From the moment he joined the team, he had always been saying that he once had been a king of a really strange and forgotten human country. He says he had been awaken when the men of his country were starting to wear some sort of knee high skirts. He then wandered in the ocean for centuries until he climbed on the Old World shores, and decided that his soul had been imprisoned into a Blood Bowl ball. He will eventually find it, he says. He has been nicknamed
Macbeth by his teammate
. When he's alone, he always mumbles some sort of poetry.
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
creeps on this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death:
Out! Out, brief candle.
Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then
he's heard no more.
It is a tale,
told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing."