• Real Name: Andar
  • Identity: Human
  • Occupation: Cult Leader
  • Group Membership: None
  • Affiliations: None
  • Enemies: Red Sonja
  • Known Relations: None
  • Aliases: Andar of Bezfarda
  • Base of Operations: Argossean forest, possibly Bezfarda
  • Powers/Abilities: Andar did not possess any powers, but was a ferocious leader and was probably very intelligent due to the extensive studying he had done since his youth.
  • History:


Andar of Bezfarda was just a young boy when he saw a beautiful white horse with a horn protruding from its head, feeding in an Argossean meadow. The sight of this magnificent creature burned a passion in his heart. He wanted to touch it, but before he could it ran off with incredible speed.

After the experience Andar spent his entire life learning as much as he could about the mythical creature called a unicorn. His studies taught him two separate accounts of the animal. The one most accepted by people was that of a myth, a creature that was not real. The other stated otherwise; that one Andar believed, after all he had seen the animal. He also discovered that anyone who could catch the creature and claim its horn would be given the gift of eternal life.

In his adult life, Andar built a kingdom of his own in the Argossean forests. He became the Cultish leader of a group of people who believed in his desire and destiny to one day catch a unicorn.

That day came, and in the very same forest where they lived, they cornered the beast with a horn on its head. Andar was desperate to learn if the rumors of eternal life were true. His followers tossed ropes over the unicorn as it tried frantically to escape. The unicorn thrashed about and hit a thick branch, snapping the horn from its head. Andar triumphantly lifted the horn over his head in jubilation.

Red Sonja, who had witnessed the ordeal, stepped in to save the unicorn and rode off on the animal's back. Andar of Bezfarda was furious. He had the horn, but he wanted the entire animal. He was plagued for days and nights by thoughts of the red haired woman and the animal, haunted by the nigh-mystic tie they had displayed. He called for their deaths as the only way to end the curse on their kingdom.

Andar labored in his workroom to create a potion using the unicorn's horn, using a method he had learned by following a pre-Cataclysmic formula to create his eternal youth nectar. He had almost finished drinking it when two of his cult members entered his workroom to announce they had found the two he had been looking for and feared. Andar angrily announced that he feared no mortal, and threw the unfinished bottle of potion on the ground. One of the two men, knowing what must have been in the shattered bottle, knelt down to lap it up, but Andar stuck a sword through his back.

With their location known, Andar plotted an ambush to kill Red Sonja and the unicorn at night, under cover of darkness. At the moment of the attack Andar noticed that the unicorn had grown a new horn and told his men to leave the animal to him. Moments later Red Sonja had been knocked unconscious by one of the cult members. Andar stood over her with a spear ready to plunge it into her body, but before he could the unicorn came up behind him. Andar turned and tossed the spear at the beast, but he only grazed it. With lightning speed the unicorn skewered Andar on its horn and then with a powerful thrust tossed his lifeless body several yards through the air. His life's work had become his fate.

Source: Marvunapp