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Montague Morne

2014-01-26T08:17:18Z

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Mercenary
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is quiet. He keeps to himself, only voicing opinions when he deems it necessary, and will flat out ignore any personal questions directed his way. Somewhere along the way he became quite paranoid, leaving him constantly on guard and very twitchy in new situations. Despite these flaws he is still a good person, and would go out of his way to help a stranger in need.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Tall, haunted and one-eyed adds a nifty intimidation factor.

<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.

<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows at Naldiq & Vymelli's.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it at Naldiq & Vymelli's , who had been looking for anyone capable of wielding a hammer to provide labor for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, when the Maelstrom stopped commissioning ships and began looking for men to crew them. Suddenly short of work the guild could no longer sustain its' numbers, costing Monty his job. Nonplussed, he found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

That was the last anyone saw of Monty, as a cycle into his service he seemed to disappear off the face of Hydaelyn.

====Post-Calamity:====
Monty resurfaced five years after the Battle of Carteneau Fields, looking decidedly worse for ware. He never speaks of the intervening cycles between then and now, merely shrugging off questions with an uncomfortable shift and a mumbled "past's past." The only thing known is that he has resigned his commission from the Maelstrom, operating as a freelance mercenary to any who can afford him, and convince him to give his time.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
<b>Common: </b>
*"Morne's a quiet one. Can't say I know him well these days, but that's something he'll carry into his next life." - Naldiq & Vymelli's employee

*"I don't think he sleeps." - Too many to list

<b>Uncommon: </b>
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant

*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman

<b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of Naldiq & Vymelli's

*"You keep away from it, you hear? That thing is dangerous." Gridanian Conjurer
====Tropes:====

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NeutralGood Neutral Good:] He's a good guy, but not overly concerned with the law of the land. He just likes being helpful.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HumbleHero Humble Hero:] Don't expect him to take credit for anything he does. The act is the reward, and recognition makes him uncomfortable.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAntiNihilist The Anti-Nihilist:] Life is short and needlessly cruel, so why not be nice while you can?

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CombatPragmatist Combat Pragmatist:] Clashing with his alignment, Monty doesn't believe in drawing things out for no reason. If he's fighting you chances are you deserve a beating, and he's not going to waste time with honor his enemy doesn't deserve.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KnightErrant Knight Errant:] He's a classic White Knight.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheInsomniac The Insomniac:] Carteneau left him with bad dreams.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ExhaustedEyeBags Exhausted Eye Bags:] Not sleeping isn't exactly healthy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EyepatchAfterTimeskip Eyepatch After Timeskip:] Lost an eye somewhere along the way.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheQuietOne The Quiet One:] He's a bit shy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NiceGuy Nice Guy:] Monty'd give you the shirt off his back - providing it's not too chilly out.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NoSocialSkills No Social Skills:] A lifetime spent avoiding social interaction has left him fairly bad at it.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ProperlyParanoid Properly Paranoid:] He's a firm believer in Murphy's Law, and is constantly on the lookout for life to implode around him.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheReliableOne The Reliable One:] He keeps his word, for good or bad.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlacker The Slacker:] Not so much anymore, but before the world got blown up by a dragon Monty wasn't exactly a go-getter.

====Artwork:====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]
Coutesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic.]

Montague Morne

2014-01-26T08:16:18Z

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Mercenary
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is quiet. He keeps to himself, only voicing opinions when he deems it necessary, and will flat out ignore any personal questions directed his way. Somewhere along the way he became quite paranoid, leaving him constantly on guard and very twitchy in new situations. Despite these flaws he is still a good person, and would go out of his way to help a stranger in need.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Tall, haunted and one-eyed adds a nifty intimidation factor.

<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.

<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it at Naldiq & Vymelli's , who had been looking for anyone capable of wielding a hammer to provide labor for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, when the Maelstrom stopped commissioning ships and began looking for men to crew them. Suddenly short of work the guild could no longer sustain its' numbers, costing Monty his job. Nonplussed, he found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

That was the last anyone saw of Monty, as a cycle into his service he seemed to disappear off the face of Hydaelyn.

