MONTAGUE ASHER IS A 25 YEAR OLD SIREN WHO IS OFTEN MISTAKEN FOR DEVON BOSTICK. HE CAME TO THE MANSION AS A SUB. HE IS BISEXUAL AND INTO DIRTY TALK, BDSM, AND EXHIBITIONISM BUT HATES SCAT, GORE/VORE, WATERSPORTS. THOUGH KNOWN AS IMPATIENT, IMMATURE, AND GULLIBLE, HE IS ALSO GENUINE, OPTIMISTIC, AND EMPATHETIC.
“Same shit, different year… that’s how it goes right?” Dante asked, a slight smirk on his face.
“I mean, I guess. If you wanna think about it like that.” He agreed, Montague’s constant stream of enthusiasm unaffected by the rather lackluster response. Personally, he loved the new year and everything it stood for. Yeah, it was cheesy and technically just another day gone by in what was essentially an arbitrary timekeeping system, but it felt good. Like a fresh start to make things even better. “I know it’s dumb, but I kinda like the whole ‘new year’s resolution’ thing. It’s like, a chance to start all those things that you’ve wanted to and even if they don’t last, you’ve got a new story.”
Terrance walked along the path, staring at his feet. He was distracted by them — almost mesmerized; walking and doing so however and whenever he wanted was simple but felt so freeing. It was enough to keep him from realizing someone was coming up in the direction until it was too late and he’d bumped into them. He instantly startled, head jerking up from his lowered gaze to see who he’d crossed. “S—S-Sorry. I was… I didn’t mean—”
“Hey, man, It’s all good. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Montague replied immediately, never one to hold grudges for the little things in life. The man seemed distracted, anyway, probably lost in his own thoughts and he could totally relate. He’d managed to stumble his way into people a couple different times while preoccupied and it’d be a real dick move for him to hold the same thing over someone else. “Happens to the best of us. You should probably sit down if you’re gonna do any more intense thinkin’, though. Trust me, I know from experience that there’s a real danger of running into walls. Seriously, almost broke my nose one time.”
Directing his sincere smile at the stranger, the chronically sociable siren took the hint for once and didn’t try to rope him into a friendly conversation. If his startled, mildly distant expression was anything to go by, the guy already had his own thing going on up in his head at that point.
The mansion’s door creaked as it opened slowly, making the blonde cringe. Sneaking out late at night to skinny dip in the lake was certainly a … bizarre idea even for Melody, maybe even too bizarre to make her realize that she didn’t even bring a towel or something else to dry herself with. Now here she was, taking the first few tip-toes on the mansion’s cold floors before turning around to shut the front door, making a thud sound in the process. She cringed again at the sound.
Melody figured she’ll let it be, turning around again to see a person, ultimately shocking her. She almost slipped on the floor but steadied herself, smiling nervously at the other before her. “Oh dear– u-um, good evening!” Tone laced with hastiness, she realized how odd she must have looked. Blonde hair still dripping wet while wearing a dark blue bikini top, with dark denim shorts and for some reason, bare feet. “Fancy seeing you here..” She trailed off, her eyes flashing with embarrassment as she avoided eye contact.
Humming to himself as he padded down the hall, Monty was headed outside to place a call to his mother and potentially sate his craving for the open water - or at least as close as he could get to it. What he didn’t expect was to run into anyone at fuck-all-o’clock in the morning, a mistake that almost gave him a heart attack as the door to the mansion slammed shut with a conspicuous thud. Looking up from his phone, he met the nervous eyes of a young woman practically soaked to the bone in what was essentially beach attire. Again, not what he’d expected from his evening adventure.
“Oh, hey there! You good? You look like you’re going to freeze to death just standing there,” he replied with a small smile, furrowing his eyebrows at her hesitant demeanor. What did she have to be embarrassed about exactly?
“I have a towel if you wanna dry off? I probably won’t use it anyways, not really in the mood for a swim anymore.”
“I hope you have a decent excuse for interrupting me. These plans have to be perfect and if you plan on distracting me, I require warning.”
“Promise it’s a good one,” Montague reassured quickly, pulling the wallet he’d found out of his pocket and handing it over. “I found this on the second floor and man it’s been a whirlwind to find you. I talked to like ten people to try and figure out who you were until this one woman - I forget what her name was but I think she has a crush on you - pointed me in your direction and here I am. So, there’s the wallet. I hope everything’s still in there.” Truth be told, he’d had a lot of fun on this little scavenger hunt. It was a lot better than what he’d originally planned to do (read: nothing) and at the end, he got to talk to a hot guy.
Damn, his driver’s license did not do him justice.
Montague Asher is a 25 year old siren who is often mistaken for Devon Bostick. He came to the mansion as a sub. He is bisexual and into dirty talk, BDSM, and exhibitionism, but hates scat, gore/vore, and watersports. Though known as impatient, immature, and gullible, he is also genuine, optimistic, and empathetic.
