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Spoiler: Monty Lamont

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Monty
Nicknames:

• none
• The Butcher is what media calls him

Gender: male

Age: 28| Twenty-Eight

Birthday | October 13th

Sexual Orientation | well, it's hard to describe. He doesn't care for people, but he is going to learn
Relationship Status: single

Looks | Even though he looks lanky, he has muscle from having to stab someone several times. He is around 5 foot 11 with black hair trimmed short on the sides and his eyes are a rather icy blue. Sometimes people call him dead eyes because it just holds no emotions and is just an icy pool of nothing. His lips are thin with a sharp nose but chiseled jaw. There is a scar just under his jaw that runs down to his shoulder where he got from when he was a kid.

Personality| Among people he is the most charming fellow, he is optimistic and reassures others that they mean something in life. The only real human interaction he gets is either at work or small meetings passed streets, but every time he is introduced to someone he makes a good first impression. The public eye sees him as a sweet doctor trying his best to the save the lives of his peer. No one ever sees him without a smile on his face, and when he catches your eye he gives that charismatic smile and makes his way to you. He'll introduce himself, ask a little about yourself and then he'll say a few things about him and then that is it. His motto is if you'll see them more than once, make it count. Then there are those who won't know him ever again, and those are the poor victims that he chooses.

He is also very intelligent. Often times he can correct a person on their facts on many subjects. He tends to make it obvious that he is smarter than everyone in the room. Often times, the conversation with people is usually on topics no one knows about. He prides himself in his education, and keeps the collection of books up to date.

Food seems to be the only way you can see genuine joy. He had to cook for himself at a young age, and it turned rather serious when he was in college. He had participated in many competition and proved victorious. Not many get to experience his cooking because to him that is the most intimate form of affection. To cook for someone was to help them survive this world, so not many know that he is skilled in cooking.

When he is alone he is just cold and seems inhuman. He doesn't seem to show an ounce of emotion when he is in the privacy of his home. If someone were to see him through the window, you'd find him simply staring at wall or have a book in hand. If you're the unlucky fellow who is in the killing room, then you will not see an ounce of kindness or regret in his eyes. It's like staring at the eyes of a monster who simply doesn't care for human life. People will scream, fight, and cry out, but he will simply say the coldest words like, 'you probably deserve this' or 'quiet down, no point in screaming to the air' . However, after a kill there is an emotion that not even the public eye sees. It's that loneliness that haunts him. The moment he is the only living thing in the room there is that fear that he can't stop from showing on his face, the idea of being alone for the rest of his life is evident in his eyes. But as fast as it comes, it is gone. He's back to that cold Monty he has come to know and love.

The snow had been falling for 2 days straight, well at least whenever Monty looked outside he would see it snowing. He had just gotten back in from town with some of the supplies. The news warned citizens of possible snow ins, and he didn't want to be stuck in this cabin bored. HE would stay in his apartment in the city, but he would get too antsy being stuffed in a small apartment. Besides, he was on vacation, why not enjoy it in his cabin out in the woods. It was near nature and especially other humans. It was the perfect area for hunting, yet with all the snow he doubt he would come by anyone hiking. The snow was already up to his calves, and it was hard for him to even make it to the small convenient store.

Walking into the wooden two story cabin, it wasn't really a ... cabin. It had windows all over the sides of the house, privacy didn't matter to him unless he was ripping out organs from someone, in which he would of course just close the curtains. It was modern style and rather empty. The only decorations were some plants he took care of. There was a large bookcase that he had a pride for. All books from medical, non-fiction and fiction. Romances, Sci-fy, Historical, and political were just some of the genre's he had. Then his kitchen was filled with stainless steel, and granite counter tops. There was an island with a stove top where he would cook up the most delicious meats. No, he wasn't Hannibal, even Monty had standards.

Then finally the two bedrooms, one was his work office. Had his desk, laptop, with a smaller bookshelf with more medical books than fictional. You would think he would use this as his killing room, no he had something entirely different set up for that.

