Montague Morne

Montague Morne
The Lion and the Wolf
Gender	Male
Race	Elezen
Clan	Duskwight
Citizenship	Limsa Lominsan
Age	27 (approx.)
Nameday	2nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon, 1550 (Date he entered the orphanage)
Guardian	Rhalgr, the Destroyer
Occupation	Carpenter, Former Grand Company Mook

Character

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: Neutral Good)

Strengths and Weaknesses:

• Strengths:
  • 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.
• Weaknesses:
  • 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:

• Likes:
  • Quiet.
  • Red and blue.
  • Rain.
  • Reading.
  • Helping people.
  • Chocolate.
• Dislikes:
  • 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.

Background

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.

Relationships

Friends:

Enemies:

Neutral:

Miscellaneous

Rumors:

• Common:
  • "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
• Uncommon:
  • "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
• Rare:
  • "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