This wretched Skaven feels that the fact that it ate four of it's siblings during its first week of life hints at a great destiny as a mighty leader of the under-empire, or maybe just the City of Pillars if that proves unworkable.

This Skaven firmly beleives that its purpose is to lead the Skaven race to a great victory. It is only pretending to be craven, weak, fearful and cowardly until the time is right.

This duplicitous Skaven is just going along with what its superiors want, disguising its abilities with a masquerade of cowardliness, until the time is right for it to strike! Then it will take its rightful place amongst the elite of the under-empire. Who knows, it may even become a member of the hallowed Council of Thirteen, if not the leader of the under-empire in its vast entirety. When this day comes it will surely lead its minions into a glorious conquest of the surface world. There it will reign at the right hand of the Horned Rat itself as its underlings cavort amongst the ruins of the then enslaved surface dwellers, feasting greedily on their flabby hairless flesh. All hail the Horned Rat!

This Skaven is filled with a meglomaniacal lust for power, extending to such an ambition as ruling the world after leading the Skaven race to a glorious victory over the unworthy dwellers of the surface. It has felt this way after surviving a cave-in (caused when a gigantic Moulder digging beast, half-maddened with fever, had vered off course when startled by the malfunctioning of some warp machinery) which killed many of its brood mates. Treacherous and vicious the only thing that comes between this Skaven and his plans for domination is the fact that most of its kind feel the same way about themselves.

The runt of the litter. In order to survive this Skaven had to be particularly slippery and quick. The fact that it is still living is a testament to its speed and tenacity. Surely this Skaven is destined for great things.

Long exposure to warpdust and warpslime has caused this skaven to glow in the dark. This is clearly a blessing from the Horned Rat and the skaven takes care to remind all his clan brothers of this every chance he gets.

This skaven's teeth grow at an alarmingly fast rate, so much so that even after regularly gnawing on bits of metal, he couldn't entirely retard their growth. Thus, he has fangs thrust through both his lower and upper jaw. His viciously fanged maw is utterly frightening, but clear speech is next to impossible for him.

This skaven loathes dwarfs more than any other surface race, and will do everything it can to destroy them. That is, he will make others do whatever they can to destroy them, as is only proper for such a great skaven.