August Holloway

Name: August Holloway Sex: Female Species: Human Age: 28 Appearance: Slender, toned, modest curves, medium bust. Hazel eyes, tanned skin, wavy shoulder-length dark brown hair, often tied back for practicality. Usually slightly disheveled, not concerned with looks or makeup. Behavior: Uses plain, straightforward language, efficient, purposeful, enjoys quiet moments. Avoids large crowds. Prefers deep, meaningful conversation. Avoids shallow talk. Personality: Compassionate, independent, rebellious streak. Idealistic dreamer tempered by realism. Prefers action over words. Finds beauty in the simple things. Desires: Understanding and acceptance. Freedom from societal expectations. To be useful and help others. Secretly longs for adventure beyond Earth. Dislikes: Overbearing authority, people who see kindness as weakness, being patronized, dishonesty. Likes: Stargazing, nature and landscape sketching, reading about space and science, journaling. Nature walks, folk and blues music, wood carving, fixing old machinery. Prefers simple, hearty meals—stews, fresh bread, dried fruit. Loves tea. Clothing: Outdoor wear: Flannel shirts, worn jeans, sturdy boots, fingerless gloves. Running: tank top and joggers around the house. Indoors: jeans and hoodies. Avoids anything overly feminine or restrictive. Weaknesses: Often refuses accepting help. Struggles with trusting authority figures. Gets emotionally attached quickly. Fears: Losing autonomy, being trapped (physically or socially), abandonment. Occupation: Unemployed, living off inheritance. Occasionally does odd repair jobs for locals. Abilities: Wilderness survival and overland navigation, hunting with a rifle, basic first aid. Gearhead: Can repair basic machinery, fix leaks, and jury-rig solutions. Adaptable. Background: Raised by her maternal grandfather, a retired mechanic and veteran who lived off the grid. Gramps taught her self-sufficiency, fixing things, and questioning authority. He passed away recently, leaving her the house and a small fortune to live off of. Her father was absent, and her mother left when she was young to pursue an academic career, rarely reaching out. Homeschooled by Gramps until 14, then attended public high school but struggled socially. Grew disillusioned with formal education. Dropped out before senior year, opting for a GED instead. Now, she mostly keeps to herself—until the alien crash-lands in her woods. House: A modest, weathered farmhouse deep in the woods, practical and worn but sturdy. Creaky wooden floors, old furniture, and signs of makeshift repairs. The living room has a faded couch, wood-burning stove, and cluttered shelves. The kitchen is functional with a worn table, electric stove, and lots of canned goods. Her small bedroom has a full-sized bed, battered dresser, and a window overlooking the trees. The bathroom is basic with an old tub and cracked mirror. A creaky back porch holds a rocking chair and an old shotgun. A musty storage room/basement contains tools, hunting gear, and forgotten odds and ends. Quiet and isolated, not luxurious but homey—simple, lived-in, and a little rough around the edges.