====Post-Calamity:====
Monty resurfaced five years after the Battle of Carteneau Fields, looking decidedly worse for ware. He never speaks of the intervening cycles between then and now, merely shrugging off questions with an uncomfortable shift and a mumbled "past's past." The only thing known is that he has resigned his commission from the Maelstrom, operating as a freelance mercenary to any who can afford him, and convince him to give his time.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
<b>Common: </b>
*"Morne's a quiet one. Can't say I know him well these days, but that's something he'll carry into his next life." - Naldiq & Vymelli's employee

*"I don't think he sleeps." - Too many to list

<b>Uncommon: </b>
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant

*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman

<b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of Naldiq & Vymelli's

*"You keep away from it, you hear? That thing is dangerous." Gridanian Conjurer
====Tropes:====

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NeutralGood Neutral Good:] He's a good guy, but not overly concerned with the law of the land. He just likes being helpful.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HumbleHero Humble Hero:] Don't expect him to take credit for anything he does. The act is the reward, and recognition makes him uncomfortable.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAntiNihilist The Anti-Nihilist:] Life is short and needlessly cruel, so why not be nice while you can?

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CombatPragmatist Combat Pragmatist:] Clashing with his alignment, Monty doesn't believe in drawing things out for no reason. If he's fighting you chances are you deserve a beating, and he's not going to waste time with honor his enemy doesn't deserve.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KnightErrant Knight Errant:] He's a classic White Knight.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheInsomniac The Insomniac:] Carteneau left him with bad dreams.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ExhaustedEyeBags Exhausted Eye Bags:] Not sleeping isn't exactly healthy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EyepatchAfterTimeskip Eyepatch After Timeskip:] Lost an eye somewhere along the way.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheQuietOne The Quiet One:] He's a bit shy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NiceGuy Nice Guy:] Monty'd give you the shirt off his back - providing it's not too chilly out.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NoSocialSkills No Social Skills:] A lifetime spent avoiding social interaction has left him fairly bad at it.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ProperlyParanoid Properly Paranoid:] He's a firm believer in Murphy's Law, and is constantly on the lookout for life to implode around him.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheReliableOne The Reliable One:] He keeps his word, for good or bad.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlacker The Slacker:] Not so much anymore, but before the world got blown up by a dragon Monty wasn't exactly a go-getter.

====Artwork:====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]
Coutesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic.]

Montague Morne

2013-08-07T20:14:26Z

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.

<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.

<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
<b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith

*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader

*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman

<b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter

*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant

*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman

<b>Rare: </b>
*"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman

*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

====Tropes:====

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NeutralGood Neutral Good:] He's a good guy, but not overly concerned with the law of the land. He just likes being helpful.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HumbleHero Humble Hero:] Don't expect him to take credit for anything he does. The act is the reward, and recognition makes him uncomfortable.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAntiNihilist The Anti-Nihilist:] If he learned anything from the Calamity it's that life is short and needlessly cruel, so why not be nice while you can?

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CombatPragmatist Combat Pragmatist:] Clashing with his alignment, Monty doesn't believe in drawing things out for no reason. If he's fighting you chances are you deserve a beating, and he's not going to waste time with honor his enemy doesn't deserve.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KnightErrant Knight Errant:] He's a classic White Knight.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheInsomniac The Insomniac:] Carteneau left him with bad dreams.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ExhaustedEyeBags Exhausted Eye Bags:] Not sleeping isn't exactly healthy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EyepatchAfterTimeskip Eyepatch After Timeskip:] Lost an eye during the Calamity.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheQuietOne The Quiet One:] He's a bit shy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NiceGuy Nice Guy:] Monty'd give you the shirt off his back - providing it's not too chilly out.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NoSocialSkills No Social Skills:] A lifetime spent avoiding social interaction has left him fairly bad at it.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ProperlyParanoid Properly Paranoid:] He's a firm believer in Murphy's Law, and is constantly on the lookout for life to implode around him.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheReliableOne The Reliable One:] He keeps his word, for good or bad.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlacker The Slacker:] Not so much anymore, but before the world got blown up by a dragon Monty wasn't exactly a go-getter.

====Artwork:====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]
Coutesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic.]

Montague Morne

2013-08-07T20:13:59Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Strengths and Weaknesses: */

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| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.

<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
<b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith

*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader

*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman

<b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter

*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant

*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman

<b>Rare: </b>
*"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman

*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

====Tropes:====

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NeutralGood Neutral Good:] He's a good guy, but not overly concerned with the law of the land. He just likes being helpful.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HumbleHero Humble Hero:] Don't expect him to take credit for anything he does. The act is the reward, and recognition makes him uncomfortable.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAntiNihilist The Anti-Nihilist:] If he learned anything from the Calamity it's that life is short and needlessly cruel, so why not be nice while you can?

