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Augustus West

"Is sex dirty? Only when it's being done right."

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a character in “The Fourteenth Floor”, as played by peace_of_mind7

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“The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.”
― George Carlin




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|Full Name|
Augustus Elijah West
"At your service."


|Nicknames|
August, Auggie, West
"Along with Bastard, Douchebag, and Why haven't you called me? Depends on the situation."


|Age|
Twenty-Four
"Chug, chug, chug, chug."


|Ethnicity|
50% Brazilian 50% Native American
"I don't know my birth parents, but I have a feeling that I'm a melting pot of cultures."


|Occupation|
Male Model
"This body is good for something."


|Apartment Number|
Apartment 1427
"It's the best apartment in the building and don't let anyone tell you differently."


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“I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.”
― Woody Allen


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|Powers|
Augustus possesses the power of persuasion. Simply with the alluring sound of his smooth, deep voice, he can compel the mind to bend to his every whim. This ability is a form of mind control.
"These are not the drones you're looking for."


|Weaknesses|
His power has limitations: the object of his compulsion must be able to hear him, they also have to understand and comprehend what is being asked of them, he is unable to compel Tristan due to his enhanced intelligence. He in unable to control it when his desires are too great at time. When used constantly, his power can have some side effects on both him and the victim; addiction being one of them. When giving a lot of commands that manipulate the emotions or if the person already has preset feelings for him in a small amount of time, his ability can cause them to feel addicted or dependent on him, depending on the situation and the complexity of the command.
"I'm only human...sort of"


|Skills|
Photography//Modeling\\Seduction//Sex\\Charm//Manipulation\\First Person Shooters//Dancing\\Plotting//Football\\Soccer//Cooking\\Baking//
"I'm a man of many talents."



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“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”
― Oscar Wilde



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|Quirks/Habits|

//Eats like a pig//
//Hates awkward silence//
//Has a habit of licking his lips idly//
//Obsessed with photography//
//Allergic to peanuts//
//Addicted to sex//


|Hobbies|

\\Football\\
\\Photography\\
\\Filming\\
\\Sex\\


|Fears|

//Atychiphobia- Fear of failure//
//Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself//
//Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns//




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|Likes|

Coffee // Photography // Beauty // Free Stuff // Mushroom Pizza // Sleeping Nude // Anything Chocolate // Night clubs // Sex // Drinking // Dogs // Cats // Buttered Popcorn // First Person Shooters// Dirty Dancing // 90's Movies // Travelling // Gummy Worms // Contemporary Literature // His Guitar // Fireplaces // Candle Light // Steaming Showers // Beaches // Outdoors // Women // Tattoos // Piercings // Blondes // Brunettes // Redheads // Wine // Hard Liquor // Soft Classical Music // Classic Rock // Jazz // Modern Art // European Culture // Online Shopping // Cooking // Baking // Dating // Flirting


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|Dislikes|

Winter // Rap Music // Ginger // Politics // Hospitals // The Government // Coconuts // Pickles // Love // Romantic Movies // Healthy Foods // Girl's That Diet // Doctors // Bugs// Blood // Pop Music // Confinement // Candy Corn // Clingy Women // Pink // Cold Weather // Dirty Clothes // Birds // The Twilight Saga // Orphanages // Children // Hipsters // Authority // Competition // Losing // Cherries // When Balloons Pop // Onions // Ignorance


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“It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.”
― Marilyn Monroe




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|Personality|
"This is me. Flaws and All."
When you look at Augustus what do you see? An arrogant asshole? Another beautiful face? A lost soul? Well, if you see any of the previous characteristics, you're already a quarter of the way to fully understanding the fourteenth floor's self-proclaimed vixen. Despite his seemingly perfect appearance, August is a very flawed individual both morally and mentally. He has a tendency to be a blunt and straight-forward person; never having to say he's sorry because let's face it...he never really is. He prefers having things done his way or not at all, and due to his stubbornness he's very hard to get a handle on. He's a snarky son of a bitch that could be compared to Satan in disguise, seeing as he's so crafty and manipulative. Aside from his skills in deception, August is also known for his overwhelming charm. He normally doesn't use his power to coax women into his bedroom, his flattery and physique are all he really needs. Getting them to do what he whatever he want once they get between the sheets, however, is an entirely different story. Mix all that in with his addiction to sex, and you've got Augustus in a nutshell.

