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[h1]Montana "Mo" Crowley[/h1]
[i]"Alcohol may be a woman's worst enemy, but the bible does say to love your enemy."[/i]
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✖[b]Age:[/b] [i]38[/i]

✖[b]Role:[/b] [i]Town Drunk[/i]

✖[b]Personality:[/b] 

[b][u]Positives Traits[/u][/b]
➡ [i]Fun.[/i]
➡ [i]Family Oriented.[/i]
➡ [i]Artistic- Singer/Painter.[/i]
➡ [i]Friendly to everyone.[/i]
➡ [i]Easy going/rides the wave of life slowly but surely.[/i]

[b][u]Negative Traits[/u][/b]
➡ [i]Alcoholic.[/i]
➡ [i]Promiscuous[/i]
➡ [i]Aloof in conversation.[/i]
➡ [i]Spends too much money.[/i]
➡ [i]Commitment and trust issues with relationships and careers.[/i]

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✖[b]Biography:[/b] [i]Ashenport had been Montana's home since she was born. She would probably die there, though God willing, she prayed she wouldn't. The problem with Ashenport was that everyone pretty much knew everyone and no matter how hard you tried to keep a secret, someone somewhere knew the truth. If they didn't know the truth, they at least found a way to entertain the lie far enough to where it replaced the truth.

Growing up Mo' had a pretty easy going life being the youngest of the Crowley children, light farming, helping her parents, and the chore here and there took up most of her life. It wasn't until her father had a heart attack that she knew that life was truly a double edged sword. The death had been hard on her mother and her, Morrison hadn't seemed too concerned about it through Montana's eyes, but only until she grew older she understood as to why he had to be strong for the whole family. When their mother had pledged to leaving, Montana begged and pleaded with her mother to bring her with:

"I won't take any space! Please take me with, please don't leave me here." she sobbed. 

Her mother could not bare to take any piece of Ashenport with her, and that included her only daughter. Morrison became both a father figure, and a reason for rebellion to Montana, and that's where life began to get hard. Morrison and Montana did not often see eye to eye on work ethic. He wanted everything to be done right there and right now, while Montana could wait a few days...weeks, or even months to start and finish a project. It drove Morrison crazy, and Montana quite enjoyed doing just that after awhile. "You're not Dad, Morrison! You can't tell me what to do all the damn time!" she would say as a young teenager living in his home. Boy, did that drive him up the wall! During these times, Montana had fell into the wrong crowd of kids. By all means Ashenport wasn't a crime infested city, but as far as bad kids go- Mo was one of them. Partying every weekend and staying out late every weekday became the norm for the young girl during her youth. 

When the death of her mother reached town, Montana was barely phased. Some of the women gossiped it was suicide, some gossiped that it was murder. Montana gossiped that she wasn't her real mother anyways, or she would have taken her with her. Either way, life moved on and as Morrison grew into more of a man, Montana was stuck in her childish ways, taking advantage of the situation she was in, and not doing much to change it. Montana was young when Morrison met his first wife, she was genuinely happy for him, though her attitude towards him had not changed. They still welcomed her into their home with no hesitation and when his wife became pregnant, they still had no trouble giving the teen a roof over her head. It hadn't occurred to her at the time, but now she was very thankful for the generosity and kindness her brother had shown her. 

Montana had fallen in love with Audrey the moment she was born. Mo would lean over her bassinet and stare into the big brown eyes of the little girl, putting her finger down so she could wrap her tiny hands around it. She was so full of life, while Montana lacked so much of it. "You're going to make it out of here sweetheart, I promise you." Mo would whisper caressing the young girl's cheek. If anyone knew Montana they'd say Audrey was the light of her life. In the tragic and sudden events of Morrison's wife's death, things took a turn for the worse in the Crowley family. Tensions ran high in the household, and everyday became a battle between brother and sister. Montana took a bitter turn for the worse, getting into more trouble at school, and around the town. She was a complete mess.

The moment Montana turned 18 she had to leave the house, not because she had to, but because she needed to. She couldn't bare to live with her brother anymore, though it pained her to leave- she knew it was for the best. Doing odd jobs around town she managed enough money for a small place in town. Her life was getting back on track, she met a man, fell in love, and became pregnant with a child in a matter of years. Montana was glowing in happiness, she was steady and finally becoming a young independent woman. 

When the man she loved turned around and walked out on her. That was strike one. 
When the bank told her she was losing her house and was bound to become homeless. That was strike two.
When the hospital informed her abnormal bleeding was because of a miscarriage. That was strike three.

Montana had gone from the top of the world to lower than dirt in a matter of years. Drinking, drug use, sex- became her normal day routine. Her reputation around town was split into two categories; Home wrecker or Nice piece of ass. Montana preferred the second one, but the first one seemed to happen more often in the small town. Reaching 30 things slowed down a bit again for Mo, she wanted to settle down and have a family, but no one really wanted to wife someone with such a reputation. That's why she needed to get out of town and leave that reputation behind her. 

For several years since her 30th birthday Montana has been saving up some money to leave Ashenport. She still drinks, does drugs, and has sex on the occasion, but it definitely has slowed down a bit since her teen and younger years. Currently she rents a room in the Hotel as permanent residence. She is trying to rebuild a good relationship with her brother, and tries to have a healthy relationship with her niece- Audrey. Visiting them both at least twice a week up to their home in most northern part of town.
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✖[b]Nightmare:[/b] [i]Montana's nightmare has visited her many of times during a drunken stupor. It is a young woman with a mangled face, unrecognizable because of the contortion of it and the amounts of blood dripping from the gashes. She walks slowly and her limbs appear to be badly broken or injured. The sound is the worst part of the nightmare as the sound of bone cracking and a gurgling sound escaping her lips. The nightmare has never gotten close enough to Montana for her to hear what the woman is saying, but she could swear that it's crying for help.[/i]