Post by AUGUST SINCLAIR on Feb 9, 2013 14:06:12 GMT -8
august dean sinclair.
AUGGIE. TWENTY-ONE. DECEMBER THIRD. BISEXUAL. MUSICIAN. LEAD GUITARIST FOR EVERYONE YOU KNOW. MAX HELYER.
wielding words like a blade
you cut me off and shut me up
a history lesson;
August was born to James and Elizabeth Sinclair, a well-to-do family in south Florida. They had thick southern accents from their time spent in Virginia, a trait that August picked up and never let go of. His mother stayed at home to watch him and his three older sisters, while his father was the minister of a popular Baptist church. Most of the time he was gone, talking to members of the church. When he was home he didn't leave preacher-mode, and would constantly make the kids recite the bible like a pop quiz at random intervals.
Though his father was perceived as a good man to the community, he and his wife weren't very good parents the kids. They didn't beat them or harm them or talk down to them, they just.. ignored them. His mother made him look nice and shiny on Sundays, but honestly he and his parents barely spoke a word to each other, and when they did it was usually only to bored-ly recite a verse.
August hated it. Everything about it. His suit was always itchy and he wasn't allowed to curse or drink or smoke or be out past eight and by the time he was fifteen, he was rebelling. He hadn't had very many friends in school, but entering high school he joined up with a group of older boys who seemed to have a keen interest in ruining the baby-faced boys innocence. Of course, August was all for it, and he soon was introduced to alcohol, cigarettes, and even scarier drugs like cocaine and ecstasy. Honestly, his parents barely noticed he was gone. They might say one or two things in the morning, but Augustus didn't get the reaction he wanted from them. There was a lot of screaming, mostly on his part, and on his eighteenth birthday he packed his things and moved out.
He still has a good relationship with his sisters, but he hasn't spoken to his parents since the day he moved out.
He started out working as a waiter in Jacksonville before he met the band. In his rebellion against his parents, he had started learning the electric guitar and turned it up as loud as it could go, but his father wasn't home and his mother usually just went outside to garden. What started as something to seek attention turned into a love affair, and he was thrilled when a local band needed a lead guitarist. He's been with them ever since, and couldn't be happier.
and like silva's face you're just in the wrong place
but this was no honest mistake
August is basically a wild child. He's up for anything, and can never turn down a good party. If you hand him a pill, he'll probably choke it down without even asking what it is. Maybe it's a bit of a problem, but, he does things then thinks later. He's usually seen sucking down nicotine and beer, but can stay sober for a while. He hasn't got an addiction, or at least he doesn't think he does. It's just that when he goes out for a good time he gets absolutely shitfaced and probably takes off his clothes.
Auggie's about as immature as they come, and is the guy to still laugh at butts or when somebody gets kicked in the nuts. He hasn't got a pretty mouth either, and is probably saying something insulting or calling you a cunt. When he's drunk, he's the one to shout insults at the scariest guy in the bar, which usually gets him a bruised lip and a black eye in the morning. So, as far as fights go, August's usually got the short end of the stick.
He's a slut, plain and simple. August will sleep with anyone and everyone. He doesn't really like women, though. Mainly because they don't have penises. Still, he's usually up for a lady if they'll let him be on bottom. You know. It's better to receive than to give.
Underneath the drugs and the booze, though, August is a real sweetheart. He'll love someone endlessly, and is forigiving to a fault. It's not like a hidden thing either. People see both sides of him, he isn't afraid to be soft. One minute he'll be calling you a tit, and the next he'll let you spend a month crashing on his couch. His insults to his friends usually aren't meant to be taken to heart, and the times that they have been August has been the one apologizing an obnoxious amount.
and i couldn't fake a smile to save my life
and the tightness in my chest argues for another late night
DIZZY/SEX GOD. PM. CENTRAL. SIX YEARS. QUINN RYDER.