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Berethan, the Soulless
#3
Tzeentch Warrior
MA
5
ST
4
AG
3+
PA
-
AV
9+
R
18
B
253
P
-1
F
0
G
53
Cp
0
In
1
Cs
8
Td
1
Mvp
3
Cp+
0
Df
0
Cs+
0
GS
36
XPP
0
SS
0
SPP
36
Injuries
d, m
Skills
Extra Arms
Hypnotic Gaze
Block
Guard
Tentacles
Berethan
WIP
| Casualty Types | Players |
|---|---|
| Killed | |
| Minus Strength | |
| Minus Movement | |
| Minus Agility | |
| Minus Armor | |
| Niggling Injury |
| Portrait | # | Player | Position | SPPs | Inflicted Casulties * | Touchdowns | Fast Facts |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
Some legends say that the seventh son of a seventh son is bound to live a remarkable life. While that's most certainly filthy Nurglite propaganda, what is sure is that the ninth son of a ninth son is bound to live an interesting life - in that Tzeentch will almost certainly make its appearance at some point.
Such is the case for Berethan, who has been plagued with nightmares since his earliest years but survived unscathed, against all predictions, to adulthood. Fate (well, yeah) decided that the young man had a talent for Blood Bowl, but the terrible dreams he was subject to meant he was always exhausted and sluggish, hampering his career. Trying to find a solution, Berethan tried every possible remedy, from consulting the best physicians in the Old World, to more esotheric practices like traditional witchcraft and the like. Desperate, he called on a remote monastery in the mountains of mysterious Cathay, where monks worshipped an enigmatic entity called Chi'chi'an. The monks taught the young man to meditate, and told him that the solution to his curse was in the dreams themselves. For nine days, the athlete meditated in the cold snow, enduring ghastly nightmares of innatural things beyond this world. Finally, on the ninth day, he dreamed of a crow, who spoke to him, saying that he could stop the nightmares from coming if he trusted him. Berethan, half-insane from the horrible visions, agreed. All of a sudden, the nightmares vanished.
Berethan came back to the Old World, starting a lucrative career in the sport. But everyone who met him agree that something was amiss, as the man was always completely emotionless and dispassionate. No anger, no joy, no fear, no sadness. Nothing. He became a staple in his minor league BloodBowl team, but he never bonded with anyone, nor any major team seemed to notice, and not once he expressed frustration or rage at the situation. Then one day, after nine years, while the team was playing in another town, a thick fog fell on the field. The match was stopped, but right after the whistle Berethan, without a word, walked into the mist and disappeared.
He made his way to the Mirrored Hall, because of course he did. His soul belonged to the Crow, and the Crow needed him there.
Such is the case for Berethan, who has been plagued with nightmares since his earliest years but survived unscathed, against all predictions, to adulthood. Fate (well, yeah) decided that the young man had a talent for Blood Bowl, but the terrible dreams he was subject to meant he was always exhausted and sluggish, hampering his career. Trying to find a solution, Berethan tried every possible remedy, from consulting the best physicians in the Old World, to more esotheric practices like traditional witchcraft and the like. Desperate, he called on a remote monastery in the mountains of mysterious Cathay, where monks worshipped an enigmatic entity called Chi'chi'an. The monks taught the young man to meditate, and told him that the solution to his curse was in the dreams themselves. For nine days, the athlete meditated in the cold snow, enduring ghastly nightmares of innatural things beyond this world. Finally, on the ninth day, he dreamed of a crow, who spoke to him, saying that he could stop the nightmares from coming if he trusted him. Berethan, half-insane from the horrible visions, agreed. All of a sudden, the nightmares vanished.
Berethan came back to the Old World, starting a lucrative career in the sport. But everyone who met him agree that something was amiss, as the man was always completely emotionless and dispassionate. No anger, no joy, no fear, no sadness. Nothing. He became a staple in his minor league BloodBowl team, but he never bonded with anyone, nor any major team seemed to notice, and not once he expressed frustration or rage at the situation. Then one day, after nine years, while the team was playing in another town, a thick fog fell on the field. The match was stopped, but right after the whistle Berethan, without a word, walked into the mist and disappeared.
He made his way to the Mirrored Hall, because of course he did. His soul belonged to the Crow, and the Crow needed him there.
| Casualty Types | Players |
|---|---|
| Killed | |
| Minus Strength | |
| Minus Movement | |
| Minus Agility | |
| Minus Armor | |
| Niggling Injury |
Match performances
Date
Opponent
Comp
TD
Deflect
Int
Cas
Mvp
Spp
2018-03-03
-
-
-
-
-
1
4
2018-04-09
-
-
-
-
1
-
2
2018-04-10
-
-
-
-
2
1
8
2018-04-17
-
-
-
-
1
-
2
2018-08-18
-
1
-
1
-
-
5
2018-10-04
-
-
-
-
-
1
4
2018-11-17
-
-
-
-
1
-
2
2018-11-29
-
-
-
-
1
-
2
2019-11-27
-
-
-
-
1
-
2
2019-12-22
-
-
-
-
1
-
2