It was his bedroom. He despised sleeping in his bedroom and usually chose the couch in his office to sleep on it, and though it proved to be uncomfortable, he enjoyed using what would have been his bedroom as his killing zone. Sure there was a bed, but was just a mattress. It was usually spotless due to his compulsion to keep things clean. He wasn't OCD, but it was something in his brain that told him he had to clean everything up. Being a surgeon he had to make sure everything was sterilized before he performed his work was probably the reason behind his own killing room being so clean. The room was just plain white with a window that covered the whole right side of the wall, and that was it. Were you expecting a drawer full of knives or torturing devices? He didn't believe in keeping the humans alive for too long. Killing them was the only thing that he needed to do so why not keep it simple? Sure, he enjoyed a bit of exploration of a human body, but being a surgeon he already got to explore humans bodies. So the question was, why did he kill if he wasn't curious? He couldn't say he was angry at humans, they were just simply animals in his head.

The only thing that Monty didn't know about himself was his emotions. He felt happy, he felt sad, and he felt lonely. What made people believe he was a monster or psychopath? When it came to empathy he was able to mimic it so well that maybe he really was feeling empathy. Yet, he could never test that theory because whenever he saw someone that want to kill them was too great. As if their existence just needed to be wiped from this earth for no good reason. Which was why Monty hated what he was, but wouldn't change himself for the better. The idea of watching their eyes drain of life was just too sweet. The number of lives he has saved could be numbered quite easily, but when it came to kill? He probably couldn't remember all of them because there were too many. Those he was unable to save didn't count, those he had tried but their bodies were too weak. Even now, as he stared at his bookshelf in wonder the question still was pinned in his head, Why am I like this?

Then he heard it, shuffling of snow outside. A plea for help. Who could possibly be out there at this time of day? It was getting dark, and snow was coming down hard. It was almost like a blizzard. He wondered if he should just leave them there and let them die on their own. After all he wasn't in the mood to kill, he was exhausted from the walking he had done earlier to get back home. Yet, another cry was heard and he actually grew more annoyed than worried. Whoever was out there probably didn't think about the consequences of their actions. But as he went to enter his office to sleep, something made him stop. He had saved lives performing surgery, yet, he had never saved a life on his own. This could possibly be a way to test why he had the need to kill. After all, it wouldn't matter if he ended up killing the person in a day or two if he got too tired of their presence. So, like any "good" citizen, he pulled his coat back on, his scarf pulled up to his face and he opened the door. He didn't know if he could actually see them out there, but he would sure try.

The person was actually quite a bit away from the house, their screaming was fucking loud if he could hear them from his house. "Hello?" He called out, trying to be loud enough for them to hear over the wind. When he got no response he wondered if they had actually died. Well, that would have been a bummer, he didn't want his test subject to actually be dead. A sigh escaped his lips, as he shuddered from the cold and was about to turn away when just to the left of him was a body. Well, here they were, were they dead? He trudged through thew snow to the body laying in the snow and when he saw their leg he knew the reason behind it all. It was twisted in such a way that probably wasn't normal. They were unconscious by the looks of it, and when he crouched down he felt their face. They were freezing, and probably on death's door out in the cold. He didn't want to carry an unconscious body, it was like carrying a dead body with all that dead weight.

"If any god is out there, give me somesort of strength." He muttered sarcastically, and he grabbed their arm and wrapped the arm around his shoulders and put his arm around their hip and began the climb back to his cottage on the hill.

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He had no where else to put them though, he had his office where he slept, and then the bedroom that was certainly not ready for any guests or living guests at least. "If you're dead before I can even do a thing, I'm going to be rather upset." He warned to the unconscious body, but decided the living room couch would simply have to do. He laid them out on it and looked down on the snow drenched person. Well, what now? He technically 'saved' them. Did he have to actually make sure they were conscious before he discarded them.

So like any good doctor he began removing their clothes till they were down to their underwear and simply just put the clothes in the washer. Was that what normal people did? He didn't have a living person in his own home before. Then when he had done that task he went back to their body, they looked cold and that leg didn't look good at all. They wouldn't survive out there if he just told them to walk home. But how was he suppose to successfully save someone if he didn't send them home right away? Wouldn't the temptation to kill be too much? If only his self control was just a little better. The tv that was mounted on the wall would probably keep them from being bored right? So he turned it on.

