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Dr Montgomery "Monty" Blythe

"Ah.. Ooh.. Interesting indeed."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by XavierDantius32

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Doctor Montgomery “Monty” Blythe, Gentleman Extraordinaire


Height:5 feet 8 inches
Weight: 170 pounds
Build: Slight and elegant

Physical Description:
Monty cuts a dashing figure in any attire, with a rakish and elegant figure that he carries with poise and dexterity. His movements are soft and precise, but in possession of a palpable decisiveness that conveys a deal of his well-concealed physical strength. His body is well-muscled, but not to the point of ostentatiousness like many other pugilists. A sculpted and handsome face is graced by a pair of inquisitive grey eyes which are never still, flitting from detail to detail, drinking everything in. His mouth always seems to be crooked in a wry smirk, thin lips always masking the ghost of a smile. His dark hair is well-groomed, clipped with short back and sides, the traces of a beard on his pale jawline.

Scars:
Throughout his long life, Monty has been engaged in a variety of dangerous activities, many of which have left their mark upon his person. His arms are covered in almost bloodless scars inflicted with the point of a duelling sabre. He received these during his extensive schooling, in a time where bared blades were commonplace on the duelling piste. A series of jagged, parallel claw-marks disfigure his ribs, a mark left by a rather aggressive jungle-cat that was summarily dispatched by his companion. The smallest finger on his left hand is missing, sheered off during the construction of an airship nacelle, leaving a smooth knot of scar-tissue.




Equipment


Weapons
Monty is schooled in all the gentlemanly arts of combat. From pugilism to long-rifle shooting, he has mastered them all, with practical experience in all of them, due to his convoluted journeys around Africa and Asia. Thusly, he carries a variety of weapons that support his style of combat. Sheathed in the gold-hilted ivory cane he bears constantly is a three foot long blade, balanced for his height and weight, perfectly designed for both slashing and thrusting, complete with the slight curve that makes oriental blades so deadly.

For slightly longer range combat, or for when a challenger calls for pistols, Monty carries a trusty companion in a soft leather holster under his coat, a pistol singularly unlike the ostentatious, gilded pieces carried by his competitors. His Webley MkIII Service Revolver is battered by use, with worn wooden-grips, and an extended eight inch barrel to improve it's accuracy. Chambered in .455 hand-loaded cartridges, it is a deadly tool in Monty's experienced grasp.

Normally stored in holsters or cases on whatever transport Monty chooses to take, his long weapons are rarely taken into civilized areas, rather used for dangerous excursions into hostile territory or the wilderness. The first is a shotgun of an unusual design. Based upon an early prototype laid down by Samuel Colt, Monty has built the eight-barrelled weapon to take three-inch twenty gauge shot, firing them one at a time, or by depressing a trigger mounted on a foregrip, all at once, in a truly arm-shattering fusillade. The second long-arm is a Short-Magazine Lee-Enfield rifle in a hollow-point .303 cartridge. Despite the comparatively cycle speed of the bolt action, Monty's sharp eyes make sure every shot finds its mark, and his incredible coordination allows him to fire the rifle faster than many trained soldiers. The last weapon in his armoury gained notoriety with the mechanized gangsters of depression-era Chicago, earning it's moniker of “The Typewriter” due to it's chattering report. Monty's 1928 Thompson has a shorter than standard barrel, barely protruding beyond the foregrip, making it more controllable and concealable in the same breath. While he prefers box magazines, he also carries four fifty round drums, in case he needs to lay down a heavy curtain of fire.

Armour
In an age where a bullet can travel at such a velocity to pierce a man clean through in a moment, cumbersome metal armour is unnecessary, allowing Monty to forgo it for something entirely more comfortable. A double-breasted suede jacket, suitably padded with leather across the torso and underarm, lined with thick sheepskin allow him to shrug off light cuts from a blade, his natural grace allowing him to evade anything heavier. Cut from the same cloth are his boots and gloves, the boots stretching to his knee, providing a sheath for a small knife. The gloves contain weights over the knuckles, allowing them to act like brass-knuckles in a pinch, giving Monty's fists a little more bite.

A long black coat tops off his attire, it's underside reinforced with a series of discrete metal bracings that move almost seamlessly with the coat, which support a number of speed-loaders for the Webley, along with the holster. These bracings also provide a deal of protection from punches and blades, the metal able to turn a cut or crack a fist.

Gadgetry
Almost constantly perched on the end of Monty's nose is a pair of delicate spectacles, with one lens curiously engraved and coloured. Through the application of an odd concoction of chemicals, this lens can penetrate the murky darkness at up to three meters with little ambient light, giving him an edge when the benefit of light is removed. The engravings also match up with the sights on his various firearms, allowing him to see exactly where each shot will land at short range.

