Name Augustus Manchester- please call me August ^^; Augustus makes me feel rather old
Here's some stuff about me-I'm nineteen years old
-I look a bit too fruity to be completely straight, yes?
I'm bisexual
-I'm really quite short for my age
-I was an experiment for some scientists, and had one of these
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-I have sharp, rather toxic and dangerous fingernails, please refrain from getting near them
-It's why I wear long sleeves
-My speech patters are what I picked up from the people who raised me- the scientists, yes? I seem to recall they did a lot of confirming.
-I like to paint
-I fear bears
- I was named after Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus
-I can punch rather hard, so please don't provoke me into doing so, yes?
-Don't worry, I won't ever EVER purposely hurt anyone with my poison
-I'm rather blind, and I need my goggles to read or see things. If you're writing me a letter, please write big letters
-Seafood, yes?
-I like horror movies, but I think I'd be rather scared anyways. I-if we watch one, please stick around, yes?
This History of AugustAugust was a test-tube baby, and the mother that gave birth to him died when he was born. He was a scientific miracle. Although he was grafted with the Peacock Mantis Shrimp, unlike the scientist’s other attempts, he was perfectly functional. Since birth, the scientists began running tests, keeping him in a clean room with plexi-glass walls. Unfortunately, as he grew a bit older and found that in fact, he did not like needles and chemicals being injected into him, be punched out the plexiglass.
Alarmed, the head scientist had him moved to a different room with reinforced steel and metal bars. They disciplined him, as there would be no such behavior such as rebelling. He keeps his right eye covered, as it looks quite grotesque now. From then on, he was rather obedient, and even looked up to the head scientist as a father. He was quiet, submissive, and was allowed to walk around because he wouldn’t really ever do anything or leave the scientist’s side.
During this time, the researchers came up with an idea. They’d graft a new deadly poison they had made, that left the victim in paralyzing pain until they died, into August’s fingernails. His ability to pack a punch combined with hardened, sharp fingernails would be the equivalent of stabbing someone with a harpoon, and even if that didn’t kill the victim, the poison would.
The process was painful and hard to get used to. August would always have to make sure to not clench his fingers or he might puncture his palms. He was careful not to itch anything either.
With this, they started testing his fighting abilities, but being the passive individual they had forced him to be, He just could not bring himself to hurt the lab animals he was asked to stab.
So this was when the scientists took it one step further. They starved him, made him run non-stop laps around the facility until his knees were bruised and his ankles were broken. Held gunpoint to his head to see if he would fight back in self defense, however, all the efforts were lost. August was on the brink of death, still refusing to use his weapon, and he was just too valuable for the scientists to completely kill off. And so they just did what they thought they should have from the start. They gave him a new drug that messed with the wiring of his state of mind. The result was the trigger of a burst of insanity within the boy’s mind. The watched him maul a monkey, tear it to shreds, leaving nothing but blood matted fur and chunks of unrecognizable parts here and there. However, the scientists made one crucial mistake. Firstly, how long it would take for the drug to wear off, and a misjudgment of August’s boundaries. They forgot the extent of his danger because he had been so timid for so long.
Two weeks later, the police found a boy huddled on the floor, looking severely confused. At the time they didn’t notice the boy’s odd features. His small peacock-like wings, brightly colored hair, because at the time, everything about him was red, and evidence of his extra parts were quickly covered up with a safety blanket. They never did figure out who he was though, and who exactly had done what had happened to the scientists. That might have been because the boy escaped before anyone could blink.