The Leader of the Red Army. Tord...well he doesn't go by tord as often anymore, instead he wants to called "Red Leader" now after the accident that caused him to get scarred and lose his arm. He was usually in his office signing peace treatise and other wavers, angrily looking over everything. He would take breaks and look out the window at the Army doin Army stuff. Right now he was signing a peace treaty for a Army that feared for there lives.

"Stupid fucking wavers...just want to bash someone's head in and need to sign a whole fucking petition to do so..."

he growled angrily under his breath. He signed it and grabbed a cigar and just tried to clam down a bit, puffing out smoke