Post by Carley on Sept 19, 2015 2:30:01 GMT -8
August M. Cavanaugh
Born May 10, 1983 (32 years old)
Security Director, Shepherd University
Mother: Piper Cavanaugh, living
Father: Julian Cavanaugh, deceased
Sisters: Robin and Wren Cavanaugh, living
Half-sister: Anna Cavanaugh, living
Wife: Nikki Cavanaugh, living
Children: Sunny, Noah, Mei, Brynn, Lyra, and Stella Cavanaugh, ranging from age 8 to infancy
( Face: Andrew Lee Potts
Screen name: sliver of you )
The moon is on my side, I have no reason to run.
Sometimes you're in the right place at the right time, and sometimes you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. August is never sure which one was the case that night, when a wolf tore into a spot just above his left clavicle. He had been in the woods outside his native Flagstaff, Arizona, a twenty-three year old astronomy student with a telescope and a puppy and some big ideas. Neither the telescope nor the puppy survived the night.
August did, but something wasn't right, even though he got a rabies shot immediately. He was restless and itchy in his own skin. He craved meat. None of this cooked hamburger nonsense. He wanted it as rare and bloody as the restaurants could legally make it.
He had been sort of dull, before. Oh, sure, he had a lot going for him. Valedictorian. First chair violin. Straight A's, prodigiously gifted in mathematics and science. He knew the Hertzsprung-Russell diagram by heart by the time he was in his teens. His daddy's influence, his mother would say, like Julian's spirit had entered his son the day they tore him from the wreckage of his burning car on I-40 between Ash Fork and Kingman.
Now, August ran wild through the woods on the night of the full moon and hid it from his girlfriend as best he could. She wanted a simple life, right? He'd go work for NASA, she'd go to law school. When he knocked her up, he knew there was going to be hell to pay. When she found out what he was, she called him a monster and told him he'd never see his child.
The next several years of August's life were...interesting, to say the very least. He flitted from city to city, hopeless, until he found his niche. Aw, look at the cute puppy, kids. Don't you want to take him home? And in the morning, that cute puppy is gone, and so are your valuables.
But crime doesn't pay. When he was sent to commit an act of cold-blooded murder, he balked. August helped the target flee the country, attempted to trick his employer into thinking the task had been handled, and skipped off with the cash. He thought he'd made it. He worked in paramilitary organizations, rising to the top the old fashioned way. He found his daughter, five years old, and demanded to be a part of her life. He married. He had other children.
His first wife left him. He doesn't like to talk about it.
And then a beautiful little brunette came sashaying her way into his life, all bite and flirtatiousness and barely-there denim cutoffs. August fell for it, for the creature sent to destroy him. And she would have, too. Would have marched him right into the clutches of his former employer, if it weren't for the fact that he somehow managed to actually, legitimately charm her. Charmed her right out of Stockholm Syndrome, with nothing more than a quick wit and a gentle touch.
The monster, the real monster, the man who tried to make August kill for money, is dead now. August and Nikki made very sure of that.
Life has moved August to London, where he has taken up the post of security director at Shepherd University. He figured it was because of his copious security experience, on both sides of the law. It wasn't.
A lone wolf is not a happy wolf. August has his own small pack. His mate, several pups from primary school to infancy. His friends--Snowy Zane, Hyacinth Griswold. There's the other alpha...he's not sure what to think about him yet, but he'll figure out what to do about the Dollarhyde boy when he gets there, and whether to make him friend or foe.
