Born of gods to fight gods, The Baron serves as an engine of war seven years in the making. Perfected in his ability and personality, he is the essence of defiance to those who preach large of themselves. Through his rage, the Baron is my perfected war machine. 

Whatever power you bluster at me is but a breath of what winds I conjure. 

My characters are not myself, they bend to my will and I control their fate and those they conquer. 

You are mine to lay waste. [@Seed]