Ansgar had a typical Norse childhood. At the age of six, his father left as part of a raiding party one fine spring morning and came back only for his own funeral pyre. The following summer a raiding party from a larger tribe invaded and carried Ansgar, his mother, and two sisters further North.

At the age of 15 he had proved himself well enough to be entrusted as part of the tribe's Blood Bowl squad who called themselves Valhalla Rising. He was a confident rising berserker with a knack for finding the opponent's weakness.

Sadly, prestige and fame was not destined for Ansgar. After only five matches with the squad, he took the field against a particularly filthy Nurgle team. That match both he and Danby contracted the rot. At the first sign of infection, the Norse squad banished both players to the other team's locker-room.

After taking stock of the situation, Ansgar resigned himself to his fate as a Rotter of Nurgle. Already the rot had robbed him of his speed, strength, and will to fight. Doubtless, he would die as line fodder against a monstrous beast.

So, he took to the field and did what he could to help his new team compete. Two games into this new career Ansgar found himself in possession of the ball with a slew of vampires looking for his blood. He still had a bit of common sense so he pitched the ball to Syn who would go on to score.

It would be another 28 games before he would do anything further of note. In that match, purely in self defense he hit an absurdly strong beastman and broke it's leg. The move caught Coach Kondor's attention. He looked at his roster of big named players and asked how the scrub from the practice squad had gotten onto the field.

From that point on, Annsgar was relegated to the end of the bench and only sent onto the field in emergency situations or in places where getting sent off for fouling would not matter. And that was his place. He sat and collected his check trying to avoid the gaze of the coach. The worst thing that could have happened would have been to be replaced by the next rotter that came along.

Then, without warning, fame struck. During game 60, the announcers were scrambling for trivia to fill dead air time between touch downs. An intern on loan from the company's accounting department handed the announcer a scrap of parchment that said Ansgar had broken into the records by being a rotter on the roster for 60 games. Indeed, only 20 other rotters had played in more games in the history of Fumbbl.

The cameras panned to Ansgar on the end of the bench. The stat was announced throughout the stadium and the crowd began cheering Ansgar's name. Coach Kondor was startled and asked his assistants who Ansgar was while trying in vain to find him on the other team. The assistant coach checked the roster and pointed at the Nurgle bench.

Before the match could resume, ownership sent a courier to Kondor. Under no circumstances was that rotter to take the pitch. They had found a new marketing ploy and nothing would stop them from capitalizing on it. So at the end of the bench is where Ansgar sits to this day.

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Game 117 marked a milestone. The fans recognized Annsgar as the most valuable player on the pitch in a weak losing effort. Nurgle was also touched and reached out to bestow Annsgar with an fetid visage no one would ever want to touch. (Foul Appearance)