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CombatPragmatist Combat Pragmatist:] Clashing with his alignment, Monty doesn't believe in drawing things out for no reason. If he's fighting you chances are you deserve a beating, and he's not going to waste time with honor his enemy doesn't deserve.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KnightErrant Knight Errant:] He's a classic White Knight.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheInsomniac The Insomniac:] Carteneau left him with bad dreams.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ExhaustedEyeBags Exhausted Eye Bags:] Not sleeping isn't exactly healthy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EyepatchAfterTimeskip Eyepatch After Timeskip:] Lost an eye during the Calamity.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheQuietOne The Quiet One:] He's a bit shy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NiceGuy Nice Guy:] Monty'd give you the shirt off his back - providing it's not too chilly out.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NoSocialSkills No Social Skills:] A lifetime spent avoiding social interaction has left him fairly bad at it.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ProperlyParanoid Properly Paranoid:] He's a firm believer in Murphy's Law, and is constantly on the lookout for life to implode around him.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheReliableOne The Reliable One:] He keeps his word, for good or bad.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlacker The Slacker:] Not so much anymore, but before the world got blown up by a dragon Monty wasn't exactly a go-getter.

====Artwork:====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]
Coutesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic.]

Montague Morne

2013-08-07T20:13:21Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Tropes */

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
<b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith

*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader

*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman

<b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter

*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant

*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman

<b>Rare: </b>
*"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman

*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

====Tropes:====

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NeutralGood Neutral Good:] He's a good guy, but not overly concerned with the law of the land. He just likes being helpful.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HumbleHero Humble Hero:] Don't expect him to take credit for anything he does. The act is the reward, and recognition makes him uncomfortable.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAntiNihilist The Anti-Nihilist:] If he learned anything from the Calamity it's that life is short and needlessly cruel, so why not be nice while you can?

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CombatPragmatist Combat Pragmatist:] Clashing with his alignment, Monty doesn't believe in drawing things out for no reason. If he's fighting you chances are you deserve a beating, and he's not going to waste time with honor his enemy doesn't deserve.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KnightErrant Knight Errant:] He's a classic White Knight.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheInsomniac The Insomniac:] Carteneau left him with bad dreams.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ExhaustedEyeBags Exhausted Eye Bags:] Not sleeping isn't exactly healthy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EyepatchAfterTimeskip Eyepatch After Timeskip:] Lost an eye during the Calamity.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheQuietOne The Quiet One:] He's a bit shy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NiceGuy Nice Guy:] Monty'd give you the shirt off his back - providing it's not too chilly out.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NoSocialSkills No Social Skills:] A lifetime spent avoiding social interaction has left him fairly bad at it.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ProperlyParanoid Properly Paranoid:] He's a firm believer in Murphy's Law, and is constantly on the lookout for life to implode around him.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheReliableOne The Reliable One:] He keeps his word, for good or bad.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlacker The Slacker:] Not so much anymore, but before the world got blown up by a dragon Monty wasn't exactly a go-getter.

====Artwork:====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]
Coutesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic.]

Montague Morne

2013-08-07T20:11:15Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Rumors: */

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
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| stat_6 =
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
<b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith

*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader

*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman

<b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter

*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant

*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman

<b>Rare: </b>
*"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman

*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

====Tropes====

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NeutralGood Neutral Good:] He's a good guy, but not overly concerned with the law of the land. He just likes being helpful.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HumbleHero Humble Hero:] Don't expect him to take credit for anything he does. The act is the reward, and recognition makes him uncomfortable.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAntiNihilist The Anti-Nihilist:] If he learned anything from the Calamity it's that life is short and needlessly cruel, so why not be nice while you can?

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CombatPragmatist Combat Pragmatist:] Clashing with his alignment, Monty doesn't believe in drawing things out for no reason. If he's fighting you chances are you deserve a beating, and he's not going to waste time with honor his enemy doesn't deserve.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KnightErrant Knight Errant:] He's a classic White Knight.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheInsomniac The Insomniac:] Carteneau left him with bad dreams.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ExhaustedEyeBags Exhausted Eye Bags:] Not sleeping isn't exactly healthy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EyepatchAfterTimeskip Eyepatch After Timeskip:] Lost an eye during the Calamity.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheQuietOne The Quiet One:] He's a bit shy.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NiceGuy Nice Guy:] Monty'd give you the shirt off his back - providing it's not too chilly out.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NoSocialSkills No Social Skills:] A lifetime spent avoiding social interaction has left him fairly bad at it.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ProperlyParanoid Properly Paranoid:] He's a firm believer in Murphy's Law, and is constantly on the lookout for life to implode around him.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheReliableOne The Reliable One:] He keeps his word, for good or bad.

