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THE MOON

MYERS "AUGUSTUS" JACKSON

Name: Myers "Augustus" Jackson

Will always introduce himself as Augustus, mostly to stray away from his dead name. If he trusts you, he will use his real name.

Nicknames: Auggie, August, Jackson

Common nicknames granted of use by him for his friends. He could care less what you call him, honestly.

Alias(es): Augustus Grayson

This name was given to him once he was put into banishment and sent to a certain Kingdom. They gave him this name as a 'fresh start', though he still uses his real name from time to time. Most know his real name by now anyways.

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

While he's had some flings, relationships has never been his concern... except with one woman who he claims he's over.

Role: The Banished

Being banished for the second time since he was about ten years old, Myers was sent away to a remote village because of his actions with the King's daughter. He's been smuggling for the small village for quite some time now, he would say ever since he was about fourteen. He's made quite the group of friends since them.

Magic Abilities

Appearance: Myers stands at roughly six foot, holding himself with good posture and a mild muscular physique, made up of broad shoulders and a slimmer waist. His skin is a tan from working out in the sun, freckles and scares littering his body, most prominent on his chest and the tops of his shoulders. He has a long stride, holding himself up with pride regardless of his reputation. Most of his height would be because of his legs, though his long-ish torso donates to it. Some could describe his stature like a bear - though harmless - because of how broad he is and how well he holds himself up. Most find it surprising to see such a low-society man with such good manners.

Myers's face shape is more of a diamond shape, his jawline being defined with slightly definite cheekbones. His eyes are slightly sunken in as well, eye bags lingering beneath them. He's always had them, and it becomes obvious when he hasn't had any sleep as his eyes grow droopy and even more tired looking. Speaking of, his eyes are of a vibrant blue - reminiscent of the sea in some ways - and have thin, yet long, dark eyelashes to rim them. They are almond in shape. His bright eyes are contrasted above from his dark eyebrows - full and thick - being quite rectangular in shape. There is a slight arch at the ends of them, helping to frame the roundness of his eyes as well. His nose sits in the middle of his surprisingly handsome face. It's a bit large, the shape of it being straight with a slight bump in the middle. It sits slightly crooked because of a few fights that ended badly, resulting in the breaking of it. His lips are a rosy pink color, quite light in value. They are normally cracked and chapped. His bottom lip is slightly heavier than the top, but are by no means thin or 'invisible'.

As for the young man's hair - it's dark in color, probably a dark brown that appears black in mostly every light aside from direct sunlight where you can see the slight change in color. It's messy and unkept, slightly curly in some areas and others not so much. It sits like a dirty mop on top of his head, growing barely past his ears and on the back, reaches about the middle of his neck. He keeps it out of his face as much as possible, normally pushing it behind his ears as it's not exactly long enough to put back. A light stubble can also be seen growing on his face, hiding the sharpness of it just enough. He will clean shave if requested out of respect, but normally lets it grow as much as he pleases.

Aroma

Personality

Strengths

Weaknesses

Affiliations:

Avenn --

Avenn's Father --

Secondary Female --

Secondary Male --

Kin: Father and mother are both deceased. Or assumed to be. He has no known siblings though it isn't impossible.

Father -- Myers' father was a very toxic man though he never laid a hand on him or his mother. He was a great politician - or would make for one - if that weren't for his exile. When Myers was just about 8, his father was exiled for reasons he was never known and he hasn't been seen since.

Mother -- His mother was a great soul and tried her best right up to the end. She died not shortly after Myers was sent away to for being a troublemaker. He is unaware of this, but he knows that the kindness of his heart comes from her.

Other

Just when Avenn thought things could not have gotten more bizarre, the skies opened up in the sun kingdom and a warm mist began to envelop the brunet amidst the relentless sunshine. With droplets of water clinging to her hair and weighing down her floaty white gown, the young woman narrowed her eyes to make out the silver-haired figure before her, who was going on and on about something incomprehensible to her. Something about love, something about forever, something about–

“Okay, can we just get this over with?” She offered him a charming smile that did not match the gesture she’d extended, one that had become startlingly more unladylike with the loud delivery that had been performed over the deafening sounds of the showers that were echoing off the stone walls of the courtyard and rolling across the meadows beyond them.

