Monty is quite possibly the biggest procrastinator you have ever laid eyes on. His uncanny ooze of laziness makes it seem that he puts off even putting one foot in front of the other. Although he has been called lazy by every single major person of influence in his life, Monty insists to march to the beat of his own very slow, and often neglected drum.
His default sedentary mood has done little to develop his physical prowess and, as a result, he has grown into a flabby, unimposing, and utterly unremarkable little leprechaun. However, genetics has blessed him with good health and steady aim.
Monty was smart enough to learn quite a bit about magic from his relatives and friends who tolerated him despite his perpetual tardiness, laziness, and general unreliability. They did so because Monty has talent, and that talent has allowed him to skirt though life spending the least amount of effort required up to this point.