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Vincent Montgomery

"Hmph...you should see the other guy."

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a character in “Without Hope”, as played by legacy14

Description

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"Your present circumstances don't determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start."





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Full Name

Vincent Ian Montgomery

Nicknames

Vince, Vin, or Montgomery. There are also a select few that call Him 'The Sergeant' as a form of mockery due to his 'promotion' while in The Legion.

Sexuality

|| Heterosexual ||
Even before the world went to hell, Vince has always been attracted to the opposite sex. Even though he had a very limited run before the outbreaks began, he still holds to his old ways rather than trying new things. He really just doesn't see the point...


Allegiance

|| Resistance ||
Vince is an active member of the resistance and easily brings a lot to their efforts, but he has never truly felt like a welcomed member due to his former affiliation with The Legion. He has contemplated going forward on his own, but has chosen to stay with The Resistance as long as his sister does.


Age

Twenty Four

Birthday

September 11th

Height

6'0''

Weight

182 lbs

Secrets

Since the outbreak has begun, he has been forced to make choices that directly clash with his sense of right and wrong and is ashamed of it but cannot think of any other ways of surviving specific situations. Vince isn't the most vocal person in this new world since his departure from The Legion, and especially concerning the last few months he was there. This leads him to be a man with quite a few secrets, even from his sister. Concerning newer acquaintances, he tries to keep his former affiliation to himself unless it is brought up or he is questioned about it. Although the scars themselves are evident to anyone paying attention, he keeps the details of being tortured by The Legion to himself.





"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."





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Personality


Vince is typically a quieter and more reserved individual, keeping to himself and staying a bit apart from the rest of the Resistance save for his sister. He enjoys the quiet and solace the peaceful periods bring between the chaos that always seems to ensue in this new world. He believes a person needs a little time every now and then to unwind and relax so they don't implode from the frantic situations of everyday life. Lately, he has a need for more and more of these rest periods for obvious reasons. Vince always seems to be in a sort of 'indifferent' mood, being brash and sarcastic while not being overly rude or offensive. No matter what the situation, Vince usually has a joke or some other offhand and laughable remark.


Likes||Dislikes


Being limited on fun in the new world, Vince has taken a love to reading any book or piece of literature he can get his hands on, especially works on information and random skills. He sees himself as an incredible information sponge and is able to soak up any and all information he comes across. More than that though, he enjoys being able to put this information to use. Including anything from miscellaneous survival tasks to creative techniques dealing with warfare and tactical situations. Unfortunately, more of his vast informational expertise is most used for purposes he finds incredibly distasteful, such as the techniques used by The Legion and its soldiers. Due to his past with The Legion, he has an extreme hatred for the makeshift government and the majority of its superiors, as well as anyone who uses methods he considers cruel and unusual.


Fears||Weaknesses


Being a more selfless individual, Vince really couldn't care less what happens to him in the future. He believes he has already gone through a hell worse than he could have ever imagined before. With that in mind, he is ultimately afraid of being the cause of someone having to relive what he did or being put in a horrible situation solely because of his actions. The infection himself doesn't bother him too much since he has been around it enough to find ways to avoid it or dispatch those with it, but he hates the notion that he could be killed without even being able to put up a fight. All of this can lead him to be an overconfident and semi reckless individual at times to put more heat on himself and get others out of harm's way. But his biggest weakness has to be his sister. Being the only real connection he has left, he would be absolutely devastated if anything were to ever happen to her.

Weapons


Vince's greatest weapon is, of course, his mind. He is a self-proclaimed master of using unconventional weapons, tactics, and the like. But in the world he lives today, having a little extra firepower is always appreciated. This is why he carries his M110 Rifle strapped to his back and loaded at almost all times, and two M9 pistols that were generously donated by Legion soldiers strapped to each thigh. Aside from these three ammunition-guzzling weapons, there is a tactical combat knife tucked neatly away in its sheath on the side of his belt.

Skills


Vince considers himself a Jack-of-all-Trades and rightly so with all of the random, yet useful, information stored away inside his head. Aside from being able to soak up any and all information that is passed across the table at him, he is able to deploy these things in various and creative ways, useful for whatever situation he is in at the moment. His most employed skills are often his fantastic marksmanship talent he is able to display with his rifle at a distant, as well as his noteworthy survival skills he developed thanks to his time in The Legion's military. His observation skills are easily above par as well, able to calculate and assess a situation in order to formulate a working strategy to deploy.





"Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future."





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History


Vincent doesn't remember a whole lot before the world went to hell, but he knew he would never be able to just sit back and wait for the end to consume him, this is why he picked up a gun and joined The Legion's soldiers as soon as he was able. For years it was enough, ignoring the signs of oppression by the new government as he was sent out on guard assignments and reconnaissance missions early in his career. Undergoing training to keep him in the field longer and out of the colonies. During this time, he grew further apart from his sister who was the only person he had left in the world. In his mind, he was keeping her safe by eliminating the enemies outside. After finishing a several month tour as a scout sniper outside the colonies, Vince was informed by a few of his fellow soldiers that there was a resistance gathering against the corruption inside The Legion. Looking into the information, Vince was flagged without his knowledge and was offered a promotion as a Sergeant with greater station and further access into the inner circles of the colony. Suspicious of the sudden event, Vince took his time in answering but eventually accepted. Little did he know, it was a set up and Vince was captured by his own comrades during a mission locally around the colony. Death would have been too easy for the situation, but Vince gained valuable insight into the true face of The Legion. Instead, the next few months of Vince's life were confined to a two by two cell with frequent periods of him being removed for torture. This continued on until an incident occurred in the colony and infected breached the perimeter, causing mass chaos and confusion. During one of the riots, Vince was freed in the crossfire and was informed it was the Resistance causing the confusion. Making his way out of the colony by any means necessary, Vince was caught in his weakened state and was unable to defend himself. He collapsed at the feet of his new captors and when he woke, his sister was looking down at him, surrounded by a few of her friends in the Resistance.


Theme Song

It Only Hurts || Default

Can hold my breath only for a little while, until reality starts sinking in
Once again, settling for second best
Turn the page and skip to the end to where I swore that I would try
Since the last time I crossed that line in the back of my mind I know ...

It only hurts when your eyes are open
Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
It only hurts when that door gets open
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken

Miles away, promise from a burning bed, two worlds should never collide
One word would end it if you ever heard
Tear the page out that reminds me when I swore that I'd be strong
Now the next time has come and gone, well maybe I'm wrong, I know ...

It only hurts when your eyes are open
Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
It only hurts when that door gets open
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken

I know what you're feeling, it's hard to believe in someone, someone who's not there
I know that you're waiting, 'cause love is worth saving, but only for so long, so long, so long

I swore that I would try since the last time, the last time

It only hurts when your eyes are open
Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
It only hurts when that door gets open
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken

It only hurts when your eyes are open
Lies get tossed and truth is spoken
It only hurts when that door gets open
Dreams are lost and hearts are broken


FaceClaim || Jeremy Renner

So begins...

Vincent Montgomery's Story

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'A little more...little more...left now...'

The sky was overcast as it always was nowadays. Underneath the dust and smog, just on the edge of a small cluster of what used to be called civilization, a building rose a bit higher than the rest of the broken down scraps that was once a city. The windows were blacked out, boarded up, or blocked in a way that refused to let any light into the dim and dismal world, disguising any sign that there were people inside or anywhere for miles around. But about 50 yards away, slight movement could be seen from time to time as Vince shifted to a more comfortable position on the gravel covering one of the rooftops.

'Left you fungal bastard...'

Through the scope atop his rifle, Vince watched the form of a small man, or large teenager, infected with the fungus as he called it, never bothering to pronounce the spore's given name. It's whole face was covered in the disgusting looking pods containing the spores, no trace of its features left. Aimlessly walking around on the edge of the Georgia Resistance Settlement, the fungus-covered form began shambling past the markers Vince had set days before. Marked at separate intervals, Vince had used three different shades of color to mark the distances from the main encampment, outward to the edge of the settlement. Around the perimeter, there were also red-colored markings as well. These marked the freshly set traps that silently protected the settlement.

'Won't they see the markings?' Vince had been questioned when he first began tying the red cloth around his first trap. When he answered negative, explaining that most of the infected lost their sight due to the spores, he was then prompted with another question. 'Then why mark them at all?' To which Vince looked at the youth seriously and answered. "To keep any of you from wandering into one." That shut him up pretty fast.

