Editing Character:Ortega Montague (section)

== Character Description ==


''Clearly, you're going about this the wrong way. Sometimes, the pick and chisel are far mighter than the axe. Besides, if something goes wrong, you really won't want to be this close, friend''.-Ortega Montague

Ortega Montague isn't quite a kid, but he's by no means elderly. He never was a one for warcraft; being a little smaller built than his fellows, but he's always had a mind for how things work. Learning tricks of the trade over the years, he decided, after adulthood had passed for a short while, to put them to good use. Where there are warriors exploring, there are bound to be traps and locks, things to hinder their journey, and Ortega decided that this could be his forte. He knows how to put them together, how to disarm them, and what to do 'in case of emergency'. 

His family is rather large and extended, so his parent's didn't mind too much about 'losing a warrior'. Ortega is average hight for a dwarf, but a fair bit leaner, with shorter reddish-brown hair, and no beard-his mustache is kept well groomed, though. Beards, while nice, do tend to get caught up in machinery. He dresses in fairly simple, utilitarian clothes, with many pockets in his cloak where he holds all of his tools of the trade, among odd bits of parts. He will, if necessary, do a little bit o' filching and slight of hand, now and again too; after all, he doesn't DISLIKE money by any stretch of the word. he finds it easy to find work, though, most people heading on adventures would rather not be squashed flat, or poisoned, by some of the nefarious devices lying around. He fights when he must, prefering to strike from a distance and getting the drop on the enemy with his many darts, than toe-to-toe, even better, he would prefer to assemble his own devices...