User blog:K'eth, Undercover Agent/FUCK-FUCK MAN-THINGS. (Skaven)

Name: Zrasqilk Ribshrieker

Age: 17

Race: Skaven

Gender: Male

Height: 4'8

Weight: 165Ibs

Physical Description: Fine matted black fur covers this well muscled rat-humanoid's body. Red painted armor, filled with numerious scratches and scars litter all around it. Making it seemingly useless, if it wasn't for the fact it's been repaired time and time again to moderately working condition. Literal ribs of many fallen foes can be seen attached haphazardly to the back of Zrasqilk's armor, making a small shrieking noise everytime the Skaven does a move too strenious that rubs the bones against each other to harshly. Underneath this armor his body is filled with uncountable scars both from battle and attempted betrayal, all he appeared to survive. Zrasqilk's naked tail has at the end 3 blades made for whipping around to slice at things that get to his back. His eyes are a bright yellow, allowing him to easily see into darkness. And his weapon of choice, like all other Stormvermin, a halberd, itself like his armor seeing plenty of battles but always staying with him, seemingly thirsty for blood it keeps coming back for more. Draining the life out of those it hits.

Abilities: No fancy innate magical abilities to speak of, but due to being of black fur, he was to become a Stormvermin. And thusly he has quite the combat training and experience. As well as all of the other wonderful utility traits that the rat-men possess. Zrasqilk has a unnatural durability that goes a bit beyond what a normal Stormvermin's training would actually suggest and he has survived many a blow that would instantly kill weaker rats. This earning him a longer life-span and therefore more combat expereince. Multiple failed assassination attempts due to this durability has led him to become more or less immune to weak and moderate poisons, meaning direct dueling was the only way to get to Zrasqilk's position. A idea that also failed. As he is now a Fangleader, many Skaven 'respect' him for his combat techniques and strategies. Such a thing he gladly lets feed into his ego.

While Zrasqilk himself has no magical traits, his armor and weapon, which has stuck with him through thick and thin. Seems to growing a few abilities of it's own, what exactly they are is unknown as the Ribshrieker has seemingly no desire to check it. But most assume better defenses and better attack damage respectfully for each. Though some say that Zrasqilk's halberd helps him with his unnatural durability in seemingly unnoticeable ways.

Despite all of this, Zrasqilk, like all other Skaven, Zrasqilk is quite a coward. If given the choice to save his own hide or another, he will always choose himself... or... perhaps?

Personality: Being born into Clan Skab, it was all but assured that Zrasqilk would be with black-fur and he did. So in a early age he was placed into harsh training, like all other Stormvermin... so in the end he wasn't unique with his situation. Like all other Skaven, Zrasqilk thinks himself the best at anything, strategy, politcs, combat, etc. He never blames himself for anything, even if there couldn't be any logical thing to put the blame on. But, alas, he is a Skaven and that is simply par for the course.

Zrasqilk is smart, or at the very least he likes to think himself so. He got into higher positions of the Stormvermins like others. Via assassination and duels, eventually going all the way up to Fangleader. His unnatural durability playing a major role as to why he wasn't killed himself from other Stormvermin in his unit. This leads to him becoming cocky as well, a bit like he can take on the world kind of vibe. While all Skaven have this desire deep down hidden, Zrasqilk displays it with pride, much to the hatred of all others. Leading to his involvement in the assault of the city of Nuln. A involvement that would lead to his death.

As half of the city was destroyed and pretty much literally all of Clan Skab. Zrasqilk was descended upon by his unit of Stormvermin, thinking they'd finally found a easy way to slay him. They were proven wrong as the Fangleader tore out their ribs one by one with his halberd. Enraged at the incomptence of the Grey Seer that led them, (Thanquol) he vowed he would kill the mage upon finally getting his way out of this hellhole. But first, he would take it upon himself to ravage the now pretty much defenseless citizens of Nuln. He had found a man-thing and ran after him with the promise a of slow death in his eyes... Then... the unexpected happened.

The man-thing picked up a pretty heft rock from a pile of debries, and threw it at the Stormvermin, through some bizaree machinations, the rock seemingly tore through his armor, pierced his heart and came out the other end in a one-shot clean kill for the man-thing. Zrasqilk fell over in a gurgle of shock, disbelief, and absolute anger. Before dying. To be killed so... unceremoniously. By the weakest thing Zrasqilk thought imaginable, how laughable.

But apparently, this was not the end for ol' Ribshrieker. Instead, no, he instantly upon find his last breath. He was awoken, the wound and shrapnel gone from his body. His armor seemingly repaired as well. He had found himself in a dark world, the trees and plants had especially weird colors and Zrasqilk felt ''weak. ''He could barely stand, needing his halberd to help himself move, even though the wounds were gone, he still felt the pain of it all apparently. He also knew that whatever this place was, it was bad for him, he could smell something was extremely off about it, and it disturbed him... even for a Skaven that's tough. He had just gotten out of the Dark Demon Realm when he fainted and feel onto the ground.

When he next awoke again, the Skaven was clean and his body washed. His armor was gone and he was wearing more... simple looking clothes. He appeared to be in a building of somekind, though one he did not know. He quickly left the bed he was placed on and after that found his armor and arms, cleaned up from the blood that was dried on it, though the ribs on the back of his armor stayed there. This immensely confused Zrasqilk, as he had never known anything that would do something like this for him. He liked it, but he could not quite comprehend what it meant and any of its implications. Shortly after, he found the person that took him in.

A man-thing, wearing extremely tight clothings and a ornate golden mask, normally at this point, any other Skaven would attempt to kill the man-thing... Perhaps, maybe granting a quick death for the hospitality ''maybe. ''But... something stopped him, he didn't know what, but he wanted to follow this man-thing, see what it would do. Zrasqilk was offically interested in the man-thing, he didn't hate them as much as he hated other man-things or even other Skaven. Maybe he even liked the man-thing and just wanted to follow them just because he could. And so he did, and in a short while of watching each other's back, they had become a pair of completely impossible, quirky, yet workable, friends.

Of course, this was all possible because of the demonic energy of the Dark Demon Realm, silently changing his heart and mind to be more... accepting of cooperation and love and all other positive emotions. Don't get me wrong, Zrasqilk is still a vicious and bloodthirsty combatant, and some habits die hard.

Title: Ribmangler

Quote: "You-you no touch-grab M-M! Only I touch-grab M-M... Wait! That came out-out stupid-wrong!"