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Alexander Montgomery

"Keep your nose clean and pretend it never happened."

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a character in “A Grimm World”, originally authored by Wolf's Bane109, as played by RolePlayGateway

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ImageImage . B A S I C S .
§ . n a m e . Alexander Daniel Xavier Montgomery

§ . m o n i k e r ( s ) . Alex, Monty, Bigby

§ . g e n d e r . Cis-Male | He/Him

§ . a g e . 26

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . Bisexual

§ . o r i g i n . The Homelands

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i pxs t a t u s . Single

§ . o c c u p a t i o n . Mechanic

§ . r o l e .Hero (former 'Villain')

§ . f a i r y t a l e . Little Red Riding Hood (most notably)



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§ . e y e s . dark brown

§ . h a i r . jet black

§ . h e i g h t . 6' 3" | 190cm

§ . w e i g h t . 180lbs | 81kg

§ . p h y s i q u e . Muscular, well built

§ . s k i n . Naturally tanned

§ . s c a r s . Too many to count



Image Image . C H A R A C T E R .

§ . d e m e a n o r . Unapproachable, intimidating, unfriendly

§ . f e a r s . Tight spaces, loud noises, death, drowning

§ . v i c e ( s) . Alcohol, Smoking

§ . d i s l i k e s . comedy shows, hunters, cats

§ . f l a w s . anger issues, short fuse, narrow minded

§ . s t r e n g t h s . loyal, calculating, determined

§ . i n t e l l i g e n c e . Highly intelligent, lived multiple lifetimes

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . As a result of his actions back in the Homelands, Bigby has difficulty connecting with others, often closing himself off to the people around him. This attitude complicates his work, making him appear indifferent to the plights of the fables he is meant to help. He is not afraid to use force in a confrontation, making many people fearful of him like they used to back in the Homelands. He does, however, have a compassionate side, protecting Little Red from the Woodsman, showing some concern for Lawrence when he was being deeply affected by one of his friend's apparent deaths. He also expresses a desire to help the people of Essex, but feels he is unable to do so due to his personality and past actions back in the fableworld.

Bigby is pragmatic, cunning, competent, stoic, and usually even-tempered despite his animal nature. Even after all his years in Essex, he is still a bit anti-social, and can sometimes appear inconsiderate to the plights of some of his friends like Cheshire Cat and a few others to help with their own issues. Often telling them it isn't his problem, or to find someone else to get money out of. He can be callous, sarcastic, uncompromising, blunt, distant, hateful, cynical, manipulative, impatient, and distrustful. He holds all but his closest friends under scrutiny, and is willing to intimidate, harm, torture, and even kill anyone that is a threat to Essex's security or, more importantly, his loved ones (while he'd never admit to it). He can come across as gruff, brutish, and certainly intimidating, but he is a firm believer in the law and due process.



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§ . s t r e n g t h s . Physically fit, loyal, dependable, smart, hand to hand combat

§ . w e a k n e s s e s.short fuse, anger problems, distrustful, emotionally vulnerable

§ . Wolf Transformation . Bigby has four different forms he morphs into. His standard human form (which is due to lycanthropy and not a glamour), his half-werewolf form (where his eyes turn red/gold and claws develop), his werewolf form (where he becomes taller, all-black and buffer) and his full-wolf form, where he becomes a larger-than-elephant form of the original Big Bad Wolf. All different forms take more energy to pull off, nevermind retain for long periods of time, especially the last two which he prefers to only have to use if he really has to.

§ . Agility .Both as a human and a werewolf, Bigby is largely fast (able to keep up with a car in the latter case) and capable of jumping large distances over rooftops. His ability to keep up also shows he has high stamina. His speed may also be attributed to an ability to see things in slow-motion at times.

§ . Physical Strength .Bigby is much stronger than a normal man while in is human form, and gets stronger through each transformation. He has been shown to be strong enough to lift a man off the ground by the face, tear off the arm of a creature much larger than himself, smash the Woodsman through a sink, break open a door that was chained down, halt a car's movement after grabbing its bumper, and casually rip a fuse box out of a wall and throw it. All which usually require him to take a few days rest at the very least to build back up the energy used in such stressul cases.

