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Once a great connoisseur of fine bilge wines, Mikey's career ended spectacularly, like many, in the great Blegger taste-off. No one could decide what colour of brown was the best and the argument degraded into murdering the other party with corkscrews. Mikey's eyes were uncorked and enjoyed with a well rounded Pinot Sludge Dejour and he was forced out of the society due to colour blindness and that his bandages soiled everything. His nose however is one of the most refined in the world and makes an ample replacement for his eyes. He now hates everything of high society and developed his speed running from the law after crashing numerous social events. His nose can smell refinement for miles and the presence of elves and fine wines send him into frothing rages for hours. Now he seeks the pinnacle of low cultural achievement, Bloodbowl!