𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑠
𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ; Augustus.
— Ah—guh—stis
✯ Auggie ; this nickname is tolerated only by the very few that are close to him.
✯ Augs; not a very preferred nickname but it has been used.
✯ August ; quite a commonly used nickname.
✯ Gus ; please, do not call him this. He'll rip your ankles off.
𝐀𝐆𝐄 ; 2 years and 5 months.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ; Male.
𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 ; N/A
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 ; Canis lupus Familiaris.
𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 ; Maltese.
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ; Panromantic asexual.
𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 ; Augustus doesn't really care for gender that much. Nor does another's physical appearance matter to him as long as they actually take care of themselves. He'd prefer someone bigger than him as he does tend to flock to larger canids for the feeling of security they give. Someone who has enough patience and care to deal with his greater flaws.
𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ; A smaller than average male Maltese with long, fluffy white fur. His pelt hides a multitude of gruesome scars and his eyes are beady and black in coloring, as well as his nose and paw pads.
𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ;
— It doesn't take rocket science to tell that Augustus was born the runt of his litter. Even as a young adult, he is definitely not the original size of an average canid of his breed. Honestly, I couldn't even tell you how tall he is or how much he weighs, he's literally small. His pelt of pure, solid alabaster was always kept neat and freshly groomed due to his owner taking him to get it done every handful of weeks. Though now it has grown a bit longer and more tousled, giving him more of an appearance equivalent to that of a miniature, overly fluffy polar bear.
— His skin is littered and mangled with scars of all shapes and sizes, especially on his neck and sides. His back left leg is slightly twisted inward from a past injury he received along with the scars, causing him to have a permanent limp. His ears are halfway folded forward and they are where his fur grows the longest. Two beady obsidian orbs for eyes sit within his skull, set in a cautious, cynically pointed stare.
𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 ;
— Due to his size, he is exceptionally fast and agile.
— Good stamina.
— If he has to, he can definitely tear your ankles down to the bone, but otherwise is absolutely useless in actual combat.
— He has rather phenomenal photographic memory which allows him to remember exactly how to get to certain places, where things are, or what things are from a long time ago as well.
𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 ; Moody, abrasive, a bit selfish, cynical, forward, loyal to a fault, anxious, reserved. There is a soft baby trapped somewhere deep, deep, deep down.
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;
— Augustus is a complex, very forward individual. Quite honestly, he is not one most would try to befriend as, well...he isn't the friendliest to most at all. Very few ever manage to tackle the razor-wire fence that stands before the stone barriers that he tends to throw up. If he does not like you, you best believe he will let you know in some way, shape, or fashion. Augustus is far from subtle when it comes to his anger and opinions on things and people. He will hand it to you as it is on a silver platter, and will likely turn an aloof and careless cheek at what you might have to say. He deals his damage with verbal intellect and glares that could kill as a first resort and is actually very easy to anger. Augustus is the lingering, eerie calm before the storm. Augustus has a bit of a judgmental streak and does not enjoy the idea of meekness or cowardice within others as he sees it all as nothing but weakness.
— The male is slightly self-indulgent and often sees very little to portray true care for others unless it comes to benefit him. Augustus is very wrathful, though he is not the type to immediately lash out in a fit of anger. Depending on his current mood or the trigger. Otherwise, he can be known to spend his days making the life of the one who angered him gradually become miserable. In other words, don't fuck with him. Don't be an asshole or again, your ankles are doomed. Or face, he doesn't discriminate. He is an intelligent canine and a very quick learner and is not afraid to get inventive with his antics. He can be a little devil in his own right and the one that is often more difficult to get through to and reason with. He is the rainbands and raging outer ring that surrounds the calm eye of his own hurricane.
— Augustus, in all honesty, hasn't exactly been shown any good within the canid species in his past, therefore, he has developed a very sad and cynical view of almost anyone. He does not trust easily at all and tends to find it much easier to snap at others and drive them away. However, it really doesn't make him feel better whenever he does that but he'll be damned if he ever shows it. August is simply an angry boy that does not necessarily enjoy being so foul, but has used his wrathful anger as the only means of defense he has known. In reality, he'd do just about anything for those he miraculously comes to care for. He struggles with expressing it, but he does really have the ability to show kindness and nothing but soft love and affection, but only with the right people that help him tap into these emotions.
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ; He adores forms of art and sculptures; he can't see some of the colors but he finds them fascinating to look at likes to try and find a story in one. Early mornings and sunrise, food, being surrounded by others even though he may not like most. It's the security feeling. Rain and stormy weather.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ; Overly obnoxious or aggressive dogs, especially if they're large. The dark, secretly being alone, sudden physical contact or being touched without his permission.
𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒 ;
— Agoraphobia ; he basically has a fear of places or situations in which may cause panic or may make escaping very difficult.
— Haphephobia ; he definitely has a mild fear of being touched.
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ;
— Before the outbreak, Augustus was used as a bait dog for inexperienced, adolescent 'game' dogs to practice on. He was rescued on the brink of death by an organization that specializes in all bait animals. His body was mangled and bloodied, and his left hind leg was badly damaged at the time. After he underwent a couple of surgeries, he was then adopted from the organization by a single, elderly man.
— His agoraphobia stems from being unable to escape the pit while he was getting 'practiced' on by game dogs. If he is ever within a situation where he cannot escape, he'll literally have a full blown anxiety attack.
— Don't touch him unless he says otherwise and especially do not do it out of the blue. He'll try his best to bite whatever it was that made the contact.
— He carries around an old, ragged baby blue blanket that his owner would wrap him up in to calm him down. He is very protective over it.
— His owner used to grow an herb garden, so he is somewhat familiar with certain herbs and their uses.
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