The Lucky One.

Petri was injured on his last crusade against humanity, and he was left on the battlefield bloody and stunned. When he came back to his senses, there were no living beasts anywhere near him - his master had prevailed but moved on. Desperately he crawled and hobbled towards the black cloud of smoke in the horizon but his legs betrayed him.

He regained conciousness in the Order of the Munck. The monks had showed tremendous confidence in letting him live and being dependent of them for a moment, Petri decided to give them a chance.

The monks were revealed to be great tutors of Munck and avid Bloodbowl fans to boot! They excelled in the art of passing the ball with their eyes shut, catching a ball thrown in the air with no aim and knocking down a tree they played against every now and then. They had noted the potential of a chaotic being in BB and hoped to train a mutation or two to aid him in handling the ball - but never succeeded.

Finally Petri had learned himself everything that he needed to touchdown after touchdown against the monks, his Munck matched theirs. He got bored in the chapel but he couldn't go back to his killing days after all he had been through. He wanted to gather a team of his own and become a professional player!

Petri's Lieutenant, always ready to take over if Petri should miss a game... and why not even on pitch?

After turning to the ways of Chaos, Mikael tried to be like a normal Chaos Warrior for a time. It didn't work out very well though and he was more than pleased to join Pure Chaos to slay some ball.

Lokitar is not even a former angel, I can tell you that.

The mischevious maggot joined Petri and his team for pleasure, not for the Art of Bloodbowl.