“I’m sorry, your radiance?” He–as he often did–seemed lost and confused, yelling back through the torrential downpour with an expression that demonstrated his lack of depth in a way that could not be replicated.

“Stop talking,” she commanded, slightly more loudly and without stepping an inch closer to him. “I will be your wife, and I’m leaving.”

With a departure that was as abrupt as the entirety of their relationship, the young woman left her beau lying in the mud, disregarding an insurmountable number of customs that would have been more appropriate for her to follow. Despite this, she had one thing, and one thing only on her mind, and not even the first change in weather in almost a decade could have caused her to pause in her pursuit.

“Avenn, where are you off to at this hour?”

The girl turned on her heel and looked her father up and down, studying his disapproving expression and matching it with one of her own. “Where do you think, father? And, it’s hardly an odd hour to rekindle a friendship, it’s past dawn which is hardly an odd hour for an engaged woman to do anything, don’t you think?”

“So you accepted.”

“So you care.”

“Avenn, this is preposterous. All of this to pardon a criminal-”

“So you call him, I’d prefer to call him my friend. A very good one at that.”

Sighing heavily, the king dismissed his daughter with a wave of his hand. “I’ve never been able to control you, why would I be able to start now.” Then, in a lower grumble, “I should have stopped at a male heir.”

Although she had turned to leave and had taken several lofty strides toward the door, the latter sentiment stopped her, caused her to spin once more, a disbelieving look on her face. “And what fun that would have been! Perhaps then you could have forced him away sooner, no?”

Without stopping to wait for the argument that might have ensued, Avenn left in a brisk manner, having now gathered the few things that she needed from her quarters before her journey off into the wilderness.

…

The carriage ride down to the city of prisoners, known by the locals as Ithab’kar, was impossibly long to a girl who had never been known for her patience and had only succeeded in trying her own in her pursuits toward making this day possible. As she’d learned, it wasn’t quite as easy as she’d initially thought to find a suitor willing to marry her, or anyone for that matter. The sun kingdom was known for having men with impossibly high standards who lacked passion and commitment. She’d been through hundreds over the past four and a half years just trying to find someone willing to participate in a simple ceremony so that she could have her friend back. It was all so simple in her mind, a favor to her father for a favor in return. It seemed clear to both of them that the other would be unwilling to fulfill their wishes without having the other thing given in return, so the pair, despite their stubbornness, had overcome themselves to concede to one another for the first time in both of their lives. Avenn had gotten Korivil to propose to her, so she was, in turn, allowed to grant a partial pardon to her beloved Jax. This thought only became more of a reality as her eyes finally found the impossibly high walls of the city, which only became taller as they approached. The city seemed made for giants.

“Your radiance, are you sure you would like to enter? We can go in and fetch him for you.”

“No, I’d quite like to see what he’s been up to these last years. I’ll be fine, I’m not wearing anything of value, am I?” Her innocent gaze followed the carriage driver’s eyes down to the gaudy ring on her finger. “Oh, this? It’s worth nothing to me. Not at all.”

With a wave of her hand, Avenn felt the familiar roll of the vehicle as they pressed on toward the interior of the city. Despite the less than picturesque sights and smells, the young woman held hope in her heart that in no time at all, she would finally be reunited with her closest and dearest friend.

"Eat shit, Gordon," Myers huffed out of frustration. His companion chuckled, letting go of his friend. Gordon would consider it a prank gone well while Myers had dropped everything he had smuggled and had his knife ready to use.

"Sorry, sorry," Gordon said with a smirk. He picked up a few things. "Couldn't help it."

Myers rolled his eyes. "Clearly," he said with a small chuckle. Gordon picked up a small tied leather bag, throwing up and catching it again. Something jingled on the inside and it sounded expensive.

"Whose the client?" Gordon asked.

"Some old man. He wanted me to bring it back here. He refused the cargo," Myers stated. He grabbed the rest of the things, hugging them in his arm. "I have not looked to see what it is." Myers began walking, the mud below him staining his dark black boots brown and disgusting. His white shirt was practically stained tan by now, his black bottoms dusted. He cleared his throat.

"Any news?" He asked. The pair had walked long enough already that they reached one of many hideouts within the city. Scaling the walls was never an option for a smuggler, so small tunnels and hidden passageways had been dug out years ago. They were no longer in use by the city, so when it became housing for criminals... it was used to do more criminal activities.

