Physical Description: August is a slightly below average height child, making up for this with his physique. Despite being an eleven year old he always was athletic in many forms. With freckles plastered across his face and scruffy red hair somewhere between being curly and spikey. His rosey cheeks never fail to flush red when anything close to embarrassment would come his way. New and fresh scars and bruises usually can be seen scattered across his limbs. And despite his ginger heritage his skin is usually quite tanned from the amount of time he spends out doors.

Mental Description: From the moment he learnt how to walk August was always getting in to trouble wherever he went, a bundle of energy none the wiser to the dangers around him. He'd always take his life by the helm with a burning passion for adventure and challenge. Whilst shy in front of those he's new to, trying his hardest to be respectful, with friends he can surely be sure to bring unexpected chaos and manic in sometimes the worst situations. Winning isn't everything to him, you learn more from losing, but that's not to say he doesn't love a victory. Whether it be small or big he'll give it his all.

Biography: August loved everything unrefined. Bugs, physical activities, mud, especially mud. This'd cause his loving yet somewhat detached parents, being far more elegant themselves, to sign the boy up for anything that involved outdoors. During his childhood from the young age of four he took part in swimming lessons, boxing lessons even doing rock climbing from time to time. The outdoors was his playground, a world for him to take hold of and adventure out in to. The only part is, he usually did it alone.

Sometimes you can be a bit too boisterous to the point you don't encourage people, you deter them. Too loud for the introverts, too annoying for the extroverts. He found himself often in his own company even when surrounded by others, and he didn't mind this for a while. But loneliness's cold touch was sure to grasp itself round the boy one way or another.

And soon enough, he was used to being alone. No he expected it. Whilst he loved adventure and taking on his own quests, he'd usually hack it alone. Even in team competitions or games, everything rode on him. He wouldn't accept another's help and would only blame himself if things went wrong. For the very few he can call friends, he'd do anything to make them smile in their darkest days.

First Instance of Magic: Without a clue of magic's existence or even any care in the supernatural. August was simply minding his own business as he was getting ready in his room to go to his weekly boxing lessons, stretching in his room preparing for the trek to the establishment. He realised he hadn't packed his precious orange gloves he'd attained for as long as he could remember, thinking he placed them on his desk he was left baffled as he confusedly searched his room. The more baffled he got the more furious, as his efforts became frantic as time was ticking.

Finally coming to a halt as a whisper of defeat echoed across his body he plopped down on to his bed, sat down in sheer and utter disbelief. As if it was a gust of wind he felt something in front of him, slowly lifting his head up he'd be treated to one of his gloves hurdling towards his face without a moment's notice. Slamming directly in to the centre of his face, as it sent him head first in to his wall, breaking his nose in the process.