However, he's not all bad. He's a complex person that isn't just two-dimensional. No, nothing is ever black and white when it really comes down to deciphering August. He has a tough shell that nearly impenetrable. He builds a wall between himself and other people because he refuses to end up broken and alone. He knows what it's like to have hope only to see it get smacked down and trampled on. So, in order to never feel abandoned again; he shut down. He uses sex to feel the illusion of love, seeing as he believes that it's the closest he'll ever get to the word. He's very cynical in that respect, claiming that love is just something that people want to believe in, but just doesn't exist.

When Augustus isn't being sneaky or conniving, he's surprisingly a really good friend. He's loyal to those within his inner circle and tries with all of his might to be a decent person around them, although he might have the occasional slip up like, say, compelling one of them to get him a soda or to let him win while playing video games...well, everyone but Tristan. It kind of irritates him that he can't break though that mental barrier. Nevertheless, Augustus has the potential to be a good person, he just doesn't put forth the effort. His words are his weapon and his body is the armor in the war for power. He doesn't see sex as a display of love and adoration (thus contradicting the previous statement, but like I said, he's an enigma and nothing's ever black and white), but as an example of dominance. He doesn't make love, he doesn't have sex, Augustus fucks and that's the end of it. He avoids intimacy, claiming that he isn't one for relationships, but in reality, that's all he's craving. He wants someone to look at him and be able to see pass the bullshit and just understand that he can be good...he just doesn't know how to be.


|History|
"Where it all started."
Born in the urban jungle of the city that never sleeps, Augustus wasn't dealt the best of hands as a child. Before he could even utter his first words, he was already shipped to an orphanage. He grew up there for a majority of his life, simply going with the motion and every now and again wondering how badly he fucked up to get thrown into the system to begin with. He was first adopted by the Sutton family at the age of twelve. He spent a good year or two there before he was once again shipped off because "mommy" couldn't keep her hands off of her beautiful child. It was his first sexual experience. During his time at the orphanage he took a liking to making out with some of the girls that were his age there, surprised that they were so easy to coax. It took him another three years to get adopted again; this time by the West family.

It was all the same; he'd resent them because they weren't really his family and he'd try to fuck anything that had long legs and a skirt. August simply didn't care anymore. However, it was in this place that he discovered his power. He was lounging on the sofa when his new mommy tried to coax him into cleaning. Being the smart ass that he was, August told her that he'd do the dishes when she finally learned the art of shutting the fuck up. To his surprise, she no longer uttered a word. In assuming that she was just being a smart ass, August spitefully told her that she was a bitch. What happened next? She began barking and behaving like a dog. At this point his interest was piqued. He tested it out on her a bit more before determining that this ability was legit. As expected, he abused his power, getting others to do his dirty work for him. He even had the smart girls that already liked him doing his homework and cheating on tests for him. He had the entire world in his hands. When his "family" grew sick of him, they threatened to send him away, but he refused to be abandoned again. So, he made them keep him and pay for his college tuition for all four years. Did he regret it? No. Will he ever? That's jumping ahead to the story, my friend. Now, Augustus is in Starlight with people that he can actually relate to and that don't have the ability to kick his ass to the curb.




|Theme Song|

Hatefuck//The Bravery

If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them?
If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them?
So many things that I would do if I had my way with you

I can keep secrets that I know that you want me
You could dig your nails into my skin and you won't stop me
You could twist and scream into the air but no one can hear you here

And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness
There will be no tenderness, no tenderness
I will show no mercy for you,
you had no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly

While your shouting friends that despise you to your face
What would they say now if they saw you in this place?
Naked and breathless, could you live with this disgrace?
Could you live? Could you live? Could you live with this?