Gordon shook his head, taking the belongings out of Myers' hands and beginning to lay them out on the beaten wooden floors of the quiet building. It was towards the south entrance of the establishment and was basically abandoned and had been for years.

"Actually..." Gordon inhaled. "Your lady friend."

Myers cocked a brow as if to ask what his friend meant.

"Freya has found out some interesting news." Gordon said. Another familiar smirk was plastered on his face which normally didn't mean anything good.

"Like..?" Myers questioned, throwing up his hands to gesture with them.

"You'll see later."

"Seriously?"

"Serious as ever."

Myers shook his head. The two talked for a while before a few hours had gone by. Soon, someone barged into the room. Myers had gone for his knife, quick to react, but relaxed when it was an acquaintance. He sighed softly.

"Someone's lookin' for ya Myers," the man said.

"And when has that ever stopped me from finding them first?" Myers questioned sarcastically.

"This is serious. Word of royalty."

Myers turned to Gordon who stood beside him, almost in disbelief.

Avenn.

Could it be? Years apart? Her father could never allow her visiting. He shook his head. "What realm?"

"Sun."

Myers hummed softly to himself before he would exit the delapatating building, rushing out of the doors. Myers was quick to find himself in one of the many taverns. Guards were quick to grant Myers permission to enter them as he was someone who was on "good behavior". He did his work and of course his other work. He figured staying within the high walls of Ithab'kar was better than no roof or food at all. At least here he was respected.

Familiar faces had observed Myers. To most he was a figure, to others he was an enemy, and some barely even a friend but got along decently well. His reputation was always wavering but Myers figured to keep his enemies closer than his friends.

"Myers," a feminine voice said. Myers looked up from the booth he sat at, shaking his head.

He inhaled. "Freya."

"You've heard the news?" She asked. Myers shook his head.

"Sounds like you really wanted to tell everyone but me." Myers tone had grown quite stern. Avenn... or Enny as Myers would call her, was a former close friend before her father ordered exile on him. It ruined him, and he had never stopped thinking about her since. As much as he wanted to move on... something inside him was forever drawn to her.

"You sound offended." Freya shifted across from him.

"Huh, I wonder why," Myers said harshly. "You know, at first it was fun but now all you do is just get on my nerves and get in my head."

"Oh Myers..." Freya's eyes wandered for a moment before meeting his. "You know all I want to do is help you." She reached for his rough and calloused hand, dirty and rough. Hers were gentle and soft and could never hurt a fly as much as she claimed she could.

Fallen angels stayed fallen when they lose their power.

Myers didn't say anything. Freya pleased him when he needed it but it wasn't in the way he had ever craved. He was never attracted to her the same way he was with Avenn. Sometimes he wished he had never tried anything with her. Never befriended her. Never got close with her. At least then he'd never have to feel this ache of longing inside of him. He could feel Freyas eyes burning into his own, but he didn't bat an eye.

Especially not when he saw who entered the building.

A rush of memories flooded his mind, and Myers was quick to rise to his feet. She looked so grown now. Would she even recognize him? He inhaled, quick to approach and keep her as far away from the slobs that were the criminals he had been running a much with for the past years. He wished they would be meeting under different circumstances.

When he got close, he smelled the familiar aroma that followed her around like her shadow. Almost like how he did all those years ago. A breath of fresh air among the dirt and shit that littered the streets. Her hair was still as messy and free as he could remember and her eyes seemed to be even more delightful than before. He could feel his chest get warm and his eyes feel more and more wide than before as he took in her appearance. He was unsure of what to say.

"Whose this?" Freya had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She was teasing and Myers knew that. The man ignored her before he looked at her, his gaze hardening with distaste. He grabbed Freya by the arm and moved her to the side.

"You say a fucking thing - and I mean anything - I will tell everyone here what you are and you would not like that." Myers was stern and stiff, waving a finger at her.

"Aww Myers you're so cute when you're being stern," Freya said with a bright smile, looking at the princess up and down. She was quick to dismiss what was in front of her. Myers knew she could care less as she did with most things.

"I mean it."

"Whatever you say boss," she said and walked out, quick to push past the princess. Myers was quick to look at Avenn.

"Why are you here?" He was quick to ask.