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlacker The Slacker:] Not so much anymore, but before the world got blown up by a dragon Monty wasn't exactly a go-getter.

====Artwork:====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]
Coutesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic.]

Montague Morne

2013-08-04T05:12:48Z

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

====Artwork:====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]
Coutesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic.]

Montague Morne

2013-08-04T05:10:45Z

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

====Artwork====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]
Coutesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic.]

Montague Morne

2013-08-04T05:09:32Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Artwork */

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

====Artwork====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|300x300px]]

Montague Morne

2013-08-04T05:09:08Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Rumors: */

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{{Infobox-character
| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

====Artwork====
[[File:Monty2.jpg|thumb|300x300px|Courtesy of the Lying Psychic]]

Montague Morne

2013-08-04T05:06:18Z

AFriendOfAFriend:

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| name = Montague Morne
| image=Monty.png
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = "Where from here?"
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
| stat_5 =
| stat_5_value =
| stat_6 =
| stat_6_value =
}}

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

File:Monty.png

2013-08-04T05:04:13Z

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Montague Morne

2013-07-30T02:09:27Z

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| image=Monty2.jpg
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = (Image courtesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic])
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut over his right eye, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-30T02:08:47Z

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| image=Monty2.jpg
| imagewidth = 300
| caption = (Image courtesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic])
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-30T02:05:25Z

AFriendOfAFriend:

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| image=Monty2.jpg
| caption = (Image courtesy of the [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/member.php?action=profile&uid=1224 Lying Psychic])
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

File:Monty2.jpg

2013-07-30T01:38:38Z

AFriendOfAFriend:

Montague Morne

2013-07-28T17:45:14Z

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| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
| stat_4 = Occupation
| stat_4_value = Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*Chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.
*Has trouble remembering people's names.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-28T03:17:42Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Rumors: */

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| citizenship = Limsa Lominsan
| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
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| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; border: 3px solid rgb(0,15,15); background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant business wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-28T03:16:13Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Rumors: */

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| clan = Duskwight
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| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
| stat_3_value = [http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Rhalgr,_the_Destroyer Rhalgr, the Destroyer]
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant businiess wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano." - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-28T03:15:10Z

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| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think 'e had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant businiess wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano," - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-28T03:13:34Z

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| stat_2 = Nameday
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| stat_3 = Guardian
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willin' t' lend a hand, ne'er complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"Didn't think he had a temper 'til I saw 'im lose it. New fella joined the 'van, real slimy type. 'E was tryin'a swindle folk outta whatever they had left. When 'e found out, Monty got quiet... Well, quieter'n usual, somehow. 'E asked the guy to stop, an' the fella spat in 'is face an' told 'im to do some unpleasant businiess wit' 'is mother. Now Monty's missin' a hammer from his 'is kit, an' that bastard's singin' soprano," - Traveling Foreman
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-22T02:49:12Z

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| stat_2 = Nameday
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| stat_3 = Guardian
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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-22T02:13:04Z

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==Name:==
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-22T02:05:27Z

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==Name:==
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

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====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
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====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-22T01:40:56Z

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====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

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====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(0,15,15)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(0,15,15)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-22T01:39:22Z

AFriendOfAFriend:

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-21T21:01:21Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Pre-Calamity: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to lift an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-19T15:42:26Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Pre-Calamity: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-19T15:41:53Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Pre-Calamity: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, First Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:29:55Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Strengths and Weaknesses: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
*<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
*<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:29:40Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Likes and Dislikes: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
:<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
:<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
*<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
*<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:29:23Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Rumors: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
:<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
:<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
:<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
:<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
*<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
*<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:29:09Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Rumors: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
:<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
:<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
:<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
:<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
*<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
:<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
:<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:28:34Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Rumors: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
:<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
:<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
:<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
:<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
:<b>Common: </b>
**"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
**"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
**"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
:<b>Uncommon: </b>
**"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
**"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
**"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
:<b>Rare: </b>
**"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:27:37Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Strengths and Weaknesses: */