And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness
There will be no tenderness, no tenderness
I will show no mercy for you,
you had no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly

If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them?
If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them?
So many things that I would do if I had my way with you

And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness
There will be no tenderness, no tenderness
I will show no mercy for you,
you had no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask, love me mercilessly
Love me mercilessly
Nicotine//Panic! At the Disco

Cross my heart and hope to die
Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
I've lost control and I don't want it back
I'm going numb, I've been hijacked
It's a fucking drag

I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine (2x)

It's better to burn than to fade away
It's better to leave than to be replaced
I'm losing to you, baby, I'm no match
I'm going numb, I've been hijacked
It's a fucking drag

I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine, nicotine (2x)

Just one more hit and then we're through
'cause you could never love me back
Cut every tie I have to you
'cause your love's a fucking drag
But I need it so bad
Your love's a fucking drag
But I need it so bad

So begins...

Augustus West's Story

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The water was hot against his flesh as it cascaded down his aching back and shoulders. August scrubbed away last night’s events from his skin; all the sweat and the scent of perfume. All that remained was the hickey on his collarbone and the few scratches on his back. He ran his fingers through his bronze locks, slicking the strands back underneath the hot rain of the showerhead. Steam surrounded him in a warm fog and he grinned, loving the feeling of being clean again only to get down and dirty soon enough. Speaking of dirty, a silhouette was waiting just outside the shower door. Without August noticing, the glass slid open and a woman shimmied into the shower behind him. Smiling wickedly, she wrapped her slender arms around his waist, nearly startling him.

“Jumpy?” She quipped with a giggle.

“Well, a warning would have been appreciated, Alex.”

She kissed his shoulder, smiling fondly against his skin. August turned around to face her, grinning from ear to ear. “You have a photo shoot this afternoon with Calvin Klein. I’ve already booked your transportation and that should be picking you up at around ten o’clock in the morning. I even took the liberty to block out some time for us to grab some food.”

“Aren’t you considerate, Boss?” He smirked, caressing her dripping face and planting a kiss on her lips. “So, we can do one of two things. We could get out this shower and get ready to start another grueling day of work, or we could go to work late.”

Alex wrapped her arms around his neck, a soft smile on her face. “Way ahead of you; I woke us up early because I knew you’d want this. We have an extra hour, Auggie.”

“Have I ever told you that you are the best agent I’ve ever had?”

“Let me show you how good I really am.”





Augustus fished his keys out of his pocket as he approached his apartment. With pep in his step, the young man meandered into the premises. “Hello, hello, hello,” he called cheerfully throughout the apartment. He ventured into the kitchen, immediately making a beeline towards the refrigerator, combing through the options laid before him. He turned around only to find Gavin there. “Hey, man. Sasquatch left already? Protecting us all with his brilliance or some shit?”

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"Well, I suppose I'll be able to find it in me to go on, then," Nailah responds to Arielle's assurance that she and Cheyenne are the clearly smitten blonde's favorite people. She doesn't doubt it, despite knowing her friend's affections for the genius detective down the hall. After all, this apartment's residents are bound by a strict code of friendship before all else, and she believes that they all stick to it. She and Cheyenne certainly do, and Nailah has faith that Arielle will continue to put friends before romance, even though she seems to be nearing a cliff of sorts with her intensifying feelings. Honestly, though she'd never admit this to her friend, Arielle serves as something of a cautionary tale to Nailah- especially as she's seen the girl in her more jealous states, unfortunately. It all serves as a rather good reminder that things like that are messy, and not worth the effort. As it stands, the girl is quite content with the occasional one night stand, and ensuring that everyone around her is a friend, enemy, or stranger, but never something more.

Her eyebrows quirk up at Arielle's dinner date with this Javier chap, but her only comment on it is an amused smirk of sorts before she glances towards the documentary and picks up the remote, turning off the TV, since she has better things to do at the moment- with her roommates out in the common area, after all. Because her work hours are 6pm-2am, 5 or 6 days a week, she doesn't typically see them as frequently as one would expect, unless they show up at her bar, which isn't unheard of. Still, her schedule tends to clash a bit with Arielle's, though Cheyenne lines up a bit more due to the lack of structure in her work. She's a by-appointment psychic, after all.

At Cheyenne's request, Nailah offers a half smile, "Well, you didn't put them up to long ago, after all. As far as vibes go, can do- I have the night off, after all."
Yes, today is her precious night off- of course, she always takes Fridays off, despite the fact that they are one of, if not the, best tipping nights of the week. She's got things to do and people to hang with on this night, and given that she's managing to pay her bills well enough, she figures that this is forgivable. Even if it isn't, who cares?