§ . Regenerative Healing Factor .Despite being a powerful Fable in his own right, it is possible to injure or possibly even kill him, as it had happened several times with his encounters with The Woodsman. If that is so, Bigby's increased metabolism enables his body to be able to heal from wounds sustained, as well as being a major contributor to his immortality. He can even restore any broken bones (over time of course) or even severed limbs (if there is hope in the tissue not being too damaged), though that can cause pain for him as he could go into shock or even death. Bigby can also regenerate any wounds that come across him. (At one time he was shot in the arm, it healed quickly.)


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Centuries ago in the Homelands, Bigby was born, part of a litter of seven pups to Winter Wolf after being courted by the powerful North Wind, inheriting several of his father's abilities. He remained at her side for two seasons but - due to his father's temperament - he was drawn back towards his castle, leaving Winter heartbroken.

As the runt of the litter, Bigby was often teased by his brothers, however Winter was particularly fond of him whom she personally loved and cared for greatly. When his mother died tragically, his brothers left in search of their father and Bigby remained behind to protect her corpse from scavengers. Unfortunately, he proved unable to defend her due to his small size.

Fueled by his loss, Bigby personally swore vengeance, vowing to eat something bigger as each day passed starting from small insects to humans until he became large and strong enough to confront his father. Seven times he journeyed to Wind's castle to kill him, and seven times was he proved no match for the elemental might of his father. Accepting defeat, Bigby shoved aside his futile attempts to avenge his mother and burying his hatred and grief, he later became renowned as 'The Big Bad Wolf' of legend.

Colin, one of the Three Little Pigs, stated that Bigby 'ate a lot of people back in his day'. He antagonized the three little pigs and as the story went, he terrorized Little Red Riding Hood, attempting to devour her but was stopped by the Woodsman who cut him open and filled him up with stones. The two came to form a bitter, centuries old rivalry. But little did people truly know what happened that fateful day in the woods. The truth was, Little Red's grandmother was very abusive and violent towards the little girl, and in an attempt to save an innocent child, he had planned to go to the grandmother's home and confront the grandmother, an altercation broke out when Bigby had actually tried protecting Little Red, when The Huntsman showed up, and the two legendary rivals fought until Bigby had been slain the first time.

In the days leading up to the battle that sent both the Heroes and Villains to the real world, Bigby hunted armies of men and goblins in the Black Forest, making it his personal mission to destroy corrupted invading forces and their camps, devour their night watchmen and destroy their supply trains. One day, while tearing through their ranks, he discovered a woman with white skin as fresh as snow and hair as black as coal. Upon approaching her, Bigby destroyed her shackles and chains, freeing her from captivity. Bigby had great amusement in the woman as she was not as terrified of the wolf as the other captives were, enough the take a sword to defend herself if the wolf were to attack. Bigby then ran off to continue attacking the Adversary.

After fleeing the Homelands, Bigby spent many years wandering The Homelands which was mainly an area called the Black Forest. He was later tracked down by Snow White and Feathertop whom personally promised him safe-guarded passage into the new community. Bigby agreed and Snow White cut him with a lycanthropy-stained knife, granting him the ability to change into human form at will. When the battle came, Bigby and many of his fable friends fought valiently, but Bigby as many times before had fallen in battle once more, but upon awakening he found himself somewhere he didn't recognize. After what felt like hours just aimlessly walking around in an unknown forest, he came upon a small town known as Essex, and has resided there since. He was given a job as a mechanic as he proved to be strong and managable, and hasn't looked back since as he's felt like he's lived here all his life, maybe he has.



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Alexander Montgomery's Story

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It had been early morning, the world still wrapped in the cold darkness of the night when Courtney had awoken; her screams echoing off the walls in the makeshift apartment behind the workshop. She had a better bed, and a better house as far as most were concerned, several streets away where she ought to be spending her time but she was always more at home closer to the warmth of the forge. Even when it was cold and resting it still felt better than anywhere else in the town more often than not.

Her dreams had been of pain, of fire and of ice. She’d ran her calloused fingers across the intertwining scars that spread across her ankles and up her calves as they brought back conflicting memories of pain. Vicious slashing and spurts of blood played across her mind as she whimpered, her eyes tightly closed. She could feel and remember a car crash which had almost cost her the ability to walk, but overlapping this was a vivid image of a pompous man taunting her as his fellows chained her naked to the floor and set about slicing her flesh; a punishment they’d called it. It felt so real that she kept running her hands across her body wherever she’d seen a blade cut deep to reassure her that it hadn’t happened. That it couldn’t have happened.

