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|Full Name|
Augustine Jeffrey Montgomery.

|Nickname|
August {Preferred | Loves | Close Friends}
AJ {Common | Likes | Friends}
Jeff {Common | Alright With | Friends}
Saint Augustine {Least Common | Hates | Enemies}

|Birthday|
September 20th; 9/20.

|Age|
Twenty-three; 23.

|Nationality|
American.

|Occupation|
Choreographer and owner of a local dance studio.

|Sexuality|
August is very much Bisexual though leans towards males more than females.

|Apartment Number|

|Hometown|
New York City, New York.

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|Quirks & Habits|
✤Rhythmically tapping his hands on his knee when sitting down for too long✤

✤Constantly licking his lips or apply chapstick to them✤

✤Must drink a cup of coffee from the Mighty Bean every morning✤

✤During an awkward moment of silence, he'll either laugh or tap his foot✤

✤When really upset, he'll speak fluent Spanish✤

|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
⚘•Any form of dance - Except Contemporary and Ballet•Gymnast•Bilingual - Spanish is the other language•Great Listener•Coming Up With Creative Ideas•Art•Reading Lip•Fast Learner•⚘

|Flaws/Weakness|
⚘•Has a slight temper•Flirting•Sometimes impatient•Nosey•Overambitious•Perfectionist•Troublemaker, at times•Sarcastic•⚘

|Hobbies|
•Coming up with new ideas for the dance studio•Constantly looks at his list of goal•Binge watching shows on Netflix•Photography•Writing•

|Fears|
ø•Dying young•Confined spaces•Failing•Literally breaking a leg•Falling off stage•ø

|Secrets|
✤Suicide | Everyone has a breaking point in their life but August reached his in his teen years. He was heavily bullied by others and just couldn't take it anymore. So, he thought his only escape was suicide, which he tried but it backfired on him.✤

✤Virgin | It almost happened but he couldn't go through with it because he didn't love the person and felt too pressured.✤

|Goals/Dreams|
August dreams of making his dance studio statewide.

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|Personality|
|Creative| |Sarcastic| |Intelligent| |Temperamental| |Understanding|

Just about every single thought or idea that August has, it is a very creative one. His mind is always coming up with ideas that make him venture very far within the world. It started with him opening up his own dance studio but making a certain time table available for all ages. The idea was a very unique and creative one as most told him and he evens offers different variations of dance there. August likes seeing people attend his studio, as if it's been around for years, which it really hasn't. He has a sharp tongue for sarcasm and isn't afraid of showing it to anyone that steps in his way. Along with his sarcasm, he is also very blunt, at times and will not hold his tongue on any matter whether it involves him or not. Asking for his brutal and honest opinion, you'll probably bargain more than what you are asking with him. He give you his opinion and more without thinking twice about it. Along with that, August is very understanding and loves helping people out. He will listen to other people's ideas and problems sometimes before thinking of his own. His temper only comes out when someone makes him extremely upset. And you can do that by talking bad about his family, comments about his sister and even embarrassing him in any way. August doesn't really like the fact that he has a temper because it makes him look bad if he does something angrily in public and people will not attend his dance studio. He tries his best to keep it under control and it has been working, so far.

|Likes|
▲Dancing
▲Creative Ideas
▲Kissing & Cuddling
▲Intellectual Minds
▲Netflix
▲Video Games
▲Coffee
▲Meaningful Conversations |Dislikes|
▼Petty Arguments
▼Smelly People
▼People Living Without Cause
▼Reality TV
▼Tea - Sweet Tea, mostly
▼Spicy Foods
▼Raising His Voice
▼Hypocrites

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|Place of Origin|
New York City, NY{Birth-10} Manhattan, NY{10-19} Los Angeles, CA{19-23} San Francisco, CA{23-Now}

|Family Tree|
Samantha Jane Montgomery | Biological Mother | 45 | Alive

Jeffery Michael Montgomery | Biological Father | 48 | Alive

Madison Michelle Montgomery | Biological Sister | 17 | Deceased

|Happiest Memory|
Besides graduating high school, August was happy that he was accept into NYADA, which is the New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts, where he studied heavily into the art of dance - mostly hip hop and break dancing though.

|Saddest Memory|
The day that they had to bury his little sister in the ground. That was a major turning point within his life.

