Stormvermin
Name: Vrolg
Affiliation: Clan Rictus
Age: 16
Appearence: With his 5’3” and pitch black fur covering his body, Vrolg stands out as one of the elite Stormvermin. Bulky with muscles, he loves to parade around with a semi-straight back, showing nothing but contempt for those that he sees as lower. His hairless tail is quite long and ends in a metal point placed over the tip. Though still young of age, his body shows the signs of battle. His pointed snout wearing a few scars along the side and the tip of his right ear having been cut off in a long ago battle. Next to that his head is also the home of two beady, red eyes which stare at most with malice and hatred. His fangs are not long nor short, they are just the right size and Vrolg rather lets them pierce by brute force then through sharpness. Vrolg protects his body well, his chest is protected by scavenged chainmail which then goes over to hard leather at his otherwise unprotected belly, making it able for him to duck beneath blows. He likes his arms unprotected because he likes to show off with his muscles from time to time. A leather rag ,bound with leather strings over his shoulders, protects his upper legs and more beloved parts, as well as serving as a small pouch. Small animal bones are attached to his fur in his neck and he likes the rattling sound it makes when walking normally. Slung on his back, he has half a shield, which can be identified as a chaos warrior shield. The star is mostly filed off and replaced with several symbols dedicated to The Horned Rat and clan Rictus.
Personality: Vrolg is a living, breathing, walking, fighting machine. He knows he’s elite and he boasts off about it at any moment he can. He is like a big bully, arrogant and confident when amongst his own but silent and calculating when surrounded by complete strangers, but not often when they are clearly inferior to him. He likes to verbally and physically abuse his smaller kin and portrays himself over them. Against superiors he is flattering and lowly, wanting to one day take the place of clawleader or who knows, even chieftain. Passion and aggression is what fits him, though underneath his muscular exterior lies a very good working brain. Vrolg knows what to say at which moment, when to push a subject, when to go ahead with his own plans and when to let them be. Unlike his kin who he finds can be quite dumb at times, where intelligence made way for sheer muscle. Vrolg feels himself blessed by having both and fervently prays to The Horned Rat, sure of the greatness He instilled within him.
Weapons: Next to half his shield which he mostly uses defensively, Vrolg also carries a crude, rusty blade on his left thigh and a large halberd, of which he claims to have tempered the steel with his own paws.
Background: Ever since he was old enough to open his eyes, he knew he was different. He was taken away from his mother because of his black fur. When one time brawling with another one of his “brothers” when he was in training, a claw leader asked him his name. But the only thing he could say through broken teeth and a blood spattered mouth was something along the way of Vffrollghhh which later on was carried further by the other Stormvermin. On one of the patrols through the Dark Lands he found a chaos shield, almost cloven in two. This he saw as a sign that no enemy could stand before him so he adorned the shield in his own liking and carries it everywhere he goes. Having battled the greenskins a few times and returning from successful patrols made him quite known inside his hold, but considered to the numerous Skaven that walk the Under-Empire, he is quite infamous. Or atleast for now, until things go his way.
Name: Vrolg
Affiliation: Clan Rictus
Age: 16
Appearence: With his 5’3” and pitch black fur covering his body, Vrolg stands out as one of the elite Stormvermin. Bulky with muscles, he loves to parade around with a semi-straight back, showing nothing but contempt for those that he sees as lower. His hairless tail is quite long and ends in a metal point placed over the tip. Though still young of age, his body shows the signs of battle. His pointed snout wearing a few scars along the side and the tip of his right ear having been cut off in a long ago battle. Next to that his head is also the home of two beady, red eyes which stare at most with malice and hatred. His fangs are not long nor short, they are just the right size and Vrolg rather lets them pierce by brute force then through sharpness. Vrolg protects his body well, his chest is protected by scavenged chainmail which then goes over to hard leather at his otherwise unprotected belly, making it able for him to duck beneath blows. He likes his arms unprotected because he likes to show off with his muscles from time to time. A leather rag ,bound with leather strings over his shoulders, protects his upper legs and more beloved parts, as well as serving as a small pouch. Small animal bones are attached to his fur in his neck and he likes the rattling sound it makes when walking normally. Slung on his back, he has half a shield, which can be identified as a chaos warrior shield. The star is mostly filed off and replaced with several symbols dedicated to The Horned Rat and clan Rictus.
Personality: Vrolg is a living, breathing, walking, fighting machine. He knows he’s elite and he boasts off about it at any moment he can. He is like a big bully, arrogant and confident when amongst his own but silent and calculating when surrounded by complete strangers, but not often when they are clearly inferior to him. He likes to verbally and physically abuse his smaller kin and portrays himself over them. Against superiors he is flattering and lowly, wanting to one day take the place of clawleader or who knows, even chieftain. Passion and aggression is what fits him, though underneath his muscular exterior lies a very good working brain. Vrolg knows what to say at which moment, when to push a subject, when to go ahead with his own plans and when to let them be. Unlike his kin who he finds can be quite dumb at times, where intelligence made way for sheer muscle. Vrolg feels himself blessed by having both and fervently prays to The Horned Rat, sure of the greatness He instilled within him.
Weapons: Next to half his shield which he mostly uses defensively, Vrolg also carries a crude, rusty blade on his left thigh and a large halberd, of which he claims to have tempered the steel with his own paws.
Background: Ever since he was old enough to open his eyes, he knew he was different. He was taken away from his mother because of his black fur. When one time brawling with another one of his “brothers” when he was in training, a claw leader asked him his name. But the only thing he could say through broken teeth and a blood spattered mouth was something along the way of Vffrollghhh which later on was carried further by the other Stormvermin. On one of the patrols through the Dark Lands he found a chaos shield, almost cloven in two. This he saw as a sign that no enemy could stand before him so he adorned the shield in his own liking and carries it everywhere he goes. Having battled the greenskins a few times and returning from successful patrols made him quite known inside his hold, but considered to the numerous Skaven that walk the Under-Empire, he is quite infamous. Or atleast for now, until things go his way.
