George Antoine Kurtz, though his family is known to mock him for taking a false name to hide his lineage, is the nephew of Prosper Louis, the Duke of Arenburg and grandson to Louis Englebert, and on top of that increasingly inconsequential distinction he is also a third son. Which is probably why he tries feebly to avoid the whole nobility deal, it doesn’t really offer him much of anything, when the time comes the nobility carcass will be picked to the bones by his cousins and brothers (Engelbert Anton in particular, the current Duke, Kurtz's eldest cousin and also his brother in law, can go jump in a lake).
”King Leopold II” said:
"Reverends, Father, and Dear Compatriots:
The task that is given to us to fulfill is very delicate and requires much tact. You will go certainly to evangelize, but your evangelization must inspire above all Belgian interests. Your principal objective in our mission on Mars is never to teach the freaks to know God. Thus they know already. They speak and submit to a Moobu, one Nambi, one Komba, and what else I don't know. They know that to kill, to sleep with someone else's wife, to lie and to insult is bad. Have courage to admit it; you are not going to teach them what they know already. Your essential role is to facilitate the task of administrators and industrials, which means you will go to interpret the gospel in the way it will be the best to protect your interests on that world.
For these things, you have to keep watch on disinteresting our savages from the richness that is plenty in their underground. To avoid that they get interested in it, and make you a murderous competition and dream one day to overthrow you. Your knowledge of the gospel will allow you to find texts ordering, and encouraging your followers to love poverty. Like happier are the poor because they will inherit the heaven and it's very difficult for the rich to enter the kingdom of God"
Kurtz had resigned himself to the clergy when he heard that speech, but there and then he had an urge to squirm his way out, realizing that they were surely intending to send him to a barren hellscape, that there would be people making money there, and that he was, under the present scheme, set to do nothing but provide a small amount of assistance to those fellows.
Join the church, his father had told him, bring honor to the family, let all the people know how pious we are, so that his mother could share the casual conversations at their loathsome social affairs, hinting that she had some manner of insight into the mind of God or the various workings of mother church. As if anyone even cared anymore what the church thought! Her friends, Kurtz knew, were sycophants and other self absorbed nobility overstaying their historical welcome. They should all rot!
But at least the noble background came with connections. Kurtz used those connections to secure a job scouting for the North Star Company, being at the forefront of the newest ventures, be the fellow actually making money.
Kurtz was a much finer sounding name in any event, and one without all the tedious luggage of his family’s crest. Kurtz is an unproven name, unknown outside of the occasional social circle where someone happens to have inheirited the moniker but it never means anything, it does not cause those wretched sychophants to gasp and cover their mouths, Oh, one of the MAJOR families, how delightful. Jump in a lake! George hadn’t done any of those things, he wasn’t the one who had funded the first balloon launch, or the colonel who fought the British at Arroyo del Molinos, he didn’t need all of their bogus accomplishments weighing him down with overinflated expectations like one of Grandfather’s balloons, careening hopelessly to the ground, too much weight, not enough lift.
Kurtz had no weight to it at all, it was a name that still had a lot of places to see.
As a Belgian Kurtz speaks French and German and has a rough knowledge of English. He travels with among other things, his manservant, who he simply calls Friday.