Post by colbymontgomery on Aug 18, 2011 4:44:50 GMT
COLBY ALEXANDER MONTGOMERY !?
'how could a love hurt this bad? how could we lose all that we had?'
'how could a love hurt this bad? how could we lose all that we had?'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"All about me? Well, there's a lot to tell. I was born in 1501, so I'm like 500 fuckin' years old. So.. lots to tell. Obviously, I'm not human. I'm a demon, actually- just don't freak out on me, alright? I think I've had enough of that for one lifetime. Or.. You know.. seven. But hey, you must be used to freaks like me, right? Anyway, I digress. I was born Rowland Willougby, a proper englishman, and was brought up so, for the most part. We really did try to fit in in those days. I've gone by many names, some of them rather more infamous than the others, but nowadays, I'm called Colby Alexander Montgomery, and I try to keep the infamy to a minimum. For example: this war? A couple hundred years ago, I woulda been out there making a name for myself! But now? I stay out of it, except when I have to. "
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"Gorgeous? Yeah, I get that often enough. Kinda feminine if you ask me. Personally, I prefer the irony of 'devilishly handsome,' but pickers can't be choosers, right? Anyway, I'm like 5'11", 6', depending on the day. I've got brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile that makes women go weak in the knees. Vanity? 500 years of success can do that to a man. I like to keep in pretty good shape, cause what use would a fat demon be? I'm not like a body builder or anything, but I've been known to cause swooning (just remember kids, don't take anything I say too terribly seriously) As for that other stuff, I've acquired a handful of tattoos over the years, and I got my nose pierced a couple decades back. I recently took up gauging my ears, too. As far as clothes go, I don't really care what I wear. I'm pretty much a jeans and t-shirt sort of guy."
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"Cocky. People say cocky. But I'm not really. I mean, when you've been around as long as I have, it takes a certain amount of detachment and sarcasm just to wake up in the morning. I've seen this place for what it really is, you know? But I'm actually a pretty decent guy, if you can handle me not taking anything seriously. I mean, I wasn't always like this. I was a total ass until about two hundred years back. And that's not to say I don't still have my days; I am what I am, and that means I'm gonna act like the spawn of Satan some days, but I'd like to think I've matured.
Of course, I kinda worry about the more demon-like side of me surfacing. I'm sick of killing people just for the sake of killing people. And I'm sick of all the moving around and changing my name, and having other people step in and die for my old identity. It's a hassle, and more people die than need to.
Especially now, it's getting harder and harder to do. All this new technology and stuff. As much as I love it- the phones, the music, the movies, the fast cars... especially the cars- it gets in the way. It used to be a guy could just take a new name and disappear for a few years. But not anymore. I mean, yes, I've gotten good at disappearing, but it does get tedious.
I'll be the first to admit I hold on to the past. There's days where I'll just sit at home and relive all my mistakes. And the worst part is, I have this great memory of every awful thing I've done. I can forget where I put my car keys every single day, yet, somehow, I can remember every time someone's pointed out one of my flaws and every time I've made an idiot of myself. I can't say I'm too fond of it.
But hey! I'm supposed to be the aloof guy without a care in the world, right? Ah.. Well.. I try. I try not to let stuff get to me. But.. maybe 500 years is too long for one person. Here I am, getting serious again. My bad. I suppose I'm happy enough, you know? I've got a band, I've seen the world. Hell, I've even fallen in love! But- ah. No. I'm not gonna get depressing again just yet. I just wish.. Honestly, I wish I could just settle down with the perfect girl, and.. And I think I'm ready to be done with this all. I've kinda got this fear of never dying. I know, I know. Most people are afraid of dying. But it's scarier to watch everybody around you die. It's not like I'm suicidal or anything, at all. I just think.. Well, it's kinda romantic, isn't it? To live out your days with someone you love? I just wanna make things right... For her..."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"My past?! Well, you're gonna be here for a while. You know that, right?
I've given you fair warning, I guess. And I'll try to just give you an overview, but it's a lot to cover. I grew up in England in the early, early 1500's, which was incredibly different from today. as soon as I was old enough to live on my own, I got out of the house. I worked down in the shipyard for a few years, which consequently led me to a life of piracy. That continued on for nearly a hundred years, I went by the name 'Peter Easton' back then. I was a rather good pirate, though I dropped the profession and returned home around 1620.