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| stat_2 = Nameday
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| stat_3 = Guardian
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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
:<b>Strengths:</b>
**Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**A skilled craftsman.
**Not too shabby with a great-axe.
:<b>Weaknesses:</b>
**Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
**Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
**Almost intensely private.
**Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
:<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
:<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:26:45Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Likes and Dislikes: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
:<b>Likes:</b>
**Quiet.
**Red and blue.
**Rain.
**Reading.
**Helping people.
**Chocolate.
:<b>Dislikes:</b>
**The cold.
**Green and yellow.
**Crowds.
**Loud, unexpected noises.
**Those who take advantage of others.
**Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:26:14Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Likes and Dislikes: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
:<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
:<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:25:30Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Strengths and Weaknesses: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:24:58Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Strengths and Weaknesses: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<dd><b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<dd><b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:24:21Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Rumors */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors:====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:24:05Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Neutral */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral:====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>

====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:23:48Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Enemies */

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| stat_2 = Nameday
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| stat_3 = Guardian
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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies:====

====Neutral====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>
====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:23:32Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Friends */

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| title = The Lion and the Wolf
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| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
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| stat_2 = Nameday
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| stat_3 = Guardian
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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends:====

====Enemies====
====Neutral====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>
====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:23:19Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Post-Calamity */

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| gender = Male
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| stat_3 = Guardian
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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity:====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends====
====Enemies====
====Neutral====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>
====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:23:05Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Pre-Calamity */

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| imagewidth =
| caption =
| title = The Lion and the Wolf
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| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
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| stat_5 =
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{{Character-stub}}

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity:====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends====
====Enemies====
====Neutral====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>
====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:14:20Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Appearance: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia. Has several scars: a cut on his right cheek, a hole in his right shoulder and a large gash on his left shin.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends====
====Enemies====
====Neutral====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>
====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:03:58Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Personality: */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.

(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends====
====Enemies====
====Neutral====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>
====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-18T00:03:20Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Post-Calamity */

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<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.
(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Background"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Background</span></div></span></h2>

====Pre-Calamity====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity====
He awoke some time later, being fussed over by a conjurer from the Adders. He had somehow survived the madness, losing only an eye, some blood, his friends and the chance of ever again getting a full night's sleep. Upon returning to Limsa Lominsa he resigned his commission, Carteneau having robbed him of any form of fighting spirit he may have once had. Using what little skill he'd picked up in his logging days he joined with a traveling caravan of craftsmen and merchants, helping repair the damage caused by the ancient Primal.

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Relationships"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Relationships</span></div></span></h2>

====Friends====
====Enemies====
====Neutral====
<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Miscellaneous"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Miscellaneous</span></div></span></h2>
====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

2013-07-17T23:54:46Z

AFriendOfAFriend: /* Pre-Calamity */

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| gender = Male
| race = Elezen
| clan = Duskwight
| stat_1 = Age
| stat_1_value = 27 (approx.)
| stat_2 = Nameday
| stat_2_value = 2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
| stat_3 = Guardian
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{{Character-stub}}

<h2><span class="mw-headline" id="Character"><div style="padding:10px 15px; background: rgb(153,2,5)"><span style="color:#FFFFFF">Character</span></div></span></h2>

====Name:====
Montague Morne

====Nicknames:====
Monty

====Appearance:====
*'''Height/Weight:''' 7fulms, 215ponz
*'''Build:''' Monty is slender for his size, and slightly gaunt.
*'''Eyes:''' His right eye is blue, with the left having gone white in blindness.
*'''Hair:''' Dirty blonde and shoulder-length; he doesn't like to fuss with it and so usually keeps it tied back.
*'''Skin:''' Pale, even for a Duskwight, though he spends plenty of time in the sun.
*'''Other:''' He constantly appears slightly ill, with sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He attributes this to his ongoing insomnia.

====Personality:====
Monty is the overachiever's underachiever. He's spent his entire life resting on his laurels, taking the path of least resistance. He is quiet, unassuming, and tends to avoid any distinct social interaction. He is a bit shy, and crowds and overt attention make him uncomfortable. Since Carteneau his silences have become less awkward and more introspective, and while he still dislikes being too open he also spends his time helping others in whatever way he can. He has become very unsure of himself, for the first time questioning his lackadaisical attitude and what he wants to do with his life.
(Alignment: [http://easydamus.com/neutralgood.html Neutral Good])

====Strengths and Weaknesses:====
<b>Strengths:</b>
*Though slim, Monty is deceptively strong. Underestimate him at your own peril.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*A skilled craftsman.
*Not too shabby with a great-axe.
<b>Weaknesses:</b>
*Lack of proper sleep has sapped much of Monty's energy, making him tire easily.
*Loyal to a fault to those who've earned it.
*Almost intensely private.
*Half-blind.

