Since young beardling Orvo had felt like there was a little greenskin living inside his dwarven head. He always liked to pull pranks on his co-workers in the iron mines of Karak Hirn. Beacause of excessive pranking Orvo finally got himself fired and thrown out of the stronghold of Karak Hirn on his 64th birthday. He spent the following year wandering around the Black Mountains and finally end up working several years as a ferryman of River Treblecz. While working there he heard a rumour that the rising goblin blood bowl team was in need of a skilful head couch. Even though Orvo had neither earlier experience in coaching nor in blood bowl, that was the moment the goblin inside him took the lead and since he turned 68 he has led the mighty team Nasty Fists.

But the origin of his sobriquet 'the Motorhawk' remains unknown...

Olof's backround is quite unclear and all that is really known is that he joined the team before the 27th game of Nasty Fists. You should consider yourself lucky if he only growls something mean-sounding in Khazalid (=dwarven language) to you if you ask him about his past life in dwarven society and why on earth he is working as apothecary in the goblin blood bowl team. Unlike Orvo (and as excepted), Olof feels deep and strong hatred towards "grobi" (for those of you that are not longbeards; that's goblin in Khazalid). As you propably very well understand, curing the wounds and bonefractures of goblins (and especially) trolls is truly demotivating career for a proud dwarf and it may even be seen in his eyes when he operates the team members.

Sometimes the scalpel perhaps slips on purpose...