Two thoughts cross Nailah's mind at Cheyenne's suggestion. She voices both, "Mystery boy? It's Tristan, Cheyenne." There's a sort of everyone knows everyone feel to this floor, but that's definitely the case with the guys in 1247, who are the unofficial leaders of the floor, after all. "But sounds like a plan to me. Might need to go and buy some drinks, though. Up for some grocery shopping, or do you have an appointment today?"


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After Arielle had left the apartment, something that happened so soon after Tristan's departure that it was obvious she is making no attempt to hide her point of being there, Gavin heads for the shower. The clean feeling is much needed, as it always is when he gets home for work. His place of work is one of the most sanitary places in the city, completely sterilized- or as much as is possible with all that work to be done. Yet, he always needs to shower when he returns home. The man loves his work, of course, and wouldn't switch out for any other job- he passed up the chance to become a professional football player, after all, a job which would have made him a good deal more money than working as a nurse does. But that wasn't where his heart lied, and he currently works in a place that has been important to him ever since the passing of his younger sister, Hanna.

Once he feels properly cleansed, Gavin gets out of the shower and dries off, wrapping the towel around his waist for the short trip to his room. He doesn't get claim to the biggest bedroom, the one with the attached bathroom. This was a luxury he had willingly passed over, however, not the sort to make a fuss about something so simple as where one sleeps and such. Besides, of his roommates, he is the least likely to have guests staying the night, what with Augustus's girls and Tristan having Arielle over. It makes sense that he'd have the smallest room; he does the least in it, and doesn't really have an excessive amount of things with which to fill up a large room.

After putting on clothing- just a pair of shorts, actually, since he no longer feels the need to maintain the courtesy of having a shirt on, Gavin makes a brief detour to the kitchen once more, this time heading for a cold water bottle. His throat has been itching a bit, though he knows he can't be coming down with something- the guy is immune to pretty much all sicknesses. Instead, he wonders if someone had brought their cat into the elevator shortly, or something along those lines. That would be the most reasonable explanation.

Just as he walks back out to the kitchen, he finds Augustus at the fridge. Well, he had heard him say hello before entering the kitchen, but still. Of course, his friend is home even later than he is. But, while Gavin was out working, he knows for a fact that Augustus was otherwise occupied. His roommate is rather insatiable, he has found over the years.

"Morning. Yeah- he left, and Arielle right after him," he smiles at Augustus's comment about Tristan keeping the streets clean, though that is in his job description. He's probably off working on the newest murder case- or one of them, after all. The guy is a police force onto himself, as far as detective skills go. But then, their roommate is known as Holmes for a reason, isn't he?

"What about you? Staying in for a bit, or do you have a gig today?" It occasionally occurs to Gavin that he has the most average job of all of his roommates. A model, a detective, and a nurse. One of these things is less of a conversation starter than the others.

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Augustus smirked, his amber eyes widening in amusement. Ah, Arielle; the cute blonde from 1416 and Tristan’s groupie. “Please tell me he’s tapped that by now.” August sighed. “Moose just needs to get laid already. I even offered to be his wingman, but nooo.” August puffed out his chest and stood on the tip of toes, trying to comically mimic Tristan’s large stature. He then proceeded to lower his voice several octaves, attempting to make fun of his voice. “We’re just friends, August; nothing more, nothing less.” The young man deflated with a roll of his eyes, popping the can of Mountain Dew open. “I call bullshit. He likes her and he wants her. That human mountain is blowing holes in my ship.” He took a gulp from the can as he leaned against the counter and listened to Gavin’s question.

The young man shrugged his shoulders, “Just a photo shoot with Calvin Klein. I should be back before midnight. I came home to change my clothes…it’s been one hell of a night, my friend.” He gulped down more soda before burping loudly and using his sleeve to wipe his mouth. “Don't you have a hospital to get to? You know; lives to save, doctor's asses that need kissing, lonely lady nurses begging for the D...at least that what Grey's Anatomy has taught me." His smirk was back on his face as he finished off his soda and threw the can into the recycling bin. He returned to his previous position, eyeing Gavin lightheartedly. "You are too damn buff to be a nurse, Gavin. I wouldn't want you operating on me, afraid you'd crush me under the scalpel."

