Young Vincent Mayhew was born in Drakenfort. A mischievious boy he was in the habit to pilfering food and cutting purses. Up until the watch finally caught the petty thief. Given the choice hang or sign up in Lord Enver's he choice the latter. A foolish move he later discovered. As he was chosen to stand at the front of the line before the biggest and hardest of the opposing teams players. Aged 12 he was the youngest player ever to join the team.

His bloodbowl career was uninspiring. He survived five matches but failed to do anything of worth. Until the lad perished by the mighty arm of a troll, two black orcs and a goblin with very sharp boots.

Mayhew you will be forgotten. Quickly.