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Basics

NAME: Marcoulf de Ricart AGE: Mid to late 30's NATIONALITY: Orlesian RACE: Human OCCUPATION: Sellsword TITLE/RANK: n/a	HEIGHT: 5'10" BUILD: Sentient Pool Noodle HAIR: Ginger AF EYES: Dark SKIN: Slightly sunburned BEARING: Perpetually turned 3° away
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Small scar on the underside of his chin and an assortment of equally incidental scars and old scrapes on the fingers and hands. If he has more significant scars, they're out of sight and none of your business. Calloused hands. Consistently scraggly. Looks like he should smell like a horse, but mostly doesn't. Armed with a sword unless ordered otherwise.

Status

DIVISION: Forces
PROJECTS: --

Marcoulf is an ex-A Little Bit Of Everything, most recently of which was a sellsword fighting among Gaspard's forces in the Orlesian Civil War. Uninterested in pursuing becoming a roving bandit shouting about revolution in the Emerald Graves or facing possible consequences for treason in the disappointing aftermath, Marcoulf's made his way back to the Free Marches in search of work to keep a roof over his head. As luck would have it, the Inquisition is Kirkwall's #1 provider of room and board.

Reputation

Not much. He's reliable, methodical, keeps his opinions to himself (unless you're saying something he understands to be completely nonsensical; sorry mages). Marcoulf's adept at minor repairs, good with horses, and must be some kind of swordsman as he's evidently managed to make a living by stabbing people and not getting stabbed in return. If you're in need of a diligent partner with which to get something done, Marcoulf's your man. Spends a significant amount of his free time fussing over his horse.

Hooks

Give him stuff to do - bonus if you're someone with a little rank and privilege or the illusion thereof. He's a big fan of being on the fringes of interesting conversation and being told what to do by people with Breeding.

Talk to him about complicated sociopolitical ethical quandaries and watch him get rapidly uncomfortable.

Good with horses.

Can't read.

Has a fancy stolen sword with a distinctive floral pattern etched into the grip.

Orlesian nobility types might know a thing or two about Marcoulf's very deceased former...master??...Ser Andrion Côté-Boissaeu - the eccentric uncle in an otherwise explicitly composed noble family.