Post by august natesh dhatri on Jan 1, 2010 13:06:22 GMT -6
`AUGUST NATESH DHATRI!
`YOU KNOW IM NOT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU!
NICKNAMES his friends call him august
AGE 20
GENDER male
ETHNICITY august's mother is indian, his father fourth generation canadian and caucasian.
RELIGON august is devoutly roman catholic, which he does not share in common with his family. his mother is hindu but supportive of his choices.
SEXUALITY straight, with a slight phobia of homosexuality encouraged by his religion.
STATUS single, but uninterested. his studies take up far too much time for a girlfriend to happen.
OCCUPATION OR GRADE august is a fourth-year student at the university of toronto. he is vying to get into med school and as such lives off of student loans and kraft dinner.
PLAYED BY sufjan stevens[/ul]
`YOU STOLE MY HEART THEN YOU KICKED IT ASIDE!
DISLIKES august does not like people who are overly excitable or animated because they make him very nervous. he does not like swearing or crude, lascivious behavior. he dislikes homosexuality though he admits it makes him a bit close-minded and judgmental. he dislikes seeing movies by himself and eastern winters and sushi. he is not particularly fond of extreme political affiliations or of politics in general.
FEARS august has a slight fear of homosexuality, and though he has nothing against people who are gay, he does not like being hit on by other men. he is also afraid of failure, particularly of being rejected from med school, which has always been his dream.
SECRETS august's primary reason for wanting to be a doctor is to impress his childhood sweetheart who still lives down the road from his mother's house. he's had a crush on her since he was eight years old.
august cheated on his second year literature course to get a passing grade.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]
▪ introverted: august is not the outgoing, talkative type. he prefers to spend his evenings holed up in his apartment going over his notes with a cup of tea. even in four years in toronto he's made few friends in the city. he misses the old comforts of home in kelowna, especially his mother's cooking. august is often uncomfortable in meeting new people and is best-known for his long, awkward silences.
▪ spiritual: one of the few things august will frequently wander from his home for is church. he is extremely devoted to his beliefs, having found jesus at nineteen in his second year of university when he was going through some rough times. he always wears a rosary tucked away beneath his shirt and rubs it often when worried or nervous.
▪ studious: august appreciates the time that he can spend by himself doing things he likes to do and what he likes to do is study. he rarely speaks and smiles even less and finds that this makes it easier for him to concentrate on the things that matter. he considers himself a kind of med-school monk, having taken a vow of silence and solitude in order to better pursue his career goals in such a competitive field.
▪ awkward: August has never been really sure how to act around people. For the most part he just smiles and nods, and rarely offers his opinion on things which often causes people to think he doesn't like them. He's uncomfortable with meeting new people, and will continue to be uncomfortable with them for several months until he feels he knows them well enough to finally let loose.
▪ relaxed despite his awkwardness, august is in fact very comfortable with himself and when on his own is very relaxed and easy-going. he's difficult to upset and still more difficult to anger, and has a fairly laid-back take on life with the exception of school and church, both of which he takes very seriously.
OVERALL APPEARANCE[/b] august is relatively tall and thin in typical poor-university-student fashion. judging by his body type one can safely assume that he subsists on microwave dinners and instant noodles. he dresses the part too in clothing several years old or second-hand. he's taken a particular liking to ugly wooly sweaters, having found that he can turn his heat down by several degrees in the winter if he keeps a few on hand. he likes jeans and sneakers and t-shirts and isn't really very particular about what kind or color or brand. he has no tattoos or any distinguishing marks for that matter, and is overall fairly average in appearance but for his slightly gap-toothed smile and noticeably too-large ears.
HISTORY[/b]
August comes from a fairly normal Canadian family. His father was a decent man, his mother the sweetest creature one could have the privilege of knowing. They were married young, high school sweethearts, and August was born soon after. Unfortunately, as all good things must come to an end, his mother and father divorced when he was young but remained close. As such he grew up with both parents, spending a week with each. His mother spoiled him, her only child, his father was strict in his discipline but fair. He was encouraged to do well in school and rewarded well for his good grades. His acceptance into the University of Toronto was his mother's proudest moment. He recalls her crying in the kitchen and repeating, "My darling son, my pride and joy". His mother invited her whole family over for a celebration dinner and spent hours in the kitchen preparing samosa and naan and shahi paneer.
The move to Toronto was difficult for his mother, but August was eager to get away and start his own life as all young adults must. His mother sent weekly care packages for the first few months, then only letters in her fine hand. His father called him nightly to ask how he was doing and whether he needed some money, and August studied hard.
In April of his second year of study, August's father passed away of an unexpected heart attack. August, devastated, took two weeks off school and flew back west for his father's funeral. When he returned to Toronto, he threw himself into his studies whole-heartedly, working so hard as to be hospitalized a few days for terrible anxiety and dehydration. It was at this time he found Jesus in the nightstand of his hospital room. The little New Testament was just what he needed, something to live for and to love and keep near to him.
When he left the hospital, August found the nearest church and sat down with the priest and asked many questions and when he left he felt better.
