Sandor Clegane dropped his visor with an audible clang and took up his position. Ser Jaime tossed a kiss to some woman in the commons, gently lowered his visor, and rode to the end of the lists. Both men couched their lances.Ned Stark would have loved nothing so well as to see them both lose, but Sansa was watching it all moist-eyed and eager. The hastily erected gallery trembled as the horses broke into a gallop. The Hound leaned forward as he rode, his lance rock steady, but Jaime shifted his seat deftly in the instant before impact. Cleganes point was turned harmlessly against the golden shield with the lion blazon, while his own hit square. Wood shattered, and the Hound reeled, fighting to keep his seat. Sansa gasped.

A ragged cheer went up from the commons.'I wonder how I ought spend your money,' Littlefinger called down to Lord Renly.The Hound just managed to stay in his saddle. He jerked his mount around hard and rode back to the lists for the second pass. Jaime Lannister tossed down his broken lance and snatched up a fresh one, jesting with his squire. The Hound spurred forward at a hard gallop. Lannister rode to meet him. This time, when Jaime shifted his seat, Sandor Clegane shifted with him. Both lances exploded, and by the time the splinters had settled, a riderless blood bay was trotting off in search of grass while Ser Jaime Lannister rolled in the dirt, golden and dented.

Sansa said, 'I knew the Hound would win.'

General Information

Name: Sandor Clegane

Age: Unknown

Birthdate: 271AL

House: House Clegane

Description

Hair Color: Dark

Eye Color: Book (Grey) TV (brown)

Skin Tone : White

Height : Six Foot Six

Weight: Unknown

Background

Sandor Clegane is a skilled warrior in the service of House Lannister, although he refuses to take holy vows and is not a knight. His face bears scars from burning and he is known for his fierce demeanor and lack of chivalry. He is the younger brother of Ser Gregor Clegane, nicknamed 'the Mountain', a monstrously huge knight and arguably the most feared man in Westeros. In his youth Gregor nearly burned off half of Sandors face: Gregor found Sandor playing with a toy that Gregor had discarded, and without warning or uttering a word, Gregor grabbed Sandor and 'punished' him by holding his head into a burning brazier. Gregor was only forced to stop after half a dozen servants managed to pry him away from his brother. The incident left severe burn scars over the right half of Sandor's face, thus he usually wears his hair long on that side to cover them. Ever since, Sandor has been deeply afraid of fire.

A large man and formidable fighter in his own right, Sandor gutted his first man in combat when he was twelve years old. Sandor finds killing to be the best thing in the world, and although he isnt a crazed killer who will kill anyone regardless of the law like his brother, he cynically pursues occupations as a bodyguard and soldier which allow him to kill legally - though he scoffs at the hypocrisy of people who think theres really that much difference. Sandor has extreme contempt for romances and songs which present knights and wars as chivalrous and glorious, as he has witnessed all too well that supposedly honorable knights frequently butcher the innocent while claiming glory. Thus, Sandor has steadfastly refused to be knighted.