Snachit Quikk grew up on the near north side of Chiratgo in a "development" called Killbrini-Greenie. Killbrini-Greenie was notorious for its poverty and violence. At the tender age of 6, Quikk saw three litter-mates killed by stray warpfire during local clan turf wars. His mother prayed daily that Snatchit would find a way out of those sewers. A local Blood Bowl coach at the Rats and Mice Club would show them that out.
Reek Nosebiter had been a promising young Skaven thrower in his youth. He showed his abilities in a variant called Street Ball before being offered a scholarship to play at Slowprogood Prep. An unfortunate tail injury cost him a chance to play professionally but the love of the game still burned bright in him.
Nosebiter saw Quikk one day, playing Street Ball with some neighborhood sewer dwellers. He had run into a scrum to pick up the ball with no problem. The other rats bit, scraped, and clawed at the ball but there was no stopping Snatchit. An incredible ability to pick up the ball and hang on to it, allowed him to get into the open and throw it to a more open player. And boy could he throw it. He showed agility and persistence in getting the ball where it needed to be.
His mother was all-too eager to send him off with Nosebiter. Quikk worked on and enhanced his already potent Blood Bowl skills. When Nosebiter was awarded the head coaching job of the Warpfire Wanderers, he brought young Snatchit along with him. He showed his value to the team immediately. In his first game with the Wanderers, he threw three touchdown passes and got into six brawls with his opponents. The last of which saw Quikk ejected for stomping mercilessly on the head/face of a fallen foe.
That game brought him to the attention of some less-than well intention-ed parts of Skaven society. Snatchit loved the attention he was getting and began to fall victim to his own hubris. Everyone was telling him how great he was, and he agreed. This arrogance led to partying over practicing. He was surrounded by praise, tail, and a certain green substance. Snatchit fell deeper and deeper into his use of warpstone. His only goal became that intoxicating rock.
Quikk, his teammates, and then fans began to notice some changes in his appearance. His right hand was getting larger, larger, and larger. This only aided him on the pitch and he felt it getting stronger as well. The use of warpstone was causing the mutation of his hand and the tears of a mother he had long since forgot.
On a nondescript Saturday in 2481 Quikk got a call he never expected. His brother, Jackby, called to let him know his mother had passed and it was her final wish for Snatchit to give up his habit and be the sweet, caring boy she knew he could be.
A gentler Quikk took the pitch that day, gentler but still aggressive. Gone are the partying days, gone are the ejections, gone is the hubris... but what's not gone is the willingness to get in there and take what's his. Thanks to a procedural change from Rittzo Norvejik, he still dabbles in the use of warpstone. But if you want the ball, good luck, I hope you brought a pry-bar because you'll have to get it.. "...from my cold, dead hands."
Reek Nosebiter had been a promising young Skaven thrower in his youth. He showed his abilities in a variant called Street Ball before being offered a scholarship to play at Slowprogood Prep. An unfortunate tail injury cost him a chance to play professionally but the love of the game still burned bright in him.
Nosebiter saw Quikk one day, playing Street Ball with some neighborhood sewer dwellers. He had run into a scrum to pick up the ball with no problem. The other rats bit, scraped, and clawed at the ball but there was no stopping Snatchit. An incredible ability to pick up the ball and hang on to it, allowed him to get into the open and throw it to a more open player. And boy could he throw it. He showed agility and persistence in getting the ball where it needed to be.
His mother was all-too eager to send him off with Nosebiter. Quikk worked on and enhanced his already potent Blood Bowl skills. When Nosebiter was awarded the head coaching job of the Warpfire Wanderers, he brought young Snatchit along with him. He showed his value to the team immediately. In his first game with the Wanderers, he threw three touchdown passes and got into six brawls with his opponents. The last of which saw Quikk ejected for stomping mercilessly on the head/face of a fallen foe.
That game brought him to the attention of some less-than well intention-ed parts of Skaven society. Snatchit loved the attention he was getting and began to fall victim to his own hubris. Everyone was telling him how great he was, and he agreed. This arrogance led to partying over practicing. He was surrounded by praise, tail, and a certain green substance. Snatchit fell deeper and deeper into his use of warpstone. His only goal became that intoxicating rock.
Quikk, his teammates, and then fans began to notice some changes in his appearance. His right hand was getting larger, larger, and larger. This only aided him on the pitch and he felt it getting stronger as well. The use of warpstone was causing the mutation of his hand and the tears of a mother he had long since forgot.
On a nondescript Saturday in 2481 Quikk got a call he never expected. His brother, Jackby, called to let him know his mother had passed and it was her final wish for Snatchit to give up his habit and be the sweet, caring boy she knew he could be.
A gentler Quikk took the pitch that day, gentler but still aggressive. Gone are the partying days, gone are the ejections, gone is the hubris... but what's not gone is the willingness to get in there and take what's his. Thanks to a procedural change from Rittzo Norvejik, he still dabbles in the use of warpstone. But if you want the ball, good luck, I hope you brought a pry-bar because you'll have to get it.. "...from my cold, dead hands."
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