Reworked version, to be a little more legible and to comply with rulings. Federic Primoson FOIBLE: Horribly Frank* MOTIVATION: Status! NATIONALITY: Good [+2] Colronan Royalist PROFESSION: Good [+2] Ex-Musketeer# Acrobatics, Fencing, Firearms, Military Arts, Riding, Foible of Disgraced* Disarmingly Frank [+2] Pirate [+2] Professionally Nervous [+2] Fencing [+4] Sabre! Shipboard! Bars & Taverns! Idiom: Show-off! Foe: Colronan Royalists! 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. Biography: 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, and 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. notes on Fortes, etc. 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 the Musketeer position, but his old aristocratic status and all that entails - at his stage of life, that probably would mean a high-born marriage 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.) Disarmingly Frank 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 (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.) Professionally Nervous 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. Fencing (Expert) I didn't want to increase the Ex-Musketeer portmanteau wholesale, since Federic has been out of the Musketeers for a very long time (and was only nineteen when he was thrown out). For similar reasons he lacks the Aristocrat portmanteau. Foe: Colronan Royalists This is not so much through preference as necessity: he's had to duel more than his share, and he knows how they think.