THE SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAMAge: Mid-forties.
Eyes: Shifty.
Hair: Greasy.
Religion: Satanism (Masquerade Ball Chapter).
Is Pleased By: Deposing kings, setting stuff on fire, a strict timetabling system for visiting hookers.
Is Vexed By: Vigilantes, large stitches, Brian Blessed.
Luxury Items: A sword, a spoon, a spork (just in case), Grabthar‘s Hammer (due to a clerical error)
Choice Of Minion: The witless yet eager-to-please Guy of Gisbourne, who might just get lucky and be murdered by someone else before the Sheriff can get round to it.
The most bad-ass pantomime villain the Twelfth Century ever produced. This guy will mess you up, and he’ll do it with any damn cutlery piece he pleases. Then, just for kicks, he’ll cancel Jesus’ birthday. Because he can. This is a man who will take on Sean Connery, for God’s sake. Admittedly, he’ll wait until Connery’s in another country first, but the guy used to be James Bond, you can’t fault Mr Of Nottingham for showing a little caution.
The Sheriff’s attention to detail and all-round wiliness may make him a formidable player in the game. His biggest weaknesses though lie in an incompetent henchman, a lack of special powers, and the possibility that he will go into an extended sulk once he realises the basement no longer contains a malignant witch, only a hoover that he will expected to use to clean the living room with on alternate Wednesdays.
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