====Likes and Dislikes:====
<b>Likes:</b>
*Quiet.
*Red and blue.
*Rain.
*Reading.
*Helping people.
*Chocolate.
<b>Dislikes:</b>
*The cold.
*Green and yellow.
*Crowds.
*Loud, unexpected noises.
*Those who take advantage of others.
*Seafood.

====Quirks:====
*Monty speaks in a slow, hesitant manner, with an accent that jumps regions every other sentence. He blames this on growing up in an orphanage, and around a group of rather diverse fellows in the La Noscea Logging Company.
*He chews on grass stalks when he's nervous, claiming it calms him.
*Hates the cold with an almost religious fervor, to the point where he is hardly ever seen without at least some form of long-sleeved clothing - even in the middle of Thanalan.

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====Pre-Calamity====
Monty's life before the Calamity can be described in one word: Boring.

Found on a rainy day somewhere near Summerford Farms, Monty spent his formative cycles in an orphanage. He was quiet, even as a child, and always rather tall for his age. This, coupled with being one of the only Elezen - let alone Duskwight - led to the other children shying away from him. He never minded, preferring his solitude even then. Like the other orphans he was taught by the Matrons to read and write in hopes of giving the unfortunate children as much of a chance as they could.

When he became old enough he spent his days away from the orphanage, looking for work - not out of any sense of obligation, but because it was expected of him. He found it in the La Noscea Logging Company, who had been looking for anyone capable of swinging an axe in order to provide material for the ever-bustling shipyards. Life continued on in the same way until his sixteenth nameday, with the only major incident being his almost losing a leg while trying to swing an axe four sizes too big for him. That was the cycle the Company was to close its' doors. The Maelstrom had stopped commissioning ships and begun looking for men to crew them, and so Monty found himself going with the flow of things and signing on as a Private, Third Class.

The cycles continued to pass, and Monty stayed the same. He never rose in the ranks, never impressed his superiors, never made many friends. He woke up, he did his duty, he ate, he slept, he collected his pay - a happy little monotony. Then Nael Van Darnus decided to drag a moon from the sky, and someone with a much higher pay grade than him decided to meet that moon with an army.

The Battle of Carteneau Fields would go down as the single stupidest thing he had ever been part of. The Garleans were a fearsome force to clash against given the best of situations, but the giant flaming rock poised to crash into them just made it so much worse. What few friends he'd managed to make were cut down before his eyes, and eventually he was brought to his knees with not a few nasty cuts and a bullet in his right shoulder.

Then Dalamud cracked open like some giant, demented egg.

He thankfully couldn't recall much after Bahamut's emergence, merely flashes of the ensuing chaos. Explosions and fire and terrified screams. The Admiral sounding the retreat. The old Archon appearing on the field and a blinding light.

====Post-Calamity====

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====Friends====
====Enemies====
====Neutral====
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====Rumors====
<dd><b>Common: </b>
*"He's a quiet fellow. Been working with us almost a cycle now, can't say I ever heard him speak." - Traveling Blacksmith
*"The poor dear, he really doesn't get enough sleep. Took nearly a moon for them to finish up my barn - would have been longer, but he stayed up all night working after the others had gone to bed. Twelve bless him, but he needs his rest!" - Thanalan Homesteader
*"'S a good lad, strong. Always willing to lend a hand, never complains." - Traveling Foreman
<dd><b>Uncommon: </b>
*"He's a mite too good with that axe of his. Asked him once, but he waved it off sayin' he'd been loggin' all his life. I know better, though. He swings that thing like he's killin' someone with it, and damned efficiently, too." - Traveling Carpenter
*"I've never seen someone buy so much terebinth. He wiped out my whole stock, must have cost him a month's pay." - Ul'Dahn Merchant
*"There's sumpthin' on 'is arm, up by th' shoulder. Some kinna tattoo, I reckon. Got real tetchy when I pointed it out." - Ferry Crewman
<dd><b>Rare: </b>
*"I knew Montague Morne, ever since he was a wee one. I don't know who this fop thinks he's foolin', but he ain't Monty." - Former Employee of the La Noscea Logging Company

Montague Morne

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