Bred through many years of struggle across the hives and wastes, the Dirty Jacks have seen many leaders pass over time. One thing stands steady, only the strong survive and only mayhem can be accepted...

GypsyMoth didn't rise with roars and charges, but with swift responses and tactical decisions. Each rival gang, each problem deemed inconvenient by House Goliath, met their end through her brutal artistry. Whispers swirled through the grimy tunnels, tales of Moth's efficiency laced with dread. She wasn't a warlord, not a rabble-rouser, but a predator, her triumphs spoken of in hushed tones. One thing is certain: GypsyMoth's name is etched in blood and fear, a stark reminder that ambition in the Underhive comes with a brutal price.