Hugh d’Orbec
Subaltern, GDMD Hugh Philippe d’Orbec
Hugh is an ambitious young buck from the provinces, eager to make a name for himself in Paris.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Hugh is a bit skinny for a cavalryman, but hopes to add some muscle to his frame in time.
Apparel & Accessories
Hugh’s clothing and equipment maintain the standards appropriate to his station. He is not given to extravagances, tending towards quality over style and dash.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Hugh seeks to ennoble the d’Orbec line.
Social
Contacts & Relations
S. Enemme, current paramour
Religious Views
Observant Roman Catholic
Relationships
Wealth & Financial state
Hugh is currently comfortable
Born the first son of a well-to-do gentleman, Jacques d’Orbec of Rouen.
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Honorary & Occupational Titles
Subaltern of E Troop, Grand Duke Max’s Dragoons
Age
18
Date of Birth
February, 1597
Birthplace
Rouen, Normandy
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Paris
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Brown, stylish
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
5’10”
Weight
135 lbs
Belief/Deity
Roman Catholic
March, 1615
29 March, 1615
I arrived in Paris wearing more mud than decent clothing, having traveled from Rouen through miserable rain and melting snow. After having secured a small but clean flat near Saint Germain des Prés, I immediately set to work.
I secured a position in Grand Duke Max’s Dragoons as a subaltern, then went about equipping myself. I found a sturdy warhorse, hired a groom and bought a suitable sabre, as it is the weapon of choice among the cavalry. Feeling a bit lonely so far from home, I then patrolled the cafés to find some company. I spied a witty and accomplished young lady, S. Enemme, and set my heart upon winning hers.
While she is well above my poor station, I learned she has a passion for music, and thus found a means of pressing my suit. I hired a reputable composer to write a few lines, which I later played for her during a romantic dinner. I must try my own hand at composition some day.
Finally, I joined a good club, Red Phillips, and indulged in the well-supplied stock of liquors. I met a Captain of the Picardy Musketeers there, a jolly fellow called Jean Neige, and we good-naturedly drank each others’ health. I ended the month in seeing to my regimental duties, which (under the circumstances) I did with some considerable pride.
