A creature spawned screaming and teeth-bared from the fetid, rotting underbelly of the world. The rat stood as a misshapen thing; a parody of man swathed in black, unkempt fur and jagged claw. Wiry and crooked, hunched and coiled like an anxious spring; a bristled trap of gnashing teeth and wringing, scheming hands. A streak of silvered fur ran the crest of his spine as a testament to his age, while his inky eyes shone murderous crimson in the torchlight, the thing of nightmarish Skaven-tale. Teeming with an animalistic ferocity, swirling with malignance and deceit.
And an infestation of madness.
A network of scars mottled his oily fur between its scabrous patches, jagged and trailing alike. Some were the unmistakable bite of blades, while others were dreadfully more organic: fangs and claws, their sources as merely spectres of self-harm or murderous betrayal best left unanswered. A cringe-inducing gash was worn almost proudly, following the curve of his neck to neatly frame his ear, its hideous shape furless, revealing his ashen-grey flesh beneath. His ears were tattered, with the left being thoroughly gnawed upon, and on his upper right arm, the numerals 'XIII' were stained into his fur, white-grey as if bleached.
Reek is often heralded by the presence of his 'children'; usually a dozen or so rats. Easily the length of an average human's forearm, they were quiet and surprisingly well-behaved, despite the quirkiness of their 'father', and their size.
==== THE GEAR ====
A murky tunic of blackened leather served as the mainstay of his apparel, singed at the edges and dotted with curious stains and dried blood. It hung to his knees as a hauberk, slit up the sides and back for ease of motion for limbs and tail. Splints and plates of metal made up the reinforcements over it, rusted and rotted though kept together by some unholy maintenance and a smattering of linkwork ringmail. Greaves and vambraces sported twisted, studded thorns of razor-sharp steel, and even the rat-thing's helmet -- shaped to fit his gnarled, scarred muzzle -- rose to an elaborate, rising blade-like shape, questionably functional as it was ritual. At his breast, that inverse triangle appeared, engraved into the steel in a rusty, blood-like colour.
A fine, oilskinned leather cloak draped about his shoulders, dyed the colour of gore. A chain of silver served as a brooch, capped in fang-bearing rat skulls by the shoulders; a motif that continued in several places on his person, leaving his step betrayed by the clatter of steel and skull. Another skull -- of a ram-beast fierce and terrible -- served as an adornment to his left shoulder-pauldron, with great, curling horns, and jagged fangs that left it as much a perverse mistake in this world as he was. The Skaven triangle was carved on the thing's forehead, a clear symbol as a trophy.
For modesty, a simple loincloth of leather hung between his legs.