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CHARACTER Name: August Wayne Booth Canon: Once Upon a Time Timeline: 2.18; post-death (before the Blue Fairy changes him back obvs) If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: August is a man of many contradictions. He is a believer and wants to help others see the light, yet he lies and gives vague answers that make it difficult for him to be trusted. He has traveled all over the world, yet he remains naïve. He is an incredibly hopeful person despite his fear of failing to convince Emma before the curse kills him. He is the type to be easily distracted and although he has good intentions, he doesn’t realize the consequences of his actions until he’s faced with them.
Due to his nature of being a shameless liar, August doesn’t form attachments with people very easily. That and his restless nature caused him to move around a lot during his twenty-eight years of traveling. He longed to experience everything he could in this world. There were many distractions in the world, and he let them sweep him up and keep him from Emma. His biggest thing was self-indulgence. August did whatever he wanted to do and didn’t think about the consequences. Over the years he turned into a selfish person who only looked out for himself. He was also a coward, first leaving Emma alone and then not facing her in person when he finally came back. The main reason he finally came to Storybrooke was because he was afraid of dying.
Despite his easygoing attitude, August truly does care about breaking the curse. He’s lived his whole life carrying the burden of the promise he made his father. When he finally does try to make good on that promise he becomes frustrated and desperate. It’s a great struggle for him, especially knowing that it’s largely his own fault Emma is so mistrusting. August has carried a lot of guilt on his shoulders, both concerning Emma specifically and how he ran from his duty. He saw convincing Emma to believe as his last chance to make up for his mistakes.
August knew that his reversal back into a wooden puppet was his own fault. It was a visual representation of his failure to follow the Blue Fairy’s direction in being selfless, brave and true. He was ashamed of it and that was why he hid. He especially didn’t want his father or Emma, the two people he most didn’t want to disappoint, to see him. Yet his desire to protect them was stronger than his cowardice, and in the end that desire was what saved him.
Overall August genuinely wants to be a good person. The only problem with this is that he gets in his own way: running from his responsibilities, indulging in his human desires, giving into his nature. He longs for a chance at redemption.
First Person:[August is sitting outside, just taking in the view of the city. His device is angled so it catches his face. He has a light smile playing on his lips]
I still can’t believe this is all real. I’ve been pinching myself all day just to be sure… But it is real, isn’t it? I’m actually--
[whatever he was going to say is so overwhelming all he can do is shake his head]
This road would be perfect for riding my motorcycle, but… I don’t know. I feel like stretching my legs for a while.
Third Person: A heartbeat. An honest-to-god heartbeat! He could feel its rhythm against his chest. And the steady restricting and expanding of his lungs with each breath of air. August gave himself a minute to just enjoy these two incredible feelings. So many people took them for granted; not him. He could still remember the first time he felt these things. Just like then, August felt a surge of gleeful joy realizing what this meant.
“I’m alive.” He breathed the words out loud just to make them seem more real. “I’m alive. I did it…” The relief was making tears roll down his eyes. He was selfless, brave and true. He must have told Emma about Tamara. He remembered seeing her eyes, struggling on his last breath to tell her. Now here he was alive, so it must have worked. August pinched himself several times just to be sure. Yes, he was definitely a real man again.
Now that the initial high wore off, August realized that there was something wrong with his surroundings. Specifically that they weren’t anything like Storybrooke. What happened? Where were Emma and his father? Where was anybody? The high he felt was crashing around him fast.
“Emma?” he called out. “Emma!” He needed to see her, to be sure that this was real
[canon] August W. Booth | Once Upon a Time | Not Reserved
Name: Kacey
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E-mail: seraphjewel@gmail
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CHARACTER
Name: August Wayne Booth
Canon: Once Upon a Time
Timeline: 2.18; post-death (before the Blue Fairy changes him back obvs)
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: August is a man of many contradictions. He is a believer and wants to help others see the light, yet he lies and gives vague answers that make it difficult for him to be trusted. He has traveled all over the world, yet he remains naïve. He is an incredibly hopeful person despite his fear of failing to convince Emma before the curse kills him. He is the type to be easily distracted and although he has good intentions, he doesn’t realize the consequences of his actions until he’s faced with them.
Due to his nature of being a shameless liar, August doesn’t form attachments with people very easily. That and his restless nature caused him to move around a lot during his twenty-eight years of traveling. He longed to experience everything he could in this world. There were many distractions in the world, and he let them sweep him up and keep him from Emma. His biggest thing was self-indulgence. August did whatever he wanted to do and didn’t think about the consequences. Over the years he turned into a selfish person who only looked out for himself. He was also a coward, first leaving Emma alone and then not facing her in person when he finally came back. The main reason he finally came to Storybrooke was because he was afraid of dying.
Despite his easygoing attitude, August truly does care about breaking the curse. He’s lived his whole life carrying the burden of the promise he made his father. When he finally does try to make good on that promise he becomes frustrated and desperate. It’s a great struggle for him, especially knowing that it’s largely his own fault Emma is so mistrusting. August has carried a lot of guilt on his shoulders, both concerning Emma specifically and how he ran from his duty. He saw convincing Emma to believe as his last chance to make up for his mistakes.
August knew that his reversal back into a wooden puppet was his own fault. It was a visual representation of his failure to follow the Blue Fairy’s direction in being selfless, brave and true. He was ashamed of it and that was why he hid. He especially didn’t want his father or Emma, the two people he most didn’t want to disappoint, to see him. Yet his desire to protect them was stronger than his cowardice, and in the end that desire was what saved him.
Overall August genuinely wants to be a good person. The only problem with this is that he gets in his own way: running from his responsibilities, indulging in his human desires, giving into his nature. He longs for a chance at redemption.
First Person: [August is sitting outside, just taking in the view of the city. His device is angled so it catches his face. He has a light smile playing on his lips]
I still can’t believe this is all real. I’ve been pinching myself all day just to be sure… But it is real, isn’t it? I’m actually--
[whatever he was going to say is so overwhelming all he can do is shake his head]
This road would be perfect for riding my motorcycle, but… I don’t know. I feel like stretching my legs for a while.
Third Person: A heartbeat. An honest-to-god heartbeat! He could feel its rhythm against his chest. And the steady restricting and expanding of his lungs with each breath of air. August gave himself a minute to just enjoy these two incredible feelings. So many people took them for granted; not him. He could still remember the first time he felt these things. Just like then, August felt a surge of gleeful joy realizing what this meant.
“I’m alive.” He breathed the words out loud just to make them seem more real. “I’m alive. I did it…” The relief was making tears roll down his eyes. He was selfless, brave and true. He must have told Emma about Tamara. He remembered seeing her eyes, struggling on his last breath to tell her. Now here he was alive, so it must have worked. August pinched himself several times just to be sure. Yes, he was definitely a real man again.
Now that the initial high wore off, August realized that there was something wrong with his surroundings. Specifically that they weren’t anything like Storybrooke. What happened? Where were Emma and his father? Where was anybody? The high he felt was crashing around him fast.
“Emma?” he called out. “Emma!” He needed to see her, to be sure that this was real