Yet, they were still unconscious, and though he was an intelligent man, he never had to care for someone other than themselves. Perhaps a blanket? He wondered, then check for frost bite? That was the doctor side of him talking, so he went to the closet by the kitchen and found a table cloth. The only blanket he had in this house was the one in his office. The table cloth was white and probably not very warm, but he put it over them. Now they looked like a dead body ready to be buried. Just get the blanket you idiot. But that was his blanket, what would he do for bedding? The table cloth would do for now. The fire place was on so they would at least get a little warmer and the heat in the house was set to 75. Then an idea came to him. Dinner! If they were to wake up they would certainly love food right?

Good thing he had gone to the store because he had a steak and some asparagus he had all ready to be cooked. So like any good doctor and professional chef he got to work. If they were to wake, he hoped they would let Monty know.

 

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Spoiler: Lilian Jones

FC: Lucy Boynton
Lilian Jones
Nickname/s: Lil, Lily
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: In a relationship

Appearance: Standing at a mere 5'5", Lilian is of slender build with an almost boyish kind of figure. She has shoulder length, dyed blonde hair that has a natural wave to it and very pale green eyes that are lined by darker eyelashes that are more suited to her natural hair colour. Lil's appearance is complimentary of her personality; she often wears colourful/floral items of clothing to enhance her femininity, creating a kind of pixie-like look that portrays an innocence and naivety that isn't an altogether honest reflection of her character. Lil also has a scar on the back of her left shoulder.

Personality: To most, Lilian would seem a pleasant kind of person who portrays nothing but a warm friendliness to those that she meets. Lil has a natural kind of way with people and an ability to make even the most awkward personalities feel welcome and comfortable. She can speak to just about anyone and genuinely takes an interest in what people have to say. Having grown up with a good and consistent circle of friends, the blonde is well-practised in social norms and craves sociability of any kind. She strives to see the best in people, even when their flaws are obvious and she will always give someone the benefit of the doubt if at first glance they appear to have done something wrong. This comes from a desire not to lose important relationships, as Lil has already experienced the pain that comes with such a loss many times over. She is also much more comfortable in the company of others than she is in her own company, which if she spends too much time in, you would probably start to see the cracks in her usually calm demeanour.

Lil struggles once she is plunged into any kind of isolation; she strives to keep a full social diary of plans and events with friends and her long-term boyfriend, whom she has been with for so long simply out of fear of not having someone to call on 24/7. Some might call her needy - Lily has come to rely on feeding off the energy of others to enhance her own wellbeing. When the blonde is alone, she simply begins to dwell on her turbulent past and that glimmer of self-worthlessness that sometimes sparkles through her gaze comes bubbling to the surface.

As a result of her constant anxiety about spending too much time in her own head, Lily is well versed in different hobbies. She loves the competitive nature of any kind of group sports and has attended numerous holidays that revolve around such events, the latest being a snowboarding tournament. Lil also has a keen interest in classical music and loves spending an evening with friends at a concert of any kind. She played piano herself for a while but gave this up in favour of pursuing more social activities.

As delicate pieces of lace continued to fall from the sky, the staff and instructors at the ski resort Lilian and her friends were staying at had warned the group that taking to the slopes in such conditions could be treacherous, but still the group of young adults had chosen to ignore the warning in favour of seeking adventure. The driving force behind such a decision had been none other than Lil's boyfriend Simon, who had reassured the blonde and her friends that he had snowboarded in much worse conditions than this. Although despite his confidence, Lily approached the situation with trepidation; Simon could and was being an idiot she thought, and he was trying to show off to the rest of their friends, which wasn't unusual behaviour from him. As the more sensible one of the group, she knew that it was simply idiotic to go against the advice of the people who knew the weather conditions best, but there was something inside of her that despite her doubts, sought out the thrill of such risky behaviour. Having never been one to pass up the opportunity of spending more time with her friends, despite her instinctive worry that something was probably going to go wrong, Lil tried to ignore the sensible part of her brain and let Simon convince her that for once in her life she needed to live in the moment.

