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Nationality: French
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Titanium Blonde
Height: 179cm/5 ft 8
Anemic
Sexuality: Pansexual
Occupation/s:Student/Son of Dionysus
Positive traits: Loyal, Intelligent, Trustworthy, Confident, Humorous, Open, Welcoming, Extroverted, Genuine, Creative, Brave, Romantic, Affectionate, Energetic, Good Willed, Warm
Negative traits: Lustful, Handsy, Greedy, Reckless, Risky, Persistent, Easy to read, Gullible, Flirtatious, Impulsive, Sneaky, Stubborn, Unpredictable, Deceitful, Prideful
Weaknesses: Shooting, Holding a gun, Several people, Chocolate, Sleeping, Staying Awake
Strengths: Hand to Hand combat, Agile, Speed, Figuring people out, Flirting, Swimming
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Running his fingers through his titanium coloured hair after catching his reflection in one of the windows, Auguste grunted with effort as he picked up the pace to one of his classes- not that he was actually going to enter immediately. Instead he planned on looking like he was going to enter before spinning around and waltzing back down the corridor's towards the library or something like that. He wasn't interested in meeting new people and learning their names, he'd be able to do that every single other lesson by listening to the roll call or overhearing others conversations. Was he positive towards first days? Nope. Not in the slightest. When he noticed that he was getting closer to the first class of the day, he stopped dead in his tracks. Catching the eyes of somebody in the class, the ridiculous light haired boy put a finger to his lips and looked around the class, noting that nobody he knew was in there.. so there was no need to enter.
Immediately Auguste lost his serious atmosphere and skipped past the class, now bent on finding some entertainment. Searching around the pockets of his satchel for a few seconds, the student perked up when he found a bottle of red liquid. Don't worry. It wasn't wine. Auguste was a respectable enough man to not carry wine around in black sports bottles. He had SOME morals. Putting the plastic nozzle to his lips, the demi god took a quick swig and shuddered with satisfaction at the sugar which now run down his throat and in his veins. Kool-aid, always a brilliant substitute for drinking. He would blame his father for giving him this terrible addiction, but it wasn't like he hated the feeling of drinking, it brought great humor to a day. After shuddering on the spot for a few seconds, he continued to the library for now. He could always give the excuse that he was trying to find a textbook he hadn't bought for his classes yet and was hoping to borrow it. Librarians often believed this and let you on your way. Little did they know that he was actually just going to curl up at a computer and dick around for a bit.
Aug scratched the back of his head before his eyes caught the viewing of three students, two looking engaged in a petty verbal fight and a girl standing with a disappointed look on her features. Now that wasn't fair for her. As Auguste was beginning to walk over to this scene, he saw the girl begin to walk off from it. A clear sign that she had some common sense to leave instead of becoming stuck in the mess. Auguste smiled lightly at this and kept his pace so that he could either walk on by this girl or pat her on the shoulder. Well... he ended up beaming at her as he grew closer and patted her on the back so gently that his fingers just barely trailed against her. He wasn't one for making people feel uncomfortable, especially if it included girls. It wasn't that he thought they were fragile but that they were to be respected. Drawing his attention away from this girl, his eyes turned cold with concentration for when he was going to confront these two st- "Nour! The hell you doing man?"
No wonder this sort of situation was happening so early in the morning, Nour Marsal couldn't keep his mouth shut. Shaking his head before stepping over with a new speed, Auguste made a move so that his hands would touch the familiar teens shoulder's, breaking him from this 'chicken walk' that he was participating in. Typical... His drink bottle still in his hand, Auguste used his free hand to pull this male back rather harshly, just a sign that really he didn't care if he annoyed Nour. "Can't take you off a leash can we?" he huffed, letting go of Nour's shoulders and flickering his gaze over to Luke, another boy he recognized but barely knew. There was no doubt that Auguste's voice was full of slur, but this was his character, never sticking to a normal way of speaking. Keeping his fingers bunched up at the back of Nour's article of clothing, Auguste addressed Luke with a look of absolute amusement and pity. "Already getting into fights so early? All about a girl I'm guessing? Better watch out before the almighty -he gestured to Nour with a cat like grin- son of Eros steals your chance. Unless... he's just being a jerk" he murmured the last part, sending Nour a slight glare laced with amusement.
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