The infected continued straight, walking slightly past the edge of his trap and Vince continued to look on, determining where it might go. One more step, and its arm brushed the line about knee height a bit away from the trap, but running parallel with the sides of the trap itself. The line pulled slightly and ran a vibration up the second line hanging directly above his engineered ploy. Too far to hear it himself, Vince watched with an amused smile as the infected halted suddenly and turned quickly to the sound of a soft bell that rang above the trap. Hearing the foreign sound, the infected took a step toward it. Then another, and another, and then vanished from sight as it plunged into the four foot hole.

Through the scope, Vince watched the small puff of dust that flitted up through the hole of his newly uncovered trap, recognizing the discharge of spores as the infected's head was punctured by one of the many sharpened rebar stakes he anchored into the ground. Pulling out the map he had taken from the run down library in town, Vince circled the marking of the trap with a pencil, his third circle of the day. Cleaning up his perch and slinging his rifle across his back, he left the roof of the building down the semi-stable fire escape.

His gas mask fit snugly over his head as he approached the hole and tugged at the straps. To his surprise, the infected wasn't dead yet, but wasn't able to move due to the rebar puncturing its head, abdomen, and both legs. Pulling a match from his small box, he struck it and threw it in, igniting the glistening fat, oil, and random gunk he pulled from the grease traps around the city restaurants. And the infected too of course. With this trap taken care of, he moved onto the next one, marveling at how easily everything was going without firing a single shot.

'I prefer fighting my wars with duct tape,' he thought. 'Duct tape makes you smart, guns make you stupid...'

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Arya traversed silently across the practically rutted path of her patrol that looped around the Georgia Resistance settlement, following the outer edge in a clockwise route while her brother had separated from her to travel counter clockwise. They oft shared patrol duties as the two of them flowed in seemingly synchronized movements, their twinship showing on the war front. Who, in all honesty, would make a better team? Her hazel eyes zeroed in on an object in motion, just beyond an abandoned crumbling outpost look out, a flicker of yellow in the underbrush.

Hostile.

Arya's hand leapt for the crossbow slung over her back as she surged forward, all feline grace and velvet violence. It was a stalker. A male with tufts of curly auburn hair curling around his ears--what could be seen of his ears anyway. The Fungus had spread across most of his head, marring whatever human features he may have once possessed.

She let an arrow fly, the sharp steel whistling through the air and puncturing the infected in the shoulder with a spongy thud. "God Dammit." She growled through barred teeth, scurrying back against a tree as the stalker never broke his stride. Ary launched yet another arrow, this one landing nicely in his 'face', but by now he was close enough that even though the fatal hit had landed, the electrical currents that flowed from what was left of his brain were still telling his body to surge forward. Arya launched herself out of his path rolling down to the ground and to the left as the infected slammed into the tree. She reached upward and gripped the arrow planted firmly in his forehead and jerked, deriving pleasure from the way his body solidly hit the packed dirt and twitched one last time. Dead. With a sly satisfied smirk , she retrieved the arrows from his fungal flesh and wiped their tips off on his battered jeans. No use in wasting ammo.

Arya continued onward on her planned course until her eyes fell upon another lone figure in the distance, but this one was more recognizable than the last. It was Vincent, her elder brother by three and a half minutes, marching with all the stoic faced valor of a knight of the round table. She idly wondered if he was aware he did that sometimes. It brought about a soft smile to her face, two small commas at the corners of her mouth surfacing, the result of grinning so much when she was younger....that seemed like longer ago that it truly was. A different time. She picked up her pace, bounding up to him gracefully and offering a light, playful punch to the shoulder. "Everything go okay?" She inquired, reloading her arrow pair back into her automatic crossbow.

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'And that's the last of them....'

Vincent threw the tarp back over his last trap to extinguish what was left of the smoldering coals that used to be a human. Patting himself down a bit to be sure there weren't any latent spores or anything still floating around, he loosened the straps atop his head and pulled off his gas mask, taking a relieved breath at the sudden rush of cooler air outside the stagnant mask. The thing was a life-saver, but more often than not, he wanted to claw and tear at his face when it was on.

Pulling out his map once again, he knelt to the ground and unfolded it, showing the layout of the settlement, the little piece of paper he obtained this morning falling out onto the ground beside it. The paper caught his eye for a moment before he reached out and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring it for the moment. Erasing the last small marking that indicated a tripped trap, Vince began folding the paper back up, satisfied with his small amount of work for the day. Just as he managed to stow the map away for the final time, he heard the familiar stride of his sister bounding up as he stood and turned toward her slightly.