On the ring finger of his right hand is a flat-topped signet ring, bearing his seal, and a small clockwork mechanism that upon the application of a large amount of force, will deploy a half-inch spike coated in a deadly nerve toxin gathered from the backs of Amazonian frogs, which will kill within minutes.

A silver-chased lighter and cigarillo case can always be found about his person. The lighter, while functioning as expected, contains the ability to project a two-foot jet of flame, due to a miniature tank of pressurized gas, which ignites when a concealed button is depressed, along with vigorous use of the striking mechanism. The cigarillo case contains a flat-bladed slashing knife hidden in the silver-plated back, and a number of smoke pellets concealed among the loose tobacco.




Companions and methods of transportation


Felix, the Ring-tailed Lemur
Felix has been Monty's constant companion for a number of years now, idly perching on his master's level shoulder, chirping away happily as he is conveyed about, his eyes as active as those of his owner. He has a deep-seated affection for peanuts and strawberries. At about the size of a large house-cat, with long fingers and a prehensile tail, he is as active as his master, preferring to roam stealthily around an area whilst his master is stationary.

The Endeavour
The Endeavour is Monty's preferred method of transportation, the air-skiff a sedate and dignified way to travel between continents, the swell of it's armoured balloon a safe mistress in capricious skies. At a modest sixty feet in length, it is perfect for a lone traveller, lavishly decorated in a neo-classical style, with two sweeping engine nacelles, and two interior cabins and a small cargo hold.




History

So begins...

Dr Montgomery "Monty" Blythe's Story

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Lemur perched on his shoulder, his spectacles pushed high on the bridge of his nose, coat-tails billowing in the wind, Monty stepped from the street into the dingy little bar, tapping the brass tip of his cane lightly against the floor, his hand twitching reflexively for the pistol under his arm as he took in the large proportion of firearms being casually displayed.

As he stepped over the threshold, the lemur chattered, it's tail curling around his neck like some bizarre stripy scarf. Monty's fingers dug into one of his inside pockets, pulling out a large, unshelled nut, delivering it straight into the white teeth of the animal clinging to his shoulder. By this point, he was close to the counter, where he settled himself upon a stool, motioning for the nearest serving android. "I'll take a vodka martini, stirred not shaken." He muttered softly, scratching the lemur's head as he glanced around the bar.

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Lemur perched on his shoulder, his spectacles pushed high on the bridge of his nose, coat-tails billowing in the wind, Monty stepped from the street into the dingy little bar, tapping the brass tip of his cane lightly against the floor, his hand twitching reflexively for the pistol under his arm as he took in the large proportion of firearms being casually displayed.

As he stepped over the threshold, the lemur chattered, it's tail curling around his neck like some bizarre stripy scarf. Monty's fingers dug into one of his inside pockets, pulling out a large, unshelled nut, delivering it straight into the white teeth of the animal clinging to his shoulder. By this point, he was close to the counter, where he settled himself upon a stool, motioning for the nearest serving android. "I'll take a vodka martini, stirred not shaken." He muttered softly, scratching the lemur's head as he glanced around the bar.

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Monty rested his back against the counter-top, stretching his arms out at shoulder height, flexing his wiry back muscles. Taking advantage of this avenue of escape, the lemur darted down the limb, settling itself by Monty's martini glass, preening it's dark fur like a cat.

Tapping his cane idly with a finger, Monty's eyes wandered from patron to patron as he sipped his martini, marveling at the diversity and at the advanced technology on display. The tall figure in black interested him most. For many years he had been attempting to crack the secret of a device that could turn a man into a walking tank, without being so cumbersome. It looked to carry weapons on it's person too. Interesting...

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Lemur perched on his shoulder, his spectacles pushed high on the bridge of his nose, coat-tails billowing in the wind, Monty stepped from the street into the dingy little bar, tapping the brass tip of his cane lightly against the floor, his hand twitching reflexively for the pistol under his arm as he took in the large proportion of firearms being casually displayed.

As he stepped over the threshold, the lemur chattered, it's tail curling around his neck like some bizarre stripy scarf. Monty's fingers dug into one of his inside pockets, pulling out a large, unshelled nut, delivering it straight into the white teeth of the animal clinging to his shoulder. By this point, he was close to the counter, where he settled himself upon a stool, motioning for the nearest serving android. "I'll take a vodka martini, stirred not shaken." He muttered softly, scratching the lemur's head as he glanced around the bar.