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|History|

Insert history here.[/center]

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Tightrope - Covered by Glee
Whoaaa
Another day
I take your pain away

Some people talk about ya
Like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you tippin on the scene
Yeah they talkin' bout it
Cause they can't tip all on the scene with ya
Talk about it
T-t-t-talk bout it
When you get elevated,
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
While they jumpin' round ya
They trying to take all your dreams
But you can't allow it

Cause baby whether you're high or low
Whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope

Whether you're high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the tightrope
And I'm still tippin' on it

See I'm not walkin' on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain't no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead, yeah
I'm talkin' bout you,
Or keep on blaming the machine, yeah
I'm talkin' bout it,
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
I can't complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin on it
We gettin funky on the scene
Yeah you know about it
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it

Then baby whether I'm high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
Yeah, tip on the tightrope
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
Tip on the tightrope
Baby let me see you tight rope
And I'm still tippin' on it

I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers
But I'm another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain't no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
While you talkin' bout it
Jus-jus-just talkin' bout it
Some callin me a sinner
Some callin me a winner
I'm callin you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean
Yeah I'm talkin bout you
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you

N-N-Now whether I'm high or low
Whether I'm high or low
I'm gonna tip on the tightrope
Baby, baby, baby
Whether I'm high or low
High or low
I got to tip on the tightrope
Now baby tip on the tightrope

You can't get too high
I said you can't get too low
Cause you get too high
No you'll surely be low
1, 2, 3, Ho!

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|Other|
❣Roleplayed by: Dumisa.❣
❣Face Claim: Channing Tatum.❣
❣Dialogue & Thought Color: #0000FF | #00E6FF ❣

So begins...

August Montgomery's Story

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#2015-07-25 23:03:10, as written by chanelindistress

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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[LIVE WHILE WE'RE GOING]

“You've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!”

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A meteor shower!

That was what everyone had been talking about all week. Since astronomers had claimed that there would be a meteor shower on Friday night, everyone had been excited. Kids spent the last few days performing extra tasks and chores so that they could convince their parents to extend their lights outs, cafes and restaurants trying out new recipes that would correlate with the event to scrounge up more profit out of way too eager customers, and artists clamoring all week to come up with various performances and project leading up to the big day. Before everyone knew it, Friday had come along and well, San Francisco was as alive as it usually is on such a momentous occasion.

As soon as the citizens woke up, the streets were filled with more vendors than there honestly should have been on a simple Friday in May. Firework stands, food stands, and even that cute little old lady who does the palm reading your mama probably told you to steer clear of are all out. Particularly on a usually quaint little street that houses both a red and daffodil building. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Where the coffee ain't so great, but the tenants will probably curse your name with the force of a thousand suns if you even think about bad-mouthing it. Yep, you know the place and those same people are just like everyone else. Perhaps, a bit excited for the carnival that just so happens to be going on nearby. Perhaps for the meteor shower that will light up the sky, if those pesky fireworks don't take up the limelight. Or, perhaps, they're more excited for whatever drama mother nature has decided to cook up between all of them. Guess we're all just gonna have to wait and see...

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#2015-07-28 22:36:59, as written by LivyGrey

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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ Last of the American Girls ]

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,"

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Katherine was trying to low lie for the day, she was sat in the back of a small café in the middle of town reading a copy of Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' and was stirring a flavoured green tea with a tea spoon absentmindedly. She'd only just left the dance studio a few hours ago from her classes and the young aspiring actress was just appreciating a moment's quiet but she travelled down to go look at the meteor shower. A juvenile part of her character was thrilled about the idea of witnessing something so rare and beautiful but she didn't let it show or voice that to anyone due to a fear of looking childish, it wouldn't usually stop her but it was arguable how good her mood was today. She turned her page and pulled the ribbon place holder down the spine and set the book down in front of her on the table. She adored the poem in question but she just felt so distracted. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse at a news paper on the rack and she sighed at another heart wrenching head line, another act of cruelty was being broadcasted nationally on the front page. She tried to over look it but these things always had a way of getting under her skin for a while. Her mother had always blamed it on her soft heart.

Kit sighed softly and picked up her tea and walked over the till.

"Excuse me? I'm really sorry to be a bother but could I get this to take away instead?" She asked the server politely and the eager waitress nodded lightly and gave her a brisk comment along the lines; 'Oh of course!' and Kit nodded softly and gave her a small thank you and made a point of dropping a few coins into the tip jar. She always came to this café anyway and dropping coins into the jar and listening to the metallic chime it created had become force of habit for her but she could say the same for her RSPCA donations and all the money she donated to any other charities. She was signed up to donate monthly to at least 4 and that's without the fund raisers she put time, money and effort into organising all the time. She always had some project going on and as she pondered about all her previous work and listened to the coins dropping into the jar, it hit her why she was feeling so gormless and glum.

She didn't have a project or anything lined up.

She had a couple of interviews for parts coming up but they were maybe two weeks away and Kit was a person who always felt the need to be physically proactive about something all the while- she wouldn't ever waste even an minute of anyone's time including her own. She chewed the end of drink stirrer thoughtfully and accepted the take away cup from the waitress and thanked her as she started her way out of the café, her mind whirling away as she began plotting new ideas for coming up projects she could have a go at.

So taking long, elegant strides down the road in skin tight jeans and a sleeveless top with her favourite pair of ankle boots, she made her way down the street thinking to herself about something she could do that day and debating if she felt like going to the carnival in the evening but more importantly, if she went who she could go with or get to tag along.

