Post by august on Oct 20, 2010 16:40:46 GMT -5
August Henry Milburn
Name:: August Milburn
Nickname:: Auggie, Mr. M
Age:: 27
Gender:: Male
Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Demeter
Years at Camp:: 8
Claimed:: Yes.
Celebrity Claim: Harry Lloyd
Looks::
There is nothing exactly remarkable about August Milburn at first glance. He’s slightly tanned from long days spent outside gardening or training demi-gods in Camp Halfblood. He is a little taller than the average height at 6 feet. Being rather lanky, his arms are long and muscled but his torso is thin and lean. His sandal clad feet are rather large, but regular in proportion to his height.
August’s thick dark brown hair, not short, but not long, is bleached by the sun in the summer, making it appear that his hair is a dark golden color. His face his handsome enough, his nose being straight with a slight concave bridge and his ears are of normal size, though a little pointed at the ends. None of these qualities make him look out of the ordinary.
Yet if August does have one special feature, it would be his eyes. They tend to change color with the weather, though most of the often they are a dark green. Much to his embarrassment when he was younger, little old ladies like to point out just how beautiful those eyes are, and typically what the most inopportune times (like at the mall in front of his friends). But as he got older and life progressed his eyes took on a cold pale green, and comments about them grow less and less frequent.
In terms of clothes, August is pretty laid back. He will usually dress in a long sleeve collared dress shirt, skinny jeans, and sandals, and a lot of the time he's seen with dark green Ray Bans on. In the winter he just puts on a short trench coat and exchanges the sandals for some Macbeths. His weapon of choice is his oak staff given to him by his mother.
Personality::
A Smooth Talker - You can be sure August never lies, but he doesn’t like it when the truth gets hard to handle, so he’s good at manipulating words. He’s persuasive when he wants to be and good at making the truth as sweet as it can be to the ear.
Contemplative and Self-Disciplined – August is probably one of the most intellectual demigods you will meet. Most of the time he is deep in thought, when he’s not talking to anyone. When presented with situations he thinks it over thoroughly, and despite his dyslexia he can be found reading in the majority of his free time. For most of his time in school, he strived for perfection and to do well, though academics didn’t come easy at first.
Tenacious – August is a bit overly confident. Not exactly to the point of cocky, but he’s very stubborn and it’s hard to get him to change his mind. Sometimes younger demigods try to start an argument or debate with him, but he always either takes a long time to clearly explain his views or change the subject entirely. He never regrets anything he does or will do, and his actions are sure.
Happy-go-lucky - August is very laid back. He loves the finer things in life, and he takes life’s punches and just rolls with it. He takes things at his own pace, laughs a lot, and rarely ever gets upset or temperamental. His lax can get frustrating for some people, but he doesn’t pay much attention to it.
Simplicity is everything - He loves the simpler things in life. If there is a simpler way to do it, he'll be the one to find it. He doesn't like to complicate things and is pretty straight-up.
Likes - Sitting in the woods or strawberry fields, simple things, jeans, movies, biking, Tex-Mex, toast, The Three Stooges, classic rock, electro, vinyl, pens that have really thin tips, hats, The Weather Channel, and cereal.
Dislikes - Canadian Geese, avocados, unicycles, country music, Jimmy Kimmel, Chili's, Gatorade, bacon, ABBA, fast food, the Lakers, Jared from Subway, long airplane rides, mustard, and iced tea.
Family::
Father - Jonathan Milburn [Deceased]
Step-Mother - Reynie Grayson-Milburn [Deceased]
Aunt - Caroline Grayson
History::
August Milburn spent most of his early childhood in Chicago with his father, Jonathan Milburn, who worked full time. They lived in a small apartment on the east side, until August turned ten. A few months after his tenth birthday his father married an extremely nice woman, they moved to the suburbs, and from then on they were supposed to live a pretty normal, if better than normal, life.
It was a humid day in July, and August sat outside of the library with a copy of the Aeneid in hand and his friend Hugh sitting next to him, nose in a book titled "Animal Farm". They came to the public library every Monday and Wednesday in the summer to read some books. The only reason they didn’t go everyday was because they were too busy other days.
One of the librarians appeared in front of them, basically from nowhere. She was the only librarian the seemed to despise the two boys who came to read in the summer. Hugh sniffed the air slightly, leaped up, and told August to run. Before he could even get up, the librarian morphed into a harpy.
The harpy chased them through town, but Hugh was able to fight her off when she got close, but only barely. All August could do was run. When they finally got to August’s house, Hugh talked quietly to August’s father.
He looked anxious as he drove them to the airport. August and Hugh were put onto the first flight to New York. They arrived at Camp Halfblood in the middle of the night, and so went the normal arrival of nearly every demigod at camp.
The years went by. He went to school, went to camp, went back to school. A few months before his fifteenth birthday his step-mother announced that she was pregnant. He and his father were overjoyed, and started preparing a nursery and taking special care of his mother. When they learned it was going to be a baby girl, they couldn’t be happier.
On March 20, 2001 his mother was rushed to the hospital. His sister was going to be born. Later that day she died in childbirth. The baby died a few hours later.
