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MONTAGNE
KHASTIL
Name: Montagne "Monty" Khastil
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Trainer Class: Battler
Physical Appearance: Monty's presence commands attention. He's tall and stocky, with a build that could give a corn-fed workhorse a run for its money, and he'd rather make a crowd part around him than try and shimmy his way through. His piercing gray eyes rake over whomever they should happen to land on, picking them apart from top to bottom, and on the rare occasion his permanent scowl is replaced it's with a sneering grin. A thin scar snakes along his jawline from his left earlobe down to his chin, but don't let him catch you staring at it.
Personality: Arrogant and assertive, with a voice that comes in a booming bark or a sharp growl, Monty's posture, gaze, and words betray the thought constantly running through his head — he's right, you're wrong, he's better than you, and you'd better figure that out before he tears you down.
He looks down on people he can beat, whether it's in a battle or a fight, and he's quick to start both and never goes in expecting to lose. He despises pity-parties and excuses, and refuses to take part in either when he loses. Instead he internalizes defeat, and relishes the taste of dishing it back out.
That opportunity doesn't always come, though, and that's when Monty finds himself falling in line. The thought of clashing with some people has never crossed his mind, and he understands that there are others who are straight-up stronger than he is. When that's the case, Monty's the ultimate point-and-shooter.
Backstory: Monty's a man with a foot in two worlds, with neither placed there of his own choosing. With one foot, he's a fresh-out hardened gangster raised from birth in a vicious Lumiose City-based mafia as one of their most loyal dogs. With the other foot, he's a fledgling Pokémon trainer on a vague mission from his boss to "get stronger" without any real idea as to why.
As time goes on, and especially as he makes more connections in the latter realm, Monty finds it increasingly difficult to keep his two lives seperate. He feels the most like himself as a gangster among his comrades, and masks his true colors around trainers in an effort to keep his identity hidden. The act is tiring, though, and the more he discovers about himself, the world, and other trainers through his journey the more he questions why he puts it on in the first place.
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