Full name: Montague Lauren Asher
Nicknames: Monty
Age: 25
Species: Siren
Date of birth: 23rd of Febuary
Place of birth: Duck, North Carolina
Zodiac sign: Pisces
Gender and pronouns: cismale, he/him
Sexual/romantic orientation: bisexual, homoromantic
Ethnicity: english, scottish, french
Religious views: athiest/agnostic
Education level: High School graduate
Mental conditions: adhd
Physical conditions: n/a
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Eye color: brown
Hair color: dark brown/nearly black
Hair style: His hair is shaggy, almost chin length, and curls at the tips. Most of the time he lets it just do as it pleases as he’s not really the type to care all that much about his appearance.
Facial hair: none
Skin tone: he tans pretty well in the summer but for the most part he’s pretty pale.
Birthmarks: n/a
Height: 6′0″ (183 cm)
Weight: 155 lbs (70.3 kg)
Fitness level: He doesn’t activey make an effort to excersize but he’s got a ton of energy and frequently finds himself doing so anyways. I’d describe his fitness level as slightly above average but nothing too crazy. (He still gets winded going up multiple flights of stairs.)
Clothing style: comfy yet stylish, many layers (he often wears either a jean jacket or a faux leather one), dark colors/monocrome, boots and sneakers
Piercings: n/a
Tattoos: one on his forearm of an octopus (like this one )
Scars: a small dent above his eyebrow from where he fell and hit his head on the corner of a table, scars from staples and an incision from when he broke his arm really badly at fifteen, various faded ones on his shins from being a clumsy kid
PAST:
Best memory: His best memory is probably the day he graduated High School. Montague wasn’t exactly into the whole school thing and considering he’d slacked off until the very end of junior year, it was a lot of hard work on his part to turn things around.
Worst memory: The first time his mom killed in front of him in order to restore her youth. She did it with such nonchilance and it terrified him.
Biggest secret: He’s a pretty open book, but his biggest secret would have to be the fact that he feels stuck and stupid without any college education or a really stable job to work towards.
Biggest fear: Isolation
When they arrived on the island: Monty arrived on the island two weeks into December of 2018 in order to connect more with the supernatural community and hopefully sate his mid-twenties hormonal mess of a mindset.
How/why they arrived on the island: Montague swam to the island, not from the US but from nearby, because he’d always wanted to go to France. He had family there (500 year old family, but family nonetheless) and as he’d taken the language in school since the elementary days, he was pretty well spoken. Life in his hometown was fine but he found the whole thing boring...and there were no other supernatural’s even close to him so that was a pain in the ass.
First kiss: His first kiss happened when he was twelve, it was with a girl two years older than him that basically just attacked his face. He had no idea what to do and decided to go along with it, the result being a horrifically bad kiss with way too much teeth.
First love: The first person outside his family that Montague truly loved (romantically, that is) would be his first boyfriend. The guy was called Justin and he was everything Monty wanted to be at age seventeen. Cool, calm, intelligent, and just a little big rebellious - Justin made the siren feel like the star of a romance movie and he was instantly hooked.
First time: His first time was also with the girl that stole his first kiss. Her name was Navami and she became one of his closest friends, someone he trusted and cared about enough to not regret having sex with. The whole thing was, once again, a bit of a disaster but he did discover a few things about himself (like just how much he liked surrendering his pleasure to someone else.)
Childhood best friend: Montague was an extremely social child and as such had many friends to choose from, none were ever defined in his mind as the ‘best friend’ but three were probably the closest to that definition: Navami, Sidney, and Zach.
MISCELLANEOUS:
Bad habits: smoking, impulsive decision making, picking at his lips,
Positive traits: genuine, optimistic, sociable, loyal, kind, and empathetic
Negative traits: impatient, immature, occassionally self-centered, naive, talkative, and gullible
Emotional stability: decent
Sociability: he loves people, parties, and anything with groups of new and exciting personalities
Relationship with mother: Montague’s not very close to her but he does think she’s incredibly strong as a person and takes her advice incredibly seriouosly. She’s the type of person he admires for their hardass attitude and ability to take shit from no one. He loves her very much but they don’t often talk.
Relationship with father: His father is the person that knows
Siblings: two brothers and a sister - he’s not close to any of them but would probably sacrifce himself on their behalf nonetheless
Pets: cat called tybalt
Role models: His father, Batman, Captain Kirk, Beyonce (?)
Favorite place: the beach by his childhood home
Favorite animal: octopus
Favorite book: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Favorite movie: Star Trek
Favorite music: Classic Rock, Alt. Rock, Classical
Favorite food: French Fries/Chips
Views on romance: Montague’s a romatnic, he loves romance - chocolate, flowers and all. He’d love to find a partner who shares the same views and is willing to humor him and all his silly little date ideas.
Anything else to know about them: n/a (added as I think things up)
