Kitbash challenge - Vermintide

I was thinking of making a mini to represent Eddard’s brother Tomas, but once I chose to paint the folds of the soldiers clothes as kilt pleats in tartan instead, I wanted a new name and character for him.

Tonmehr means Claymore in German (according to Google anyway – Sorry, but I am a very lazy researcher).

Just to persevere with the Scottish theme I chose a slightly outdated Scottish boys name that sounded strong, but also seemed to suit the Warhammer Empire world too.

Alban Tonmehr has been promoted high above his standing strictly due to attrition and circumstance. All the capable leaders and strategists amongst his regiment have been slaughtered or eaten, or both. The dwindling stock of sergeants were too valuable where they are in the structure, keeping discipline and teaching the men their trade. Rightly or wrongly, possibly both, the few remaining officers above Alban decided that they may as well choose the strongest and most brutal amongst their ranks to at least lead by example when the inevitable Skaven horde surfaced. They were optimistically hopeful Alban would live long enough to add some finesse and tactics, beyond the headlong screaming charge, to his repertoire.

Alban knows his failings, is aware as soon as a relief column arrives he will lose his field commission, but is also aware that there is no guarantee that they will live through the Skaven incursion for any of that to be relevant.

His family had been forced from their mountain strongholds by the constant pressure from Orc and goblin raids. His father had taken him from city to Imperial city looking for work and only found prejudice for being mountain folk and menial poorly paid work. Alban saw how hard his father was having to work to feed him and his eight sisters and decided to lessen the burden by running away and joining the army. Being tall and strong the army believed Alban when he lied about his age in signing up and he proved an able and frighteningly effective soldier from the start.

That was all several years ago and now he faces the horrors of a Skaven horde with his dour style of pragmatic wit.

“You call that a horde? I was fighting bigger Waaaahs of orcs sat in my nappy. Dry your eyes ya fud, there’s a fight to be had. Last one to get their blade wet ‘s a bloody Jessie.”