Now in his fourth year of school and looking forward to many more, August is doing well, though not at the top of his class as he had hoped.[/ul]
`WHEN HES INSIDE YOU KNOW THERES NO ROOM FOR ME!
[/font]It’s cold in August’s little apartment but that’s how he likes it. This morning when he woke up he put on two sweaters instead of one, buttoning the second over the first with great satisfaction before making his cup of tea and microwaving a bit of last night’s leftovers for breakfast. He made his bed quietly, the hum of downtown traffic his soundtrack in the gray morning light. He has always been an early riser. It’s six o’clock in the morning and he sits down at his kitchen table with his tea and his leftovers and his anatomy text book and he reads a few pages while he eats distractedly. When he is done the chapter he takes a bit of time off as it is Sunday and thus he must attend mass. He puts his teacup in the sink and closes his text book with a slip of paper tucked between the pages to keep his place.
August showers quickly, dries his hair with a towel and hangs it on the hook on the back of the door to dry. He leaves the bathroom door open for steam to escape, brushes his hair though for the most part it still stands up on end, and changes into his best suit, which is one he picked up at Value Village and is a bit too large but of a nice brown wool. By the time he is dressed and his hair dried it is only seven thirty, so he makes himself another cup of tea and watches Wheel of Fortune for a half hour, guessing correctly almost all the solutions. He’s always been good at word puzzles.
When it is over, he stands up and leaves his teacup on the coffee table. Gromit the cat touches the cup with his nose curiously and then moves on to the armchair where he curls up on the well-used blanket August leaves for him there.
Mass starts at nine and the bus arrives at eight-fifteen. August stands outside in his coat and mittens for a while waiting. There’s a woman who stands next to him who often stands next to him on Sundays in this spot. She’s elderly and August doesn’t know her name, but she smiles at him and he smiles back if only briefly.
The bus is empty but for he and the elderly lady and a businessman type sitting near the back. August and the older woman sit next to each other and exchange pleasantries for the length of the trip. He finally finds out her name is Irene and when he gets off the bus he shakes her hand and thanks the bus driver. The church is just starting to fill up with people here early to greet their friends and shake hands and make small talk. August sits in one of the pews near the back by himself and takes the bible out of the pew in front of him and reads a bit of Genesis while he waits, turning the well-read pages delicately and with a sense of overpowering serenity.
The sermon is long and boring but that’s what he likes about it. It is almost relaxing in its monotony, the Hail Marys and Our Father Who Art in Heaven Hallowed Be Thy Names all in unison. He takes communion quietly and when the service is over, August gets up and leaves without speaking to anybody and begins the long walk home, stopping only briefly at the grocery store to pick up another box of tea and some toothpaste. The air is brisk but not cold, praised be the Lord, and so he takes the long way round, stopping at the park near his house with his plastic grocery bag and sitting down on a splintered bench to scatter crumbled soda crackers at his feet and watch the pigeons peck around in the snow.
August showers quickly, dries his hair with a towel and hangs it on the hook on the back of the door to dry. He leaves the bathroom door open for steam to escape, brushes his hair though for the most part it still stands up on end, and changes into his best suit, which is one he picked up at Value Village and is a bit too large but of a nice brown wool. By the time he is dressed and his hair dried it is only seven thirty, so he makes himself another cup of tea and watches Wheel of Fortune for a half hour, guessing correctly almost all the solutions. He’s always been good at word puzzles.
When it is over, he stands up and leaves his teacup on the coffee table. Gromit the cat touches the cup with his nose curiously and then moves on to the armchair where he curls up on the well-used blanket August leaves for him there.
Mass starts at nine and the bus arrives at eight-fifteen. August stands outside in his coat and mittens for a while waiting. There’s a woman who stands next to him who often stands next to him on Sundays in this spot. She’s elderly and August doesn’t know her name, but she smiles at him and he smiles back if only briefly.
The bus is empty but for he and the elderly lady and a businessman type sitting near the back. August and the older woman sit next to each other and exchange pleasantries for the length of the trip. He finally finds out her name is Irene and when he gets off the bus he shakes her hand and thanks the bus driver. The church is just starting to fill up with people here early to greet their friends and shake hands and make small talk. August sits in one of the pews near the back by himself and takes the bible out of the pew in front of him and reads a bit of Genesis while he waits, turning the well-read pages delicately and with a sense of overpowering serenity.
The sermon is long and boring but that’s what he likes about it. It is almost relaxing in its monotony, the Hail Marys and Our Father Who Art in Heaven Hallowed Be Thy Names all in unison. He takes communion quietly and when the service is over, August gets up and leaves without speaking to anybody and begins the long walk home, stopping only briefly at the grocery store to pick up another box of tea and some toothpaste. The air is brisk but not cold, praised be the Lord, and so he takes the long way round, stopping at the park near his house with his plastic grocery bag and sitting down on a splintered bench to scatter crumbled soda crackers at his feet and watch the pigeons peck around in the snow.
`YOU LIFT ME UP AND THEN YOU THROW ME BACK DOWN!
NICKNAMES ...india?
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? i can be reached at indiaashes@gmail.com or via aim at bodiesinthegrass.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? i was referred by nina from neopets.
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