"French Gentleman....or so we are led to believe...."

[Murphy]

Complete.
Figure from Eureka Miniatures.
Painted with a mixture of Craft, Reaper, Vallejo, and GW/Citadel paints.
Mounted on a flat washer.
VERY lightly shaded.

Backstory:
"It's a fragile, uneasy truce that holds between the great powers of Europe, and it's an even un-easier one that exists here on the island, and in the city. Due to the ever changing national flags on the governor’s flagpole, a wide mixture of people coexist side by side, (sometimes nicely, other times not so nicely) with each other.
Today, a Frenchman arrived.
Andre Javier LeBoche (The "J" in his middle name is pronounced "Hah", so "Javier" sounds like "Haaaaaah-vee-air". Don't ask why. He's French you know...), dressed in his daily finery, takes his initial look at the dreadful place that he had graced his feet to be put upon the ground here. With an agreed land grant, and some "business proposals", (as well as doing a little shall we say "shady work" for his majesty, King Louis XIV), he isn't particularly impressed with what he sees and "tsk tsks" quite a bit at everything, from the appearance of the port, to the sounds of the barnyard animals nearby, to the barking of stray dogs. He realizes that he has his work cut out for him, as he establishes himself, (and a French presence) in this rough, uncivilized, outpost of English barbarity."  He shudders momentarily in revulsion as the idea of "What the food and wine must be like here." flows through his thoughts.
"Nevertheless...." He says to himself with a slight sigh of resignation that only pale skinned, unmarried, women and French aristocrats can do, "I must plod on with my tasks and my orders.".....