Glancing at her watch she groaned before swinging her legs off the bed, grabbing a nearby, but mostly clean pair of worn jeans and pulling them on; hopping slightly on the cold floor as she did so with her face scrunching at the momentary chill on her bare feet. Yawning, she pushed open the doorway into the main blacksmithing part of the workshop and she straightened up her tank-top before shuffling towards the kitchen round the side of the building. Her eyes half-shut, she stifled yet another yawn as she slowly filled the coffee machine and lent groggily against the bench. Reaching over towards the small draining board she caught a glimpse of a sleeping figure through the window in the now disused office.

Thankfully it appeared her screaming clearly hadn’t woken the recent arrival, though she thought for the umpteenth time that Alex would probably be better served making use of a bed in her house or a hotel rather than the flea-bitten couch she simply hadn’t got around to throwing out yet. Then again, it wasn’t like she was doing much better since she’d been sleeping on little more than a mattress in an old storage room. As she poured herself her rich drink, savouring the sweet aroma she thought she could hear a noise coming from the office which she dismissed at first but quickly put down to Alex muttering in his sleep; after all she’d been screaming out not long ago herself. Though after sitting with the warm mug in her hands for a few minutes she looked back towards her house-guest as she made out clearly that he was beginning to make rougher and almost animalistic noises that could best be described as growls.

She felt snow, sharp and biting all around her as she stumbled through the dense forest. Her limbs felt heavy, blood and sweat stung her eyes as she darkness cried out with a chorus of wolfen voices raised in howl.

Starting suddenly, she jumped, her mug slipping from her hands before she caught it the brown liquid splashing onto her hands and still bare feet.

"Fucking bastard" she hissed, with a sharp intake of breath as she tried not to cry out too loudly. Setting the mug onto the counter she quickly grabbed a nearby cloth to wipe the drops from her skin as well as from the cold concrete floor.

Deciding that she might as well she made a start on readying the shop for opening, since it was fast becoming only a few hours away as dawn was slowly peeking into view.

Courtney sauntered through the dimly lit shop, resting her mug on a bench and slotting her phone into a nearby dock, her fingers flicking through various songs before settling on November Rain. Making sure the volume was loud enough for her to enjoy but not loud enough to wake Alex she grabbed an armful of wood from its bin in the corner and deposited it into the burner for the forge since there were a few parts she had planned on looked at today that would need a little extra tweaking.

As she flicked open her lighter the flame burst from the fork in a stream far beyond anything it should have been able to do, the accompanying surge of adrenaline almost causing her to fall forwards into the kindling. Pushing herself backwards to avoid being hit by the sudden flare she had created she glanced around the room in shock looking for something to smother the growing flames, but when she returned her focus to the fire it had dimmed back to normal levels and her lighter sat dead on the floor.

Gingerly picking herself off the floor she rubbing a hand against her temple where a dull headache from her twisted nightmares was growing into something much more painful, causing her thoughts to become jumbled as she returned to her, thankfully, still warm mug. Which she gulped down gratefully.

A loud and insistent banging on the metal shutters jolted her from her disjointed thoughts and back to the present. Glancing down at herself and checking she looked somewhat presentable she began to unlock the smaller door to the right of the larger garage one, and pulled it inwards before sticking her head round the corner into the chilly morning air.

"Yeah, what? We’re not open yet, Mahin isn’t it?"

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Most of his sleep was un-interupted and somewhat peaceful compared to his regular black-slate that passed him by as he slept. At least, that was until tonight. His dreams were nothing more than the sound of raggid and heavy breathing, the sound of something running, and a dark and dense forest. The sound of of breathing wasn't coming from around him, or behind him, but from him, as if his own lungs were gasping for air as he slept. Even the burning in his lungs wasn't enough to wake him from his nightmare. Or, memories? This didn't feel like a random nightmare, but it felt all too real. The feeling of dread, fear, and the constant feeling like he had to run, had to keep going. He couldn't stop running. No matter what he had to keep running ahead of him, never looking behind him. Just something in the back of his head kept telling him to remain focused ahead of him, and to not look back. Like a looming shadow, he could feel something right behind him, right on his heels as he continued to run through the darkened woods, a place he didn't recognize. At least, not until images flashed before his eyes. Something felt, familiar about them? Flashes of a small meadow, which turned into a large tunnel that lead into a cave, which flashed to what he could only make out as somewhat blurry animals which only cleared for a minor second for Alex to make-out as wolves. And before he knew it, he snapped awake.

