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August was born to the streets and back alleyways. From a shockingly young age he learned to pickpocket and pilfer, commiting a myriad of small crimes in order to get by. He learned how to fend for himself, coming into his own as a scrappy and admirable young lad. He excelled in street smarts and knowledge of infrastructure, abusing his smaller stature and physique to get into places others weren’t able. His affinity for getting into the best kinds of trouble, as well as his morally gray background and actions, attracted the attention of a small, underground criminal group. With the promise of food and a place to sleep sealed with a handshake, August was an honorary member of the group. He spent a handful of months with the group before finding his hatred for organized crime. Gangs, syndicates, and the like all seemed to desire only one thing - to please the boss man. And that was far from the reason that August got his hands dirty. In the middle of the night, August left. He ran until he had nowhere else to run to, and that was when they found him.[break][break]

The Silvertongues.[break][break]

He was welcomed with open arms, as long as he could contribute and slowed nobody down. For once in his life, August felt like he was home.