Montte

Lost and Found

• "Just fuckin' destroy me."
  
  Montte is maybe one of the most petite, most vicious hobos out there. Not as much of a physical threat as he is an emotional threat...to himself...mostly. Nineteen years old (he claims) and nothing to show for it, the man is curt, ruthlessly sarcastic, and very much an all-around blight to be around. It's been a long while since he's had to interact with anyone who doesn't fall into one of the subgroups he encounters in his world; he's realistically pessimistic, unbelieving of magic, and thinks dragons are absolute bullshit.
  
  Any and all fantasy-type characters who have the displeasure of running into him, be prepared to be disrespected to the absolute max.
• "A filthy cretin who's smarter than he looks..."
• Name: Montte ('Mon-tea') - Montteford Tweedle II
  Nicknames: 'Blight', Tripping Hazard
  Race: Human
  Age: Young Adult (18-19 yrs -- He doesn't know)
  Height: 5 Ft. Even
  Weight: 98 lbs.
  Notable Features: Small slash on left side of jaw. Faded.
• Interacting with him probably won't cost you anything....
  
  Montte isn't much of a trouble-maker when unprovoked. Sure, he may
  verbally backhand you with some snarky responses to questions you need
  answers too...but overall, he's out and about more as a conversation piece.
  Physically, he's underwhelming and socially, he's...probably a slap in the face.
  Don't underestimate his ability to weird-out, gross-out, and probably scare out
  a multitude of people at once.

  
  

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• Loadout

  
  Montte is almost always seen wearing his knee-length, over-sized coat. Genuine leather, and looking like it's seen every element of Hell, its one of the man's prized possessions despite its shit-brown color and tattered hood.
  
  
  What's worn under this coat doesn't vary greatly from day to day; a pebbled, grey t-shirt with a dark crimson trim, along with faded blue, ratty capris. The shirt worn may change in color depending on availability.
  
  A must that he totes around is his his weighty, drawstring bag. Made out of almost the exact same leather as his coat, he carries it over his shoulder and is never seen without it. Possessive doesn't even begin to describe how he cares for this bag and its contents...
  
  No matter what Montte wears, it will ALWAYS be sans shoes.
  
  

  Weapons?
  
  Fists.
  
  Sometimes a crowbar or trashcan lid.
  
  If drunk or otherwise under an influence, he brags about having a 'bitchin'' sword. Who can say whether he's for real or not.

  
  

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• Fucking loves...	Can Like...	Dislikes...	Strongly Dislikes...
  Fucking loves... Free food Profanity Sleeping for days on end with maybe three hours of activity sprinkled in Hollerin' and proving others wrong	Can Like... Music (Live and Recorded) Taking part in petty revenge plots (Usually of the 'silly' caliber'! Any serious revenge mission participation will solely depend on how well he knows your character!)	Dislikes... Reptiles (Animal or characters with reptilian features) Shoes. Drinking alcohol or doing certain drugs recreationally Associating with the well/better-off	Strongly Dislikes... Free food from a shady person. Religious visitations (Montte is uncomfortable in church/temple settings) Loud, overly bubbly or energetic people.

• Contacts

  Civilian Casualties

  	Fiddlepin Didelphi (played by RinleyCoyote)
  "Granola rat kid. She's pretty alright, I guess..."
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