Seriously, my guy is cool. His name is Sir Michael of the Red Forest Clan. He wears thick plate mail and wields a wicked curved blade. His army is of 35 of his close clansmen. They are incredible warriors but are widely regarded as brigands and outlaws. His Norman charger named Cavallano has seen him through many cavalry charges. This is the expression on most of the Swadians' faces when before my army:
His battlecry is, "EEEEEYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(he is Nomad Bob's cousin)