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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ It's Time ]

"They say a picture can speak a thousand words but a song can sing a thousand more,"

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Come the afternoon, Nathaniel was still padding around the music store, assembling guitars on walls and the drum kit which sat in the corner of the store. He enjoyed his job admittedly it was anything but impressive but the pay allowed to meet ends and that was all that mattered- enough to survive and he likes his job, he'd never dare complain about it.

"Yo, Matt you going down the carnival later?" Nate asked, shouting over at his college from the drum kit he was setting up and turning his head with an arched brow. The other guy shrugged and gave a muttered response which denied all knowledge of there even being a carnival. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and laughed and dusting his hands off, he stood having completed the job of setting up the nifty drum kit- it was a nice set and checking his boss wasn't around in the corner of his eye first, Nate quickly leaned over to hit a quick beat and looking over at Matt encouragingly and rolling his eyes.

"Go on bro, I've got you a beat free style it," Nate laughed and after a moment's consideration, Matt burst into a rap which mostly consisted of insulting Nathaniel's hair and drumming abilities but it was amusing none the less as far as Nate was concerned but spotting a customer by the door, both men instantly fell silent and tried not to laugh as they returned to pretending they were really busy and working hard. The customer looked at Nate accusingly and smirking a little but being the good employee he was, Nate made his way over to the customer and graciously offering his assistance and tried to strike up a sale some how. He was already five minutes over time but he didn't much, he could leave after this customer had gotten exactly the service they came for, he was a dedicated worker like that.

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#2015-08-01 09:07:06, as written by SaxyLady15

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#2015-08-01 09:07:08, as written by SaxyLady15

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❝"Family is not an important thing. It's everything." - Michael J. Fox❞

Nicholas blinked slowly, the steam coming off of his cup and hitting his face, his mouth opening into a wide yawn. He leaned against the counter inside the HUB, his very own joint. His hip started buzzing, and he slowly looked down after swallowing a gulp of coffee that he'd just managed to enjoy. Nicholas fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, and saw the reminder.

Leotychides Meteor Shower Celebration
Tonight!

His lips pursed into a smile as he thought how pitiful this seemed. He had to make reminders of everything nowadays.. and just for one reason. That reason, as if on cue, wailed through the monitor he had hooked on the belt of his jeans. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the counter and made his way to the back, where he unlocked a door to a staircase, leading to another more formal door that he unlocked, and walked inside of his apartment. "Timothy.." Wails were heard from the living room. He made his way down the hall. "Timmy..." He said softly, and creaked opened the door to his son's Nursery, where the little boy was seen red-faced and wide awake. "Oh, buddy.. c'mon." Nicholas said jokingly, and scooped up the boy, and bounced him as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen.

Now with a bottle in his mouth, he happily suckled and looked up at his father with big eyes. "Yeah, I know you're hungry."[/color] Nicholas chuckled, and went back down to the HUB where he grabbed his coffee, and then lounged in his own living room back upstairs.

~ Later that same day ~

Hand firmly grasping a carrier, and diaper bag snugly on his shoulder, Nicholas smiled as he walked down to where the celebration was being held. He'd closed the HUB early that day, as it was counting as a holiday of sorts, and he saw no reason to stay open since no one would come anyhow.

He was soon caught up with the crowd, and sighed as he took refuge under a small tree, setting the carrier down and the bag next to it, his phone in his pocket. He wasn't in the majority of the crowd, but he wasn't soo far that he was alone. There seemed to be a few couples or little families around him, and he twirled the carrier around to face him. Timothy was big-eyed in this new environment, and he had his hands waving about. "Who's a happy baby?" Nicholas cooed, and Timothy would hide his face in his hands, and giggle that adorable laugh he killed his father with.

After a little while, it was starting to get a little later Nicholas guessed, and he looked up from his son to check out the crowd. He thought he saw a fragment of... No.. it couldn't be, could it? He checked his phone quickly, and shook his head. Nope. They hadn't texted him.

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❝"She’s the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success, wrong by wrong.". ~ Mae West❞

Dinny's hands nervously ran up and down her blazer. She didn't know what to do for the first time, and it scared her senseless. She was down at the whatever celebration for some special rocks flying through the sky. Big whoop.

Since she's moved here, she hasn't really known anyone. Sure, she knew about who everyone was. Like Chantal was Nick's girl, Nick is her boss, and she lives with two of the silliest females she's ever come across with in her travels. One thing was certain out of all of it, though.

She desperately missed her sisters, and there wasn't a day she didn't go on without them clouding her mind. She hadn't heard from any of them in a while now, and she was starting to get worried. They usually didn't go more than-

A firework exploded into the air, and she jumped a little from where she was in the crowd, her curls bouncing with her. She smiled after though, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd just been over thinking, and they'd be in touch soon. Her thoughts soon left her as she saw someone starting to enter the stage, and she yipped in excitement.

Dinny made sure to get to the front as the singer started to sing, and she raised her hands up, not giving a care as she bounced along with the music, her voice singing along in the lyrics happily.

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