"Everything go okay?"

The slip of paper came back to Vince's mind at the inquiry and he looked over at his sister and scratched his head, still thinking a bit. "Easily enough," he answered with a shrug. "A little too easy if you ask me..."

Taking a step toward his reset trap, he gestured with one of his hands. "This was the last of them, only three of the traps were tripped today...Hey," a train of thought began rapidly scrawling through his mind and he beckoned for Arya to come with him, "follow me."

He immediately sunk into thought again and began walking off, knowing sooner or later, Arya would follow. Stopping by a run-down looking garage a bit further in the settlement, Vince undid the chain on the door and threw it up, revealing an older-looking truck filled with random assortments of supplies in the back. "I fixed this up a few weeks ago with a few books from the library and a bit of elbow grease. I figured we might need a set of wheels if we needed to get out of here. Could probably get us close to Augusta if we needed to." Reaching back into his pocket, he retrieved the map once more, making sure he had the slip of paper as well. Unfolding it and flattening it against the hood of the truck, he waved his sister over to look at it.

"Something's been bugging me lately, there's something off about the movements of the infected." Opening the small scrap of paper, he revealed it to be a random allotment of numbers and tallies. Using his finger, he began pointing out specific points on the map. "Weeks ago, we had over twenty traps tripped a day, and from all sides. Two weeks ago, we had almost fifteen a day, but only on the south side, west side, and northern side. None occurred on the east side. Now, only three were tripped, and all on the north side." He stopped to indicate the three that were tripped today, and cross reference them with his tally sheet. "And as I'm sitting on the rooftops watching these fungal retards, they're all coming from the west or some westerly direction. That means they're mostly heading this way," Tracing a line across the map, he indicated the edge of the city and handily whipped out another map to lay on top, this one of the eastern US.

"What I can't figure out, is why." Vince stopped to scrub a hand through his hair as he thought once more. Maybe they're heading to more populated areas or bigger cities possibly...what happened to you?" Stopping mid sentence, he examined his sister. Dirt streaked a side of her clothes, as if she had been on the ground or had recklessly been running into things. To anyone else, these details may have been easily overlooked, but to Vince, Arya's brother nonetheless, who was used to looking through a scope and studying every little detail from hundreds of yards away, the signs burst at him like blaring horns. Reaching out, he brushed at her arm, wiping the dirt off as much as he could. "I don't want to know, do I?"

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ImageAry frowned as she overlooked her brother's findings, his crumpled paper of data and numbers, it all looked like chicken scratch to her. It was true they had been seeing fewer and fewer of the infected on any other side than the west, but she had taken it to be a good sign. Perhaps the infected to people ratio was balancing out, perhaps they were winning this war they waged. Just maybe the other directions were clear because they had been cleared, but of course it was her brother, the 'thinker' of their outfit that surmised something else. "Maybe...Maybe they are being driven? Remember South Carolina?"

The twins had traveled as far north as South Carolina once, just the pair of them, investigating a cause Ryan deemed worthy of exploration. Psh. turned out to be nothing worth while, but they had been hit late one night by a band of Cordyceps, and it was no mere happenstance either. Legion had business up north too it seemed, what sort she couldn't be sure, but the small government outgroup thought it an opportune time to test out their new attack plan. A freezer truck#no longer operational# loaded with caught infected; a timed trigger on the latch of the door released the fungal parasites on the Montgomery's 'camp'. Took them all night to fend them off, to take them down. They had barely made it out alive. Since then, they hadn't been hit in that way again, but Hell, bringing that idea to a much larger scale seemed like a brilliant plan. Of course....Arya wasn't much of a 'thinker' herself. Probably a stupid thought she inwardly reprimanded.

"What happened to you? I don't want to know, do I?" he voiced, pulling her from her inner monolog. He dusted the dirt off of her arm, caring for her in his own stoic sort of way. "I'm fine." She replied curtly, not overly fond of being fretted over. "Just got closer to a stalker than usual. No biggie." She loved that he cared, and he was about the only one she could stand caring for her, but she didn't like feeling foolish. Like she had made a mistake. "You'll figure it out I'm sure, just don't forget to tell me when you do." She grinned, wishing for once he'd just be happy, letting his tactical predatory nature relax for a bit.

