EBERHARDT D'COLOMBIERS
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Int    -    -
Per    -    -
Str   +2   +3  Robust
Sta   +2   +3  Healthy
Pre   +1   +1  Accustomed to Lead
Com   -1   -1  Unmannerly
Dex    -    -
Qik   +1   +1  Brisk

Virtues
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Mercenary                               +2
Light Sleeper                           +1
Tough                                   +1

Flaws
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Enemy: Local Knight                     -1
Compulsion: Gambling                    -1
Dutybound                               -1
Obligation: Service to the Lady Marta   -1

Age 30 (60 eps.)

Abilities
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Brawl-3 (Dagger)                      6
Single Weapon-2 (Longsword)           3
Shield and Weapon-4 (Mounted Lance)  10
Great Weapons-1 (Polearm)             1
Longshaft Weapon-3 (Spear)            6
Siege Equipment-1 (Catapults)         1
Athletics-1 (Jumping)                 1
Awareness-1 (Keeping Watch)           1
Climb-2 (Walls & Buildings)           3
Bargain-1 (Mercenary Service)         1
Carouse-2 (Games of Chance)           3
Etiquette-1 (Nobility)                1
Leadership-1 (Mercenaries)            1
Ride-4 (Battle)                      10
Survival-1 (German Forests)           1
Chirurgy-1 (Binding Wounds)           1
Speak Saxon-5 (Military Slang)     Free
Speak French-4 (Military Slang)      10

Background
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A Saxon mercenary who rose to a captaincy, Eberhardt has two flaws that
have crippled his further progress; a taste for games of chance, and a
serious sense of personal duty that leads him into too many uncomfortable
situations. (Apart from anything else, it makes him try to honour his
gambling debts.) Frankly, he's not much of a natural leader; the only way
he knows to "inspire" his followers is by rigidly following the "correct"
course of action. Sometimes, this works - at least with the small band
that he currently leads.

All of this came to something of a head when he was hired by a Duke
to inspect the state of fortifications in a backwards patch of Brittany, 
and he managed to fall out with a local knight whose manor he considered
not to fit the estate's legal standing. Shortly after he'd finished saying
his piece, he and his men were riding for the next estate with a pack of
men-at-arms on their heels. The next estate, by chance, belonged to the
Lady who he'd met at a dinner the night before, who even Eberhardt had
realised didn't get on with their host, and who had heard from one of her
escort - a forester - about Eberhardt's love of gambling.

She met him on the road before her house with a ragged but substantial
band of retainers, armed peasants, and foresters. The knight and his men
were five minutes behind. She offered him a bet; if she could turn the
knight away without bloodshed, he would serve as her champion. If she
couldn't, he could arm himself and his men from her armoury, and claim
new horses from her stables. This was hardly a bet he could refuse.

Then she rode forward, with her party, and met the knight.

"What gives you the right to stop me, woman?"

"This is my land, neighbour. Mine by right."

"Your land? Hah, you don't even have a champion to fight on your behalf."

"I do now. Neighbour. Do you wish it to be known that you invaded
another's estates with sword in hand, and fought a woman and her
sworn champion?"