Akbar is a strange character. Speaking in an oddly sibilant voice and with wide eyes that unerve even the hardest of men Akbar hails from the lands of Araby. It is said he was once a master merchent, his skills of trickery and deceit second to non among the bazaars of his home town but his fall from grace came with his greed as he attempted to trade in the forbidden and the dangerous - chaos tainted artifacts. The changes came subtle at first but it wasn't long until they were undeniable. Akbar's skin became striped like that of a tigre, a furry tail springing from his hind quarters. Akbar had wronged many of his peers and it didn't take long before he was run out of town by a mob incited by his rivals when even his best efforts to conceal his altered form couldn't hide himself completely.

Manouvering his way North where the scruples of men are less strict Akbar came accross an ancient document that unbelievably pertained to him. It spoke of his future and how it was tied with the sport of Blood Bowl, in the team of the ones who are called the Changers. Scarcely able to believe it Akbar nevertheless made the pilgrimage to realise his fate and joined the squad a year or so afterwards. It is unknown where this old scroll came from as indeed it burst into iridescent flames the moment it was held by another but the god Tzeentch works in mysterious ways...