The group had made their way out to the slopes, fully kitted up in their usual weather proof gear, that they had trudged along with them in the ever deepening blankets of white that their feet sunk into when they walked. It took them a whole half an hour longer than it usually would for them to make their way to the top of the tracks and by the time they were ready to embark on their first round, Lil's fingers were already tingling with anticipation, her usually pale cheeks flushed against the ice cold of the air around them. One by one she watched each of her friends, followed by her boyfriend, push themselves off from the very top slope, some of the group on skis the others on snowboards. Lilian herself had always preferred the latter and although she was fairly new to the sport she had taken to the exhilaration of speeding through the snow, which allowed her to keep up with the others for the most part, who were all somewhat more experienced in snow sports than she was. Finally, Lil's turn came around, her being last to push herself off from the slope, as was the usual order because she tended to be a little slower and a little more cautious than the rest of the group.

Everything started off well, except for maybe the reduced visibility caused by the ever increasing load of falling snow. Lily couldn't see far enough in front of her to spot Simon who had left just before she had, but she could at least make out each slope and each twist that she was successfully able to navigate. That was, until it came to about the sixth slope in. Given that more snow had fallen in the last twenty four hours than had fallen during the whole time that Lil and her group had been at the resort, the blonde completely misjudged the depth of the snow underneath the slope as she went hurtling through the air, preparing herself to land as usual. What she hadn't been expecting though was the sink hole that opened up as she plunged into the icy blanket, which threw her off balance and caused her to go rolling towards the edge of hill. Winded from the impact of hitting the snow, she lay stunned for a few moments as she tried to breathe through the agonising fire filling her lungs. There was no preparing for what came next however. Before she could really comprehend what was happening, Lily could hear the snow falling away from the hillside before she saw it, which meant that she had no time to move out of the way before she was falling and hurtling towards the hillside below her.

The next few moments, which is all it took for Lily to roll and tumble towards the bottom of the hill, passed in a complete blur. The first thing that she was aware of was a deafening crack as her body hit the ground and a searing pain sizzled through her leg which caused her to cry out against the sudden discomfort. The second thing was the way that her body was tumbling but she had no way of stopping it as she desperately flailed her arms out to try and grab onto something that would prevent her from falling any further. The final thing was the never ending sequence of pain that seemed to be coursing through her body as she was tossed from object to object like a rag doll, tree branches scraping at her skin and impact bumps jarring against her limbs. It seemed to last forever before one final blow was struck against the side of Lil's head, her world of consciousness exploding in pain and red before everything else seemed to go black.

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White. That was what seemed to fill the air around her as Lilian slowly blinked open pale green eyes, a humming noise drumming loudly in her ears. It took the blonde several moments to come to as she registered that she couldn't really feel her body and that she was laid underneath a blanket that seemed to be causing a violent shaking to pass through her system. That was odd, she thought to herself absently. She had always thought blankets were supposed to warm you up, not make you colder. Without much thought, she attempted to pull the blanket around her a little more but was surprised when she felt her fingertips, which were still cladded in her gloves, simply seemed to fall through the material. She could feel her eyebrows pulling together in confusion, which caused a sharp pain to shoot through her right temple. Lily reached up her hand then to feel that she still had goggles around her eyes which she tried to tug off, groaning against the pain that such a movement caused her. Eventually she did manage to free herself from these items though, which she tossed to the side, admiring how the finger tips of her glove seemed to have turned to a crimson red colour. It was ultimately this image that pulled Lily back into full awareness as she jolted herself fully awake and back into her surroundings. There was a layer of snow that covered her body as well as shrouded the air around her, making it almost impossible to see where she was. She could just about make out a tree that she was laid against, which she assumed must have broken her fall and shattered the board that had been attached to her feet into two pieces. Attempting to move then, the blonde tried to bend her knees but couldn't help but cry out in pain as she failed to move her left leg, a burning sensation ripping through her skin as the top part seemed to move without the bottom. There was no denying that it was broken, from the way that it seemed to be twisted at an odd angle. Lilian smacked her lips against the sudden wave of nausea that threatened to overcome her at the sight of it. She had never been very good with injuries; a simple scrape to the knee at school was enough to send her running in floods of tears to the school nurse.