His dark brown eyes blinked rapidly as his head pounded like he had been thrown into a brick-wall. A soft groan escaped his lips as he slowly turned onto his side as he tried to blink the sleepiness from his eyes, or what felt like him still not fully being awake. His eyes felt heavy, as if he couldn't truly focus on more than what was in front of him. Slowly sitting up, his feet dangling off the bed he turned to look at the standing mirror that was against the wall, to see golden, glowing eyes staring back at him from his reflection. Alex pushed himself against the back of the couch, which caused it to teeter onto its side for a moment before falling onto the floor with a crash. "Ow..." he muttered as he felt the air forced out of his lungs as his back collided with the floor of the small room. Alex slowly scrambled back to his feet, peering over the side of the couch as he tried to get a look in the mirror again. Maybe it was just a weird waking dream he was suffering from. He blinked a few times, and thankfully his eyes were their normal, dark brown, and not an otherworldly yellow glow.

Alex slowly pulled himself from behind the couch, not even bothering to fix the slanted piece of furniture, leaving it in its overturned state. He kicked the blanket off from being trapped on his foot, and dressed himself with random pieces of clothing as he rubbed his face as he looked himself over in the mirror once more. Checking his eyes thoroughly as he moved closer to the mirror. This had to be so weird dream, right? It had to be. He looked at his mouth as he felt his jaw was more, angular? He thought his canine teeth seemed more prolonged, but maybe it was just his mind messing with him. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he made his way to the door of the small room and stepped out, and everything seemed to hit him at once. Everything smelt more intense, every single sound, from even outside of the small mechanic shop he could hear. Even the sound of his beating heart in his own chest felt palpable.

Stepping out into the small hallway that lead into the main portion of the back part of the shop, he could hear voices coming from the main door. At first he didn't recognize them, but as he focused his attention, he knew it to be Courtney and someone else he hadn't exactly known for very long, or if even at all if he was honest with himself. Shuffling from down the hallway into the room he heard the voices from, he stopped in his tracks. His nose picked up a scent he hadn't recognized in a long, long time. What his eyes caught as he traced the scent caused him to stop. It was Courtney, or at least his boss. Or, who he had known to be his boss. "What the fuck..." he cursed under his breath, memories resurfacing as he focused on them for too long. A sharp pain rang throughout his head as he slammed into the wall, grasping onto the corner for support as memories, however faded they were came rushing back to him. Faces, people and places he didn't remember ever seeing in his life, or well, this life. He wasn't Alex Montgomery, or at least that's not who he used to be. Flashes of golden eyes, belonging to some hellish, man-wolf creature flashed in his mind once more as his voice, however deepened and inhuman as it sounded. He was....The Wolf? He still wasn't sure as none of this felt real, nothing made sense. He was Alex, he was a simple mechanic. He wasn't, whatever his mind was trying to tell him. he grabbed his leather jacket from his room, and put it on as he made his way to the front door where Courtney and the unknown figure were talking, "I have to go talk to someone." he said coldly, brushing passed the two women as he continued to walk off. He didn't know why, but part of his brain was telling him to go to The Leaky Tap, that for whatever reason, someone there would know what was going on, as well as a small voice in the back of his head telling him he needed to speak with them, urgently.






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As things usually went, it wasn't much a surprise when this night of all nights, turned out to be one of the slowest. Well, Lara couldn't have been too upset seeing how most Sunday's were incredibly slow, and this night was no different. But at least they somehow managed to find some things to do and help occupy the otherwise slow night. Between making drinks for people that walked in, to restocking the back with more supplies, to cleaning up the place for the night, Cas found themselves not entirely dreading it. That, and Lara at least had someone to talk to, seeing as Liesl wasn't entirely terrible. At least not to them, and that's all they cared about. She was fun enough to work with, and wasn't entirely a bitch. Then again, Cas did help Liesl get the job as a waitress after putting in a good word but, it didn't really matter. Seeing who the woman's father was, it would be damn near impossible to turn her away. And since then, things have been history and the normal thing to see on a daily basis. Speaking of which...

