* A Biography*
When Monty turned twelve, his father was assigned to an overseas post, and his mother accompanied her husband. Monty was awarded a scholarship at the Duke of York’s Royal Military School at Chelsea in England where he was sent away to board and be schooled in a proper education in a military atmosphere, with much time devoted to pre-service training. He enlisted into the British Army at age sixteen and, contrary to popular custom of purchasing commissions in Montague’s specialized training, his commissions were earned by his merit.
Lord Montague is the distinguished recipient of the Star of the Order of St. Patrick, Victoria Cross, KCIE Queen’s Medal for Afghanistan Candahar 1841-42, Sutlej Medal Moodke 1845, India Pegu 1852-53, and Baltic Medal 1854-55. He has recently returned from Egypt where he was on assignment by Her Majesty Queen Victoria, to oversee the reorganization of the Egyptian Army.
It was during this latest assignment that Montague was chosen by Clan Ventrue for his profound and extraordinary leadership skills. One night in Cairo, Monty met someone who he believed was a Belgian with strong connections to local expatriate groups. After some time, the man befriended Monty and invited him to a private establishment which caters to an exclusive clientele with rather unusual proclivities involving domination and servitude. During the course of the evening, Monty met several important political figures. Of them, one Frenchman seemed particularly engaging, and the two men spoke and drank well into the night, interrupted solely by an occasional slave offering exotic drinks and repast.
The dialogue wandered from the political arena to more delicate matters involving the current situation in which the men found themselves. As the night wore on, the two men confided their more private interests to each other and compared tastes and dark, hidden desires. Then suddenly, just before the sun rose, the man leapt up from the table and, without warning, sunk his teeth squarely into Monty’s neck. Some hours later, dazed and with a blurred curtain shrouding reality, Monty awakened in an empty room. His friend, a ghoul for the Ventrue, had lured him to the gathering. His blood had been drained and a Ventrue’s blood had been dripped into his mouth. Without his knowledge, he had been embraced.
Monty is an exceedingly handsome man with a healthy complexion, piercing steel blue eyes, and enchanting cheek dimples that deepen with his resolve. A thick crop of curly sandy brown hair is highlighted by the salting of distinguished grey and red highlights. He is tall in stature, several inches past six-feet in height, with a solid constitution that reflects a well-disciplined life.
He is exceedingly eloquent and quick-witted, thus capable of bringing a warm blush to the cheeks of the most proper of maidens with but a single, innocently-orchestrated comment. He is stern yet fair, with a dry sense of humour which sometimes escapes detection by all but the most discerning. He is scholarly and an avid reader and strategist. His high sense of honour, spine of steel, and unfailing duty to country and beloved wife, Aidan, are among his many attributes. He is a noble and polite gentleman, rarely outspoken and careful to weigh all facets of a given situation before formulating and offering an opinion. He is, in fact, the perfect Ventrue.
