Jackson is officially leader of the team. This doesn't really count for much in the other players eyes, but Jackson takes it very seriously indeed. He regards it as his solemn duty to look after the team and protect each and every member.
"Ah gave up one eye for mah gal," He says, "an' I'd give up tha other for mah boys here, no doubt."

When Tim joined he was very much under the spell of Fred Johnasen, he wanted to play ball, the way he heard them pointy-ears did it.
Things have gone downhill since then. He can no longer repress his natural urge for violence, and engages in brawls other team members would run from.
Sometimes he's like his old self though, no-one can ever tell whether Tim would display finesse or brute force when he enters the game.

Chad looked so big and tough when he signed up, everyone was impressed. Sadly this drew attention from the opposition as well, Chad got knocked around quite a bit.
He is most often found sitting in the dugout, claiming that he's still unconscious.

Steel Burkinson joined swearing he'd hunt down and kill every last varmit that bothered the team. So far he's not much on the killing, but proving rather adept at the hunting.
"Ah like to run thum down, see tha fear in theys eyes..." He answered, when last asked about his prelidiction for following opposing receivers.

Rock Caperelli was well named by his parents. While other players may love the offense, running across the field, smashing their opponents back, step after step, Rock enjoys playing the defence, he's a solid fellow, built like a brick wall.
"I ain't movin', and there ain't nothin' movin' past me." Is the apt way he describes his personal playstyle.

Jon likes balls. He likes them a lot. No-one really knows why, nor do they really want to know. As long as he's chasing the pigskin around he's not bothering anyone else.
As an added bonus, sometimes, when he's in a sharing mood, Jon helps the 'Unters get one of them there touchdown things. Which is nice.

Fred is something of an oddity. He's a player who dreams of becoming a coach.
"Naw, naw," He can be heard shouting, "That more'n enough face smashin', get tha ball, tha BALL!"
The rest of the team enjoys a good brawl far too much though, so currently he is forced to lead by example.

Frank signed up under no illusions. He wanted to hunt things. Green things. He is increasingly disapointed at the number of greenskins he has been able to lay his hands on.
As of yet no-one has mentioned that at least according to official records, his whole team is made of greenskins.