King Sandor Clegane

During the chaos of the War of the Five Kings several factions broke out against the crown. Most of the Westerlands had become like the Wild West, it was a lawless place.

I was the notorious Warlord Sandor Clegane had crowned myself King of these lands. Brutal, Beast like and bloodthirsty, I held most of the power in the West, ruled from Clegane Keep,. And was followed and worshipped by my loyal pack of brigands, warriors and madmen

Life was good. I was filthy rich, lived a fast often hedonistic lifestyle. The normal folk loved to hate me

I was one of the most feared men across the seven kingdoms. a brutish, violent warlord, A bad dog who knows why he bites. Everyone had heard about my reputation

Standing six foot six, muscled like an ox, with long black hair and a permanent scowl, I cut a striking figure. The left side of my face a burned ruin, a monster, the devil himself. Most feared me, most but not all. Everyone in the Kingdom had heard of me in some capacity. It was hard not too, the maesters loved to write about me. I was their villain. They called me soulless, the devil, that even the seven hells spat me back out. I'd earned that reputation