Forty-some years passed, and I think it was the summer of 1666 when I met her. I don't want to be melodramatic and say she was my first love, but she was my first.. passion, I suppose. Her name was Marjorie, and she was a firetamer. We were hot and heavy- or as close to that as the time period allowed- for about two months, until in a reckless little adventure, I talked her into burning down a man's bakery, which, consequently, started the Great Fire of London. We fled the country as soon as we could, and we settled down in the New World, but something had changed between us, and though we posed as husband and wife, we drifted apart more every day.
She died- as blunt as that is, they all die- and I moved away, changing my name for what was the fifth time. It wasn't too long before the Revolutionary War was starting to come to people's minds, which was a relief for me, as I was getting tired of farming. I fought on the side of the U.S., of course- the idea of freedom had always kinda been my thing.
Life was uneventful for a few decades after that, I went out West. The gold rush was a thrill, to say the least. I came back east in about 1858, and the Civil War was getting closer and closer. I lived in Ohio at the time, so I joined up with the Union. I didn't really have any interest in either side, but I wanted in on the war.
Four years later, the war was over, and I was once again, left with nothing to do.
The States were starting to grow tiresome, so in 1873 I got myself a boat, and decided I was going to sail the world. It was kind of a stupid idea, looking back on it, sailing around the globe on a whim, but it was fun. And then, that was all that mattered.
The whole time I was gone though, I missed the U.S. I suppose it was more my country than England ever was, as strange as some seem to find that.
So I came back to my Ohio farm, in about 1892 (I'd made more than a few stops on my trip.) Life was quiet for the next decade or so, which really wasn't awful.
In 1917, I picked up the ol' gun again for World War I. What the men I fought with would say if they knew they were fighting with a Revolutionary War vet, I wonder about all the time.
When we came back home, the 20's were in full swing, and prohibition was at it's height- making it a perfect opportunity for me to put my old pirating tricks back into effect. I was a bootlegger before they existed, and I ran with the best of them. I went by Jack Diamond in those days, or Legs, as some guys called me. I kinda like to think of myself as the Gatsby before Gatsby. Except a little less hopelessly romantic. They thought they killed me in '31, but I'd dropped the name before they got the chance.
By that time, I was known as Wilbur Underhill. I was a depression-era bank robber, if you want to get technical about it. I had a thing for crime in the 20's and 30's. It was jsut so much classier then. I mean sure, we killed people, but we did it in a way that was admirable. We were heroes. People still talk about us. Kids write papers about me.
Anyway, before I get all sentimental on you, the 40's rolled around. Of course I got in on the war- you should know that by now.
It was a little traumatic, but I recovered by the time the fifties rolled around.
After that, pretty much name a common rebellion, and I was part of it. Greasers, Hippies, 80's hair metal. I was a part of it all. I remember the rumbles, the getting high and burning draft cards.. All of it.
Things started to change for me a couple of years ago though.
Two years and three months. To be exact.
Her name was Cassidy. Cassidy Leigh Lovett. And god, did I love her. I would've done anything for her. I swear, if she'd wanted to go rollerskating on the moon, I would've made it happen. And I thought she loved me too.
We'd been together for a year, and I decided it was finally time to tell her what I was.
She just left. She didn't say a word. She just walked out.
I left town; obviously I'd fucked things up, and she couldn't stand to be with a monster like me. I hated myself for months. I kept playing it back in my head, trying to understand why she hated me. I'd never been anything but good to her. I thought she'd loved me back.
I spent months just wallowing in it, getting wasted every night and trying to sleep through the pain until I could hit the bars again. It was half a year before I could pull myself out of it. The feelings are all still there. But nobody knows. I just moved back to Manuka, and I have to admit, I'm terrified. I don't get terrified. I don't even get scared. But if I run into her again.. I don't know if I can handle her having moved on."
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"hey everyone who reads this! julia again, from good ol' wisconsin, whatever time zone that's in. i'm not so good with that stuff. anyway, i promised better trivia on this app, so i have TWO things for you. first off, i've met colby's playby (exciting, i know) at a little night-before-halloween show in the basement of my favorite venue. i'm a concert addict, so i've met quite a few band folks, actually. it's pretty cool. anyway, trivia fact number two, wilbur underhill, jr., one of colby's former aliases, is actually a relative of mine! yup, he was real. haha anyway, that's it for trivia time. love you all! <33"