Pale green eyes quickly looked away from the image of her leg then as Lil could feel her heartbeat increasing, her hands flexing against the numbness that she could feel already starting to seep into her body. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. If she didn't get help soon, she wouldn't last long in these conditions, that much was apparent by the way that her body seemed to convulse against the cold that was threatening to take her consciousness away again. With this thought in mind and pure panic and adrenaline coursing through her body, Lily managed to shakily pull herself up, using the tree as a guide and groaning through the sickly pain that was causing a sheen of sweat to shine against her pale skin. Mustering an inner strength that she didn't really know that she had, Lily inhaled deeply then and managed to call out, "Hello? Is there anybody there?" To which, her voice was simply answered with an empty echo. "Help!" She managed to cry out again. "Please, help me!" But again and again her pleading was answered with nothing but silence as her voice grew more and more panicked by the second, a dawning realisation starting to creep into her thoughts that she wasn't going to get out of this one. Lil tried desperately to cast her mind back to the memory of Simon and her friends; surely they would be out looking for her and someone would come across her soon? But then as she glanced at the snow continuing to fall, Lily didn't know how long she could wait for that to happen. So instead, she knew that she had to attempt to move, no matter how far she got. She couldn't just lay here waiting to die, her survival instincts wouldn't let her.

For every few steps that Lily managed to hobble, she was plunged back into the snow again, her movements soon growing weary as the cold seemed to envelope her into a trance that she was fighting so hard to prevent from stealing her full consciousness. Her throat now felt raw from her screaming and her voice was hardly above a whimper as she continued to try and make contact with anybody who might be close enough to hear her. She stopped being aware of how far she had moved from her original position pretty early on in her mission to save herself, Lil's body eventually slumping down into the snow for the last time as her breaths seemed to grow more and more shallow, her energy seeping away from her with the last of her warmth. She didn't know how long she lay there in the snow, watching the delicate snowflakes fall onto her skin before she lost full consciousness again.

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It was a kind of clattering sound that seemed to wake Lily from her slumber eventually, if you could call her current state a slumber. As they had previously, slowly, pale green eyes flickered open to bet met with a bright light just above her and the ceiling of a building. The blonde's immediate thought was that she was in a hospital and her heart soared with something close to joy, before a sudden familiar tremor seemed to overtake her system, causing her teeth to smash against each other as she shivered against a cold material that was pressed against her now bare skin. That was odd, Lily thought as she attempted to move herself, but weakly fell back into what she assumed must be cushions that were currently provided her body with a soft support. Without thinking too much about what material was draped over her, Lil pulled the tablecloth closer around herself and managed to pull herself into a seated position, her eyes squinting against her surroundings. Needless to say in her current state, the blonde wasn't fully thinking coherently as she tried to consider where on earth she was and what an earth had happened to her. Again, without much thought, she attempted to swing her legs off the sofa but instead yelped out in pain as what felt like fire coursed through her left leg. She frowned then in discomfort, a dull ache starting up behind her right temple where the skin felt tight. "Fuck," she murmured softly to herself as her mind seemed to cloud with fog, making it more and more difficult for her to make sense of what was going on. Only pulling her out of this little spiral then was again some further clattering, which seemed to be coming from either across the room or a different room altogether.

Lily considered this sound for a moment and wondered what, or who could be making it, so once again she tried to pull herself to her feet but found herself crumpling back down onto the floor and sprawled out on her back instead, the table cloth she had pulled with her landing on top of her. Groaning out again in pain as the fall seemed to have jostled her leg, Lily tried to fight against the chattering of her teeth for a moment to call out in the hope that somebody might answer her. Her voice started out as nothing but a dry croak, but the more she exerted herself, the louder it became. "H-Hello? Is there anybody there? I-I need help."