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August

He Is Quiet, Isn't He.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by GhaKha

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Description

August is tall with thick, dark hair and pale skin. His eyes shimmer bright blue but never cease to look lifeless. He wears a big, black leather trench coat that has various straps and buckles lining the sleeves. His boots are big and heavy, with reinforced toes and a short, steel spike on the heels.

Personality

August is known to be cold, with a dry taste of humour. Rarely will he see the funny side of things. He is always a rational thinker and plans out every move in a battle situation.

Equipment

At his side August carries a large, black, Six-barreled pistol with a barrel that is fatter than usual. The gun is nicknamed Winter.
If he doesn't use his gun he will use a hilt-less short sword nicknamed 'Frost Bite'.

History

Little is known about August's past and even less is known about the man himself.

August's Story

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 02:58:33, as a chat transcript.
bursts open the doors to the bar and gives a blank look to the patrons as he begins to slowly walk to the bar and take a seat
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 02:59:57, as a chat transcript.
"What does a man have to do to get a drink around here?"
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:01:17, as a chat transcript.
sits silent before speaking again, "Watch your tongue. Or you'll lose it."
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:03:35, as a chat transcript.
"You talk in strange ways. It's interesting that you think hostility is a drug..."
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:06:04, as a chat transcript.
smirks ever so slightly, keeping his eyes still, he hadn't seemed to have moved an inch since he had sat. "Hostility is just a means. It's the end that they're addicted to... often that end is murder..."
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:09:41, as a chat transcript.
"On the contrary. A man who kills is a man who pays for eternity. That is a price that goes beyond death..." August shivers a little and pulls his popped up collar closer in around his face
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:13:51, as a chat transcript.
stands and walks behind the bar. He quickly notices a dusty bottle of Vodka without a half-torn label that only teases your eyes of any trace of a name or brand. August lifts the bottle and unscrews the cap before pouring a couple of shots and returning to his stool to drink
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:17:55, as a chat transcript.
"You have strange tastes. How you can stomach such a... thing...is beyond even me." August said to Ciaron with a look of slight dismay, bemusement and a touch of disgust.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:21:57, as a chat transcript.
"Eggs, I have not qualms with. But omlettes...They've always disgusted me." looks at his shot glass and at the reflection of his own, dark, blue eye before quickly shaking the image away and downing the drink then barely reacting to the foul taste grabbing another shot, awaiting to meet with his lips
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:31:01, as a chat transcript.
catches the last sentence of another patron in the background speaking of killing in the name of another. He hated people who thought that such acts were fine. "Foolish puppetry..." he murmers, but purposefully loud enough for the man to hear
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:34:05, as a chat transcript.
hisses a strange laugh that seemed to be a cough and a spit mixed into a smirk. He wasn't one for laughing and it sure did show.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:38:39, as a chat transcript.
"Lady luck must be smiling on him then, eh? Considering how scrawny he is..."
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:40:08, as a chat transcript.
"nor the mild." smirks before downing the second shot of Vodka and again, hating himself for it, the damned liquid tasted worse than off milk.
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:41:30, as a chat transcript.
"You didn't say please."
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:53:30, as a chat transcript.
moves a seat closer to Ciaron and lowers his voice so that his words are private with the two "How many here are human?"
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 03:57:55, as a chat transcript.
pauses and then continues "How many here do you suppose are a threat to humans...?"
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 04:04:05, as a chat transcript.
"i see." began to think to himself as his heart took up some speed that would suggest he was just barely alive. "I have a certain... addiction that must be tended to, you see."
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 04:08:26, as a chat transcript.
"It is a simple and well known one... one for that of blood."
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-10 04:11:14, as a chat transcript.
"a damned one. A vampire. A being with it's humanity stripped from it."
# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-14 21:44:09, as a chat transcript.
shoulders the doors to the bar open. His duster sits with his left arm out of it's sleeve, showing off his missing hand, but also his strange belt of ammo. He soon walks to the bar "Any one here gonna get me a drink?"

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