Warxen was a disgustingly jovial lad growing up in Naggaroth much to his parents' dismay. He liked nothing better than watching his favorite team, the Nightwings, on Cabalvision. One night after an argument, his father forced him to sign on to become a cold one rider.

Just before he was to enter training, Warxen ran off to follow his dream of playing Bloodbowl. He made his way to the temporary headquarters of the Dudes, intending merely to buy a sticky bun, but found out that a recruiting drive was on.

Warxen tried out for the team and quickly proved himself quite skilled for one so young. The only complaint that his manager (and teamates) really have is that Warxen watched far too much bloodbowl when he should be working out or joining in the bloodletting of elven captives.