The moment Lara heard the bell to the front door chime, and saw a figure walk in, who was tall, dark and handsome and gave a look in Liesl's direction. "See you tomorrow...Eventually?" Lara called after them as the two soon left, Cas giving Liesl a knowing look and wink before returning back to their closing duties of their shift before someone else came to take over for the late night shift. "Alright, thanks Max. I'll see you in the morning." Cas said as they finished cleaning down the counter, and quickly made a drink, pouring it into a glass and made their way to the back end of the tavern. Walking to the back hallway, Lara unlocked the door with a spare-key and closed it behind them as they entered, locking it behind them and made their way up the rather claustraphobic stairs that lead to the loft where they lived. Lara unclocked the bottom lock and stepped onto the top step, and closed the door at the top of the staircase behind them. Turning back to lock all of the locks that lined the door took a moment, but after a minute the door was safely locked, to say that they were paranoid was, putting it lightly. Some called them crazy, others flat out said they needed to seek help, which may have been true.

Lara walked over to the kitchen and mainroom portion of the loft, and soft the glass down on the counter before they left for their bedroom to get changed. Walking back out a few short minutes later, they retrieved their drink and sat on the couch as they decided to pass the time by watching a few episodes before they'd fall asleep for the night. With a mix of pure exhaustion and alcohol, Lara managed to fall asleep rather easily on the couch after they curled up. Their dreams came quickly to them, in waves of normalcy and rather vague flashes as it usually did. But as the night went on, things began to morph and change, flashing lights and sounds, voices they didn't recognize and faces they had never seen flashed in their mind as they slept.

It was like some sort of weird macabre cocktail of all their worst fears or imagination could have come up with as they tossed and turned in their sleep in the living room. The most notable thing they could obtain from their dreams, or in this case, nightmares, were flashes of bright green, almost emerald colored eyes, with feline slits for iris's. A menacing grin, and sing-songy voice that sounded like velvet. But, it didn't come from around them, or from another form, but themselves. The closer Lara got to the end of their dream, or vision more likely, the clearer things became. Between seeing flashes of places they couldn't remember, a barren wasteland, a war torn castle, dead corpses that spread for miles, and creatures and humanoids alike all gathering around a burial sight.

Their eyes flashed open as the light from the window began to shine onto their face, causing them to fall off of the couch and onto the floor with a thud. Lara scrambled to get to their feet, pushing themselves against the wall as they tried to compose themselves and breathe. Just breathe. Every breath felt like a ton of bricks against their chest which made it seem impossible to take in another gasp for air. Their body shook as they tried to compose themselves and fight off the anxiety. This wasn't happening. They were Lara, a simple bartender in a tavern in Essex. They kept repeating to themselves. Another flash of memories bombarded their mind, a sharp pain stinging the base of their skull as more images flashed before them in quick blurbs.

A burning village, a large catipiller who seemed to be smoking on some sort of device, a large and grotesque reptilian creature fighting a figure in armor atop a pillar of a castle. And those same, green eyes staring back at them from a void of darkness. The same haunting, widened smile of rows of white, jaggid teeth poking out from the surrounding darkness. It was a...cat? The more Lara focused on the creature, more of it came into view. A gaseous, not fully coporial form began to manifest in the shape of a large feline with exaggerated features, before slowly morphing into Lara's own form. It was then that reality hit them. The cat and them, were one in the same? Somehow? None of it made any sense but, they weren't just images, but memories. Their memories. Somehow, Lara understood what they all meant. Even if none of it made sense. How was any of this possible? They were human, or at least it's what they believed until now. They needed to find out answers, now.

Lara got to their feet, grabbed their phone and keys while walking over to the door and unlocked it as they made their way back into the bar downstairs. Stepping out of the back of the bar, Lara froze in their footsteps as they saw a figure standing in the way. As if they were waiting for Lara. Lara eyed the figure for a moment, taking a step back as it clicked. "Bigby...Holy shit." they muttered, as they saw Alexander Montgomery standing in their way. But he wasn't Alex, he was Bigby. Or, better known as the Big Bad Wolf. They couldn't explain it, how they knew but, it was him. "Look, I can explain. I know I owe you money, but look. Now's now the time, okay? I...I think we both know that...Don't you?" the small red haired human questioned. "It's why I'm here, Cas. We need to talk. Now." he snarled. Lara took a step back for a moment, "Alright, just uh...Follow me to the back office...We can talk in there..." they stuttered, and the two of them made their way into the back office and out of sight for most people, leaving the office door open.