Montey is a dual-tailed cat humanoid, black in color with a bit of white on top of his head and on stripes on one of his tails. Nobody knows how long hes lived, but reasoning suggests he's all but gone through 9 out of 9 lives, from the apparent exo-skeletal arm that is wired into his nerve endings on his left triceps. Hes a gentle fellow, generally calm, not alarmed easily, but noticing everything. Obsessive over what is his, but doesn't mind sharing if you ask politely. He loves lounging in trees and tends to frequent visiting friends. The darkness is his friend, spending long times in meditation and relaxing in it, summoning up his inner hyperactive tendencies and learning to suppress it further, gathering it, and storing it in his own form of space. He has the ability of reading other's energy levels, mastering it so much has developed it in a way, and he can gauge feelings of other people. He tends to not talk often, so when he does speak, it will more than likely be something important. He tends to be forgotten most of the time, being so quiet, so he learns not to take offense, its life, shit happens, people trip up. If you ever do hear him murmuring, don't fear, hes not talking ,hes remembering lyrics. If you feel inclined to listen, sit a bit closer, he can tell based off energy and might just pull out his ukulele. He prefers dark colored clothing, and loves hoodies whenever possible, which is forever. Cargo Jeans are his favorite, you never know when you might find a new item for the ever evolving arm.