By most aesthetic standards, Richard Armitage = mancandy. He even has his own army of fans, and what those girls don't know about tactical manoeuvres ain't worth knowing. I'm never averse to spending a bit of time admiring his...acting skills...but it is one role in particular that really rings my medieval chapel bell.
The villain. The black-hearted blackguard in black eyeliner, Sir Guy of Gisborne.
Is it his low-chested lowdown growl of a voice? Is it his tormented soul? Is it the chink of vulnerability that made him susceptible to Marian's charms? Is it the smouldering eyes and the brooding disposition? Is it the certain knowledge that he would be a sex beast of monumental proportions?
Well, yeah. But mainly it's the leather ;).