I am George. I prefer to be called 'Your Majesty' or 'Dark Lord of All'.

Born in 1876, I live in a massive invisible castle in the middle of England surrounded by a moat that I one day hope to fill with that fish thing from Doctor Who. At birth, I was kidnapped and bitten by a radioactive pigeon, thus giving me the power of flight. Actually a unicorn in disguise.

Also a pathological liar.