August was born to Ciela May Whitlock and an unknown man, though Ciela did say she knew where he was. It was while she was going to find him that she was killed in a car accident, leaving August in the care of his "aunts", Catherine Villareal and Marianne Villareal, née Arnaud.

Unbeknownst to August for most of his life, Ciela isn't actually dead. You see, August's father is a demon lord known to his aunts only as "Johann" and she was going to find whatever hellhole he'd crawled into after knocking her up to drag him out by the ear to help raise their son. By all accounts, she would have likely managed it if she hadn't been lost to Hell. She's still alive, and he knows this now, but it maybe a Hades and Persephone thing. He's not sure. Given that his father is Nebiros and is stated to never really have stayed in one place, August suspects she may be lost, combined with Drama in the Hells keeping her there.

August has never known life outside of the town of Solor, the town closest to the family's bird sanctuary (Crowley Sanctuary for Birds), and in fact would rather not have known life inside the town either as it is much too small for someone as...interesting as August is, with his naturally silver-white hair that he usually has dyed and weird pet raven and interest in fashion and uncanny knack for fortune telling. Guess how many times he was called a witch by someone. Just guess. (Granted, they aren't wrong, but still.)

Thanks in large part to growing up weird, queer, and pagan in a small town, August is very much the cranky anti-social witch in the woods stereotype, if better dressed. He likes his family, his bird, the only other queer guy in town, the other local witch, and the baker and her boyfriend. That's it. Everyone else can go fuck right off, because August does not have the time or emotional bandwidth to deal with their shit.

That being said, when he's around the people he likes he's the sort of guy you'd expect a twenty something who grew up with crazy healing to be: a little reckless, a lot of a dork, and with some crazy stories. He's also much more personable and vulnerable when he's around the people he likes, since he feels safe with them. He's clingy at times, though he'll deny it, and he's extremely touchy if the other party doesn't mind (read: if he likes you, he will cuddle. A Lot).

Perhaps because of his heritage or perhaps because of the defenses he put up to protect himself as a child, August can also be...very explosive, emotionally speaking. He doesn't take everything personally or anything, but setbacks and bad news can send him into a bit of a spiral until he just snaps and yells or cries or runs off to be alone with his bird. He'll calm down quickly, but whatever upset him might still be simmering in the background, just waiting for another thing to set him off. Thankfully, his abilities are not emotionally powered.

He's also very likely to blame himself for whatever's happening, if it could feasibly be blamed on him. He's working on it.

August's primary abilities are stored in his tarot cards. The deck is imbued with August's demonic energy and is a very effective weapon because of it, while also being a Highly Accurate fortune telling tool. He can draw a card to decimate a horde of enemies and then draw that same card to call you a little bitch who needs to get their life together. Of course, decimating an horde of enemies is significantly more exhausting than dealing with a sassy deck, so he often can't fight battle after battle without serious consequences.

Yes, the half-demon is a wimp. He knows. At least when he's actively channeling his demonic abilities, he's a bit sturdier. He looks like a demon, sure, but well. He's a demon. What else do you expect?

Other than that, August is able to call on his raven familiar Julian to distract and otherwise cause problems. Julian also has a knife. Julian is very fond of his knife. Julian can stab people with his knife. Don't piss off Julian.

August is also an accomplished tailor and makes all of his own clothes. He's joked that if they were portable, his dressform and sewing machine would be just as powerful a Tool as his tarot cards. He's not wrong.