(This is the long-form version).

As I said, I am not entirely certain that I've worked out the system
properly or that all my Fortes are appropriate, or if some of my Foibles
overlap too much, or if Fortes and Foibles and such should be easily
understood without explanation.
Thanks.
SKA

Federic Primoson

Until he was nineteen, Federic had bright prospects. The eldest son of a
Colronan baron, handsome, brave and talented, he was the very model of a
Musketeer recruit. Great things were expected of him. Then he suffered a
brief bout of ill-spirits, and found himself unable to withhold his true
opinions of anyone.

This doesn't prevent him from lying about himself, or indeed about any other
state of affairs - just so long as he doesn't have to flatter, falsely
condemn, or avoid insult.

It was never entirely clear whether it was a curse or a mental illness -
certainly there were pre-existing elements of his personality that suggested
it. In any case, after a few choice remarks about the wife and daughters of
his commanding officer he was summarily booted out of the Musketeers and,
one garden-party later, from his family and the aristocratic ranks.

Since then, he has drifted lower and lower. Long-term relationships of any
kind, emotional or professional, have invariably foundered, often violently.
If he cared to, he could probably have found a society that would be more
understanding of his quirks - Crail, perhaps, or Sha Ka Ruq - but at heart
he's still a Musketeer, and thus he has moved through a series of bizarre
and often unsavoury professions. He is now thirty-six, and is a tiny bit
tired and bitter.

Federic is intellectually a cynic, but at his core he retains the attitudes
of his homeland. He outwardly despises the worship of Vaoz and the concept
of honour, but all his internal morality is basically honour-based; he pours
scorn on the volatile emotions of Royalists, but is basically driven by
them.

FOIBLE: Horribly Frank* (see below)
MOTIVATION: Status!
    (Federic basically wants his old job back, at the stage where he'd be
today if he'd never been disgraced. This involves not just a high-ranking
Musketeer position, but his old aristocratic status and all that entails -
at his stage of life, that probably would mean a high-born marriage, an
estate and a swarm of brats. He is aware that this would involve quite
spectacular accomplishment - just going back cap in hand will not do - and
thus is always looking for a Great Adventure to redeem his name.)
NATIONALITY: Good [+2] Colronan Royalist
PROFESSION: Good [+2] Ex-Musketeer
    Acrobatics, Fencing, Firearms, Military Arts, Riding, Foible of
Disgraced*

8 Points worth of Forte:

Disarmingly Frank: Good [+2]
    Sometimes, people don't care what Federic thinks of them: they might be
from a culture where flattery and clever diplomacy are despised, or else
from a culture where these things are so prevalent that a breath of fresh
air is a welcome novelty. Or they might not care about his opinions, just
his information; or he might genuinely like them. Attempts at diplomacy,
bluffing, leadership, gaining trust, seduction and so forth may be affected,
particularly if those concerned don't know the specifics of his condition.

Pirate: Good [+2]
    (Federic has never had the will to be an out-and-out pirate captain, or
he would have been one a decade ago; but he's been involved in enough
somewhat-piratical exploits to pick up the basics.)

 Foible of Reputation [-2]
     (an angry underworld boss, policeman and/or wronged mistress (or three)
in every port, with various rumours of madness, dishonour and depravity to
boot).

 Professionally Nervous: Good [+2]
     Federic expects that any given situation can (and almost certainly
will) go to hell at the drop of a hat; he's constantly assessing possible
assailants, routes of escape, and how to get off any given ship or island at
a sprint.

Aristocratic Manner: Good [+2]. Handsome, dashing, graceful, well-read and
witty, he can pass for a natural aristocrat - until someone asks for his
credentials.

and I'll take Fencing up to Expert [+4]
Fencing Techniques:
    Sabre! Shipboard! Bars & Taverns! Idiom: Show-off! Foe: Colronan
Royalists! (he's had to duel more than his share, and he knows how they
think.)


Appearance: Federic is a Fine Specimen of Coronan Manhood: strong jaw,
well-shaped calves, pathologically good posture. His clothes usually appear
scruffy and disreputable - but tuck the shirt in, straighten out the collar,
and run a rag over the buckles, and he could pass as a Duke after a day of
hunting in the rain.
Federic's boots are scuffed, scarred, and stained, but - if one has an eye
for such things - *exceptionally* robust and well-made.