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"You'll figure it out I'm sure, just don't forget to tell me when you do."

"Sooner rather than later I hope..." Vincent said, a bit more stiffly than he had originally meant to. Clearing his throat, he folded the map back up and tucked the scrap of paper back away. He always found it difficult to put things on hold when he really got a problem spinning around in his head. Even when there really was no way to find an answer right then. It always seemed to nag at the back of his mind like a constant prick that wouldn't go away. And that, he knew, always tended to grate on his sister's nerves...

"Sorry," Vince reached over and ruffled his sister's hair, letting out a decent laugh at her appearance afterward. "We should be happy about it, right? Less crap we have to do after all." Gesturing once more for her to follow, he led the way out of the tiny garage and closed the large shutter once again.

"I'm freakin' starving," He said as they walked away from the garage and back to the resistance's small compound. Vince kept walking and shouldered the door aside, keeping his rifle close as he walked into the building. The few faces they actually passed he tended to ignore. If a few of them called out or gave any indication of a friendly gesture, it wasn't for him. Over his short time with the resistance, he had formed a helpful talent of zoning the people around him out due to the mutual distrust and semi-inflated hostility between them and Vince himself. With the exception of Arya of course.

All in all, it was another dull affair, and one he wasn't particularly comfortable with, entering the small dining hall and getting some food. Bland food, dark buildings, distrustful faces, and an altogether distasteful situation in the Georgia Resistance these days. More than once he had marveled at the lack of discipline and overall laziness of those he saw around him. Arya and himself being the only ones outside at this time of day, doing what needed to be done, being a prime example for the current day. As much as he hated it, The Legion at least had a well-trained force at their disposal. These kids around him didn't stand a chance...

Tugging a book from his coat, Vince opened it up to the marked page as he shoved the first bite of his food into his mouth and resumed reading 'A Tale Of Two Cities' as he chewed.

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The sun rolled over the sky, pouring a brighter exposure over Arya's muted brown crown, a head empty of everything except a faint desire to scream. She looked over to her brother, his eyes dry and blank, face steely. He didn't emote, he just walked forward and breathed. Inhale. Exhale. Like it was the most difficult thing in the world to do. Sometimes she just wished he could be happy, the only time he seemed to not be miserable was when he had some idea spinning around in his head, so she felt all the more guilty for shutting down his wild theories but she hadn't the capability to analylize them nor the will.

The day was suffocatingly humid as always. Their tepid little garage hideaway was so much more tempting than the world that unfurled just outside, but Arya and Vincent Montgomery were nothing if not a dutiful soldiers, and when the time came, they'd be out there, doing their duty. Luckily, now was one of those times they could enjoy the indoors that offered a slight reprieve from the Georgian heat waves. The smell of overcooked food, and stale stores wafted up to Arya's nose, and had her soon putting away her self depreciating thoughts in favor of the primal focus of hunger. The ache inside her remained steadfast everyday, gnawing at her guts, writhing experimentally. Just to remind her it was still there, just to make sure she never grew accustomed and immune to its presence. In this new Apocalyptic world, you were never full; everyone was leaner, meaner, and perpetually hungry.

She nodded politely at the few people who acknowledged her presence as they entered the proclaimed 'dining hall'. People didn't bother trying to catch up to her when she had food so obviously on the brain or her brother was looming in her shadow. He intimidated most, and didn't bother with pleasantries. Of course, a healthy dose of fear inspired respect and was important in these times but he was down right hostile at the worst of times, a man with his mind forever in the trenches. She idly wondered if the apocalypse ever ceased, and the world returned to order, what he'd do with himself. She couldn't see him at the grocery store in the cereal isle, shopping like a normal person. Good thing that wasn't a likely scenario.

They went through a food line and selected their favorites out of the slim pickings they were offered, and meandered around the room until they zeroed in on a choice table, choice meaning no one else was sitting there and it had a lovely view of any and all exits. Arya plopped down in her seat with an audible sigh and pushed her unidentifiable mess around on her makeshift plate, eyes darting up to Vincent's face as he pulled out a tattered novel and leafed through to his page. She flashed him a smile that could have put several suns to shame. "You're not reading that old thing again are you? You think you'd get bored of it."