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Character Portrait: Augustus West Character Portrait: Daniella Lianna King Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Dina King Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Jordan Cassidy Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Rebecca Adigail Cassidy Character Portrait: Jacqueline Garland Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia Character Portrait: Ryan Sayers Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne
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"Thanks for the dinner, Javi," Arielle said as they exited the restaurant, an appreciative smile on her face as the gentleman accompanying her opened the door for her. "I'll make sure to get back to you if there are any changes." The handsome young man smiled at her and led her towards her car, a polite hand at the middle of her back to steer in the right direction. Luckily for him, it was appropriate enough. The other side of her was sated by the steak she ingested and currently found him harmless.

"No problem." She could feel him hesitating when they finally reached her vehicle. Arielle paused, hand still in her purse to pull her keys out and eyes on him expectantly. Javier smirked at that and cleared his fault. "And maybe, if its alright with you, we can do this again some time." A small smile spread on her face and Arielle lowered her head to the ground so that he wouldn't see the other part of her come to life.

No!No!No!No!No!No!No!

"Sure, why not?" Javier was harmless and all they would be doing is hanging out or grabbing a bite to eat. There was nothing serious about. But still, something twisted in her stomach that made her smile feel somewhat forced. However, Javier must not have seen that. His smile was bright and adorable.

"Alright then. Good night." He pecked her cheek gently before walking to his car, waiting until she was seated in her own before entering his. Arielle sat there for a moment to mull over the decision she just made. Was she just leading Javier on? Sure, he was nice and definitely cute. But...was she even interested? Arielle deflated, sitting back in the driver's seat before pulling out her phone.

To: Everyone
Message: Party in Apartment 1416!! See you there!! :) :)


After that text was sent, she sent a quick message to Nailah, telling her that there were a few things she was going to pick up first before she came back to the apartment.

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Character Portrait: Augustus West Character Portrait: Dina King Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne
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Gavin glanced over at Augustus, raising an eyebrow once more, mostly at his comment on the sexual relations between Tristan and Arielle. His reply is buffered with a shrug, partially because he can't honestly say on the matter, regardless of the fact that the young man across from him asks in a mostly joking manner. They both know by now that Tristan isn't really the sort- in fact, Gavin might be hard pressed to remember any instance of Tristan bringing a girl home without some sort of platonic bond being the explanation. He'd guessed, for most of the time that they'd known each other, that the genius was asexual. Perhaps he is, and aromantic as well, though Gavin has slightly greater doubts in regards to that. "Can't say, man. You know how he is,"
and clearly, Augustus does, for he launches into an impersonation close enough to prompt a laugh from Gavin- in no small part due to the great contrast in height between Augustus and the demi-Goliath that he is making an effort to mimic. His following words a source of slight confusion on his part, however.

"Your ship? What?" having never been the sort to go on the internet much, or to be part of fandoms and the like, the term is foreign to Gavin. He is somewhat glad to move on to a topic with which he is far more familiar- the hospital. He finds it a bit funny that Augustus still doesn't really know his schedule, though chalks it up to the fact that he's often somewhere else at night and during the day. At least, away enough to not realize that Gavin works the night shift, not the day shift. "Day off, actually. And as far as lonely lady nurses go- you should probably watch less soap operas," he responds nonchalantly, though with a smile. He's not being entirely honest, though- he is quite popular with many of his female coworkers, as it happens. But, he doesn't like the idea of dating at work- if there's a break up, it would just make things awkward, and that's the last thing one needs rushing about a place full of the injured, ill, and dying.

He glances at the clock, "Besides, you're the one surrounded by female models, right? At the moment, I'm more content to surround myself with a bed and blanket. Have a good day, man," he adds, before grabbing the water bottle, gulping down half of it, and returning to his bedroom for a much needed rest.
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Just as he is getting to the ending of a movie, after a day of sleeping and then going to the gym, Gavin's phone vibrates; it's a text from Arielle, and he hardly has to open it to guess the contents. After all, her apartment is known for their friday night parties, so consistent that it seems unnecessary to send out a text about it. Still, the man checks the message, confirming his suspicions.

To: Dina, Augustus, Tristan
Are you going to the party tonight?