Life went on, stopping for nothing and waiting for no one as usual. His dad grew more distant over the years, and on August’s eighteenth birthday, his father committed suicide. August went to live with his aunt on his mother’s side. He graduated high school that year as captain of the soccer team, with a 4.0 GPA. He didn’t come to camp that year, and for the a few years after that because he was busy with school. He attended the University of Chicago on a scholarship and generally exceeded the expectations that his aunt, teachers, and pretty much everyone, had for him.
After a few years his aunt told him he needed to get a summer job, so, deciding that it was probably best for him to help the up and coming demigods, August wanted to return to camp to help Mr. D and Chiron. At that time things at camp were becoming hectic and it was hard for him to communicate with Chiron about a job. So, he finally came back to camp after the battle of Manhatten. He worked there helping teach ancient Greek, archery, and war tactics for three summers (though he doesn't have much authority of the demi-gods) and went back to school during the year.
Name/Nickname:: Ana
Roleplaying Experience:: About 3 years.
Sample RP:: (if canon I'd like to see you as that character. Minimum of 300 words.)
(Roleplay from another Percy Jackson RP...)
Luri walked along the woods, trying to figure out why she was there. She generally didn't go to the woods unless it was time for capture the flag. She looked around, she could climb a tree. It wasn't hard to do, or she could try and find something to cover with graffiti. But of course, there was nothing at Camp Half Blood to graffiti other than the Big House, and than Mr. D could very well turn her into a jackalope again. It felt wrong to graffiti anything that wasn't hers here but it also felt wrong not to graffiti something. Her dad would of called it Graffiti Rehab. That made her want to scream, because the last time she talked to her dad they had gotten into an argument about how he had been doing nothing to try and help.
"Family," she muttered, "They do the most stupidest things in the world." Luri slumped down against a tree, moved her knees closer to her chest, and rested her head on her arms. This is stupid, she thought. There has to be somewhere she could graffiti. The cabin? Nah, she didn't feel like the cabin, since in a way it was her home. The Big House? As amusing as it was she decided that was getting kind of old. Face it, she thought to herself, you are getting way too nice.
The daughter of Eris's mind started to wander. There was rustling nearby and she jumped nearly five feet into the air, but it was just a few tall and willowy dryads hanging around. "Why are you so jumpy?" She muttered to herself. She knew the answer. Fewer and fewer half bloods were making it to camp. Nobody knew why, or at least, Chiron and Mr. D weren't telling them. She remembered just that morning when a girl about her age had almost made to the borders. Almost. What had happened? It almost seemed like their little 'world' was getting a lot better, a lot brighter. Another sound made her start, and it turned out to be a son of Apollo. She nodded at him in acknowledgment and looked at him intently.
"Mind coming to the Big House?" He asked. "Chiron wants to see you." Getting up, she smirked, thinking that the old horse had found her latest work of art, a huge "mural" on the Big House's west wall. Chiron wasn't very fond of her sudden taking to graffiti, but she loved it.
Once she arrived at the porch of the Big House, she took a deep breath and strode in with her head held high. Chiron was there in his wheelchair and blanket over his lap, and another girl... she looked really familiar. What was her name? Rachel something or other. Luri stared at them both for a long time.
"Good afternoon, Miss Xylander," He said in the annoyed tone that he usually used when she was around, "I take it you're wondering why you're here?"
"Not really," Luri retorted. "I haven't got much time to hang around. Can you skip the whole, 'Have any explanation for this.' speech and skip to the yelling?"
Chiron raised his eyebrows, looking like he was trying to keep from smiling. "Yelling?" Just then Luri realized that wasn't exactly the reason she was there.
"Yeah, nevermind. So... what's up?" Those two words seemed to trigger something in that Rachel girl. Her eyes glazed over. "Um, Chiron? Is she okay?" Luri held up three fingers. "Hey, dudet, how many fingers am I holding up? Whoa, what the--" Smoke started to billow out of the red head's mouth, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Then she started to speak in a strange, creepy kind of voice that reminded Luri of the queen in Snow White.
"Three heroes shall journey toward the blade of two parts,
At its last appearance is where they will start.
They'll engage in battle with the Titan of Light,
And a hero's soul shall be lost in the fight--"
"Great, you're rhyming now? Maybe we should get you to Mr. D--"
"Help will arrive when all seems lost,
But all great help comes at great cost."
Rachel stopped speaking and stumbled forward, but then caught herself like she knew that would happen. Luri also realized at that moment that Rachel was the new oracle. Her eyes returned to normal and the smoke disappeared. "That is what's up." Chiron murmured. "We called you here because of this new prophecy." Luri was lost for words for a long time. Then she coughed and looked up at the both of them. "You are to lead the quest if you choose to accept it." Luri was still quiet. A quest? When was the last time they had one? They wanted her to go? Alright, was this a prank?
"What is this even about? I had no idea what she even said. I was too busy freaking out." Chiron put his head in his hands and Rachel sighed and muttered something about this daughter of Eris being completely hopeless.
"We believe that it is referring to the Titan Hyperion, the 'Titan of Light'. We've been hearing a few rumors, but we thought they were completely untrue... until now. The titan is trying to find his brother's scythe. Three of you will have to find it first." Luri nodded slowly, trying to process the information.
"Do you accept it or not?" Rachel finally asked, exasperated.
"I guess..." Luri said. "Yeah." Chiron looked rather relieved at this, clasped his hands together. "Well then! That settles it."
"But sir," She said, "What about the two other 'heroes'?"
