Bred, mutated and augmented for war. Youre a rat ogre, with strength beyond what you should ever posses due to genetic mutations and mechanical devices of your masters. You posseess all but one thing; your own mind. You are bound to a Packmaster to think for you. However, this one seems to be intimidated by his own beast.

Scritch: "Yes-yes! Big-large brute thing! F-f-follow my commands!"

he speaks with a high pitch whine, a musk of fear from his glands.