He has always been know as the Sheriff's right-hand man, clad in black leather. He has been painted a man who killed and followed orders on rumour that it would lead him to status and power. Many have said he was not a man to be trusted or respected, but those were just their words. But, this time it's time to set the story straight and here from the man himself. His own words.
Good Heavens! Hood has done it again. He has evaded capture and has made me look foolish in front of the Sheriff. Though not that the Sheriff cares much about how I look. I am merely a puppet to him, something he can manipulate in doing anything he wants and he is the puppeteer. The one who makes all the moves and I just but follow his lead.
The Sheriff has no idea what he's doing. And Hood knows this. He is not as stupid as my Lord Sheriff thinks he is. His plans always go awry and yet, he blames me. Me! I am no fool. I have plans. But, he never listens. Though when he does listen he usually claims it was his idea.
He's just an old man, a leech who has no brains of his own. He clings on to those who have power and status. Like Prince John.
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