Name: The Genestealer
Race: Tyranid Broodlord
Gender: Male
Appearance: Includes a horn. Spiked carapace.
Skills: Lighting fast reflexes. Incredible tactical skills
Equipment: Iron-hard claws. Iron-hard carapace. Digestive System. Sentient mind.
The Genestealer was hiding, waiting. It had been almost a month since he first arrived in this rusty, old human settlement. Only a few years till the Hive Fleet comes. Unlike other bugs, he had a mind. He had sentient thought. He was bored. Perhaps this is not the best thing to do with what your were born with. Soon, he heard a noise. He heard moaning. He ignored it, but it grew louder. The Genestealer turned back, and saw a walking corpse. It was digusting, rotting and buzzing with flies. Thinking fast, he decided what to do with it. With lighting fast reflexes, he butchered the cadavare with iron-hard claws. Then, in the faint lighting, he saw that more were approaching.
This won't be so boring after all.