song. In fact, he's done it before.
Shy
Though similar to introversion, that and shy are different traits. In August, shy means that he hates approaching people. Instead, he waits for others to start conversations with him.
Soft spoken
August Rush is not one to make his opinions known. He keeps things to himself, and speaks of things mildly.
Thoughtful
No, not in the 'kind-hearted' way. Instead, August is always thinking. He mulls things over and always thinks about the consequences before doing any action.


♫ A p p e a r a n c e ;;

What, can't you already see what I look like?
August is of average height, about 5'11". He is usually seen wearing his black fedora, a t-shirt advertising any sort of music company, and jeans (almost always with a guitar bag slung over his shoulder).

♫ C a r e e r ;;

My job and hobby, rolled into one.
August is a street performing musician. He'll stand on street corners, at parks, in town squares, and anywhere else (that has plenty of people around to tip him) to play his trusty guitar. He also records his music, selling them in albums.
Rush only ever plays original songs-- songs he wrote himself. Most of the time, they don't have words, just music. Almost all of the music he writes draws inspiration from the world around him-- whatever he hears, anything with a beat, he'll turn into a song.


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♫ T h e P a s t ;;

I'd rather not talk about this . . .
August never knew his real parents, as they had never been married and gave him up the day he was born, anonymously. But that doesn't mean he had a bad childhood-- he had a loving adoptive family that took good care of him.
The things that he doesn't like to talk about happened later in his life.
As a young adult, right after he moved away from home, he began a frantic search for his birthparents. He discovered that his father was a guitarist and his mother a violinist. However, that was all his search turned up-- he couldn't find any names, or any other clues. August had become obsessed with the thought of finding them, though, and never gave up on finding them until all hope was lost. He is rather ashamed of this-- it was obvious he wasn't going to find them after a year of searching only gave him his parents professions.
So, after the two years he wasted on his failed quest for discovering his parents, he vowed that he would become a musician like them. Rush learned to play piano and guitar like a true pro, and learned to make his living off it.
♫ S t o r y ;;

Well, this is the story of how my newest album came to be. Knock yourself out.
August sat on the street curb, a pencil in hand and a paper on the sidewalk next to him. He was trying to write a song, though he had no muse. It was frustrating him. This was supposed to be the title song for his new album, which still had no name.
Suddenly, August heard footsteps on the pavement. "Really a rather poor performance if you ask me," the kiamara said, dropping a few coins in August's guitar case, which lay open on the ground for people who wanted to tip him. "I mean, you might as well play something. But hey, I'm feeling generous today." She said it with a smirk, as though what she had said was funny.
August stopped playing his guitar to narrow his eyes up at the newcomer. "Henley," he muttered. "Can't you leave me alone?"
Normally, August got along with people fine (mostly because he didn't bother them and they didn't bother him), but Henley was an exception. She always found a way to get on his nerves.
"What? I just gave you a tip. . ." she gestured at the coins she dropped in his guitar case. They were three pennies.
Rush sighed. "Yeah, yeah," he said, knowing she had seen him and come over just to bother him. "Why don't you just steal the money I earned, just like last time, huh?"
Henley rolled her eyes. "You really need to learn to let go," she muttered. "Look, I don't have time for this today. But, hey, if you'd rather me steal the money, then next time I will," she said just before walking off.
But August wasn't listening.
He was thinking about what she had said.
Let Go.
The perfect name for a song. For a title song of an album.
He laughed at this idea, though he was seriously considering it.
Although, perhaps not "Let Go". Maybe something more. . . subtle. Say, in a different language.
August was a fairly cultured individual; he spoke some Spanish, Swahili, Portuguese, and German. In his mind, he ran through the translations of 'Let Go' in the languages he spoke.
Hacia fuera, nje, para fora, aus. . .
Aus!
Grinning, he scrawled the word aus on the top of the page and headed back to his apartment to design the album's logo.
Eventually, he had finished the logo and all of the songs for the album. After finding a title for the album, he had focused all the music in it around aus and letting go. The song even became one of his favorites.
Well, he thought to himself, maybe Henley isn't good for nothing. . .

♫ A r t ;;

See how good I look?
Headshot by Rivkah

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