The Red Viper is perhaps the meanest chaos dwarf on the team. Ever since the team started, he has been known to take a strange delight in the suffering of others. Although this is true for all other members of this team, The Red Viper also seems to take pleasure when it is his own teammates at the recieving end of the pain. The Red Viper has been known to poison the knuckles on his fighting gloves. The coach, however, put a quick end to that after a hobgoblin replacement died an excruciating, noisy and quick death during a practice session after taking a low blow from Viper, right before the team's first match. That episode also earned him his team name.

The Red Viper still retains an impressive collection of poisons and venoms, but restricts himself to using them when the team goes drinking after a game. For Viper, it's a boring night out unless some unfortunate bystander gets a lick of his "spiked" knuckles. This exotic habit has more than once resulted in mobfights, which The Red Viper and the rest of the team sees as good practice, and alot of fun for all involved.

Resently, The Red Viper is hunting his first casualty on the pitch on game night, and finds himself at a disadvantage, since he is used to using his poisons when dealing with opposition. Everyone on the team however, agrees that it is only a matter of time before this seasoned killer and sadist finds a way to maim his foes that lies wihtin the Blood Bowl rules.

And finally it happened! In his 10th game, The Viper got his first skill. And he even got it scoring a touchdown! Viper ain't too happy about how he earned his skill, but perhaps this is the nudge he needs to get his game on.
As he says himself about the manner of the earning of his skill:

"I usually leave the runnin' and ballfondling to those pathetic hobs, but there ain't no one who's gonna say that The Viper can't play all aspects of the game!"

In the game against the orcs from Carnials Crusaders, the Red Viper finally landed a crushing blow to his opponent. The unfortunate lineorc got his hip smashed by The Viper, which ended the orc's career in Blood Bowl forever. Due to this serious injury, the lineorc was subsequently retired by his coach. The game ended in a tie, but the team went celebrating anyway, to mark the game where The Viper stepped out of the shadow and into the light.

It is clear that his first casualty on the field was a major boost to The Red Viper's morale. 2 matches later, he seriously injured a dark elf lineman by crushing his back in the very first round, putting an end to the lineman's participation for the rest of the match.

In a later match against an team of undeads, The Red Viper got his hands on a skeleton. This resulted in a fractured skull, again ending the player's participation for the rest of the match.

It would seem, that when The Viper lands his telling blows, something in the opponent always breaks, be it the skull, the hip, or some other part. As The Red Viper himself says, concerning the nature of his casualties:

"I am not a sadist. Nor am I evil. But I do think that the best way to get the respect of the other players, is not to kill your opponent, or simply knock him out for the rest of the game. It has to hurt... For a long, long time. Also, I enjoy the sound of bones breaking and joints popping!"



Some comments about The Red Viper from his teammates:

"Babyface" Bronn (Deceased): "Scary.... Just plain scary"

Addar The Brute: "The lad can dish out pain on a biblical scale, I tell ye true. Around him, I am always a good lad"

Vargo Blacktooth: "I tasted one of his poisons once. Just a single drop on the tongue. First, me vision became distorted. Then the burning began. After I was done screaming, everything from me nose to me collarbone was paralyzed. I had to eat watered down porridge through a straw for 14 bloody days before I regained enough control of me jawmuscles to eat solid food"

Khar (Retired): "I think he likes me"

Hodor: "Hodor, Hodor, Hodor!"

Zimbura: "A pure sadist. There is something truly horrifying about a person who sees the infliction of pain as not only the means, but as an end in itself"

Shaggo Pinkbeard: "The Viper will always be a good friend of mine. For several reasons. Firstly because I value me life"

H'Bahala (Deceased): "I was there when he killed that hobgoblin replacement at practice. There are many ways to die in this world, and I would rather have all my flesh licked off my bones by a drunk skink than die like that hobgoblin"

Shaggo is as chaos dwarves are most. Foulmouthed, filthy, cruel, violent (bordering on extremely sadistic) and just plain insane. As most other chaos dwarves, he enjoys his ale and his spirits, which, in a cruel twist of fate (for all parties involved) led him to earn the not-so-flattering callname Pinkbeard.

And the story of the pink beard goes as follows:

One night, after an evening of especially excessive drinking, Shaggo found it prudent to take a small nap on the sidewalk before going home. In the small hours of morning, two urchins found him lying there, and urchins being urchins, thought that they would play a little prank on the drunk and passed out dwarf. They scurried down to the nearest dyeshop and bought a jar of the brightest pink dye they could find, and proceeded to rub the dye into Shaggo's beard. After the beard was dyed, the two urchins took up position a few yards away, so they could get a really good look at the dawrf's face when he awoke.

And they got a good look, all right. And they got more than that. Exactly what followed after Shaggo woke is mostly unknown, since Shaggo is the only one still alive of those involved, so we will go by his version. Shaggo discovered the pink horror that was his beard as soon as he popped open his eyes, and went into an instant state of what can only be described as a foulsmelling whirlwind of diabolic curses, froth, blood lust and unquenchable rage.
Wether or not Shaggo knew that the two urchins were responsible for the humiliation of his person is also unknown, but Shaggo agrees that it didn't matter. He would have killed them for nothing more than looking at his beard.

Chaos dwarves do not take humiliation lightly, and Shaggo is not exception. After a thorough dwarfstyle beating (which the urchins didn't quite survive), Shaggo proceeded by ripping the lower arm off one of the boys and eating half of it, just for spite.

At this point, Shaggo had his revenge for his wounded pride. He did, however, still have a VERY pink beard. Shaggo quickly dismissed the idea of shaving the beard off. Who ever heard about a respectable dwarf without a beard?! Washing it out was of course out of the question. That's just not the chaos dwarf style.
Shaggo tried to buy some black dye, but the owner of the shop was not exactly a friend of Shaggo (which might have something to do with the fact that Shaggo and some of his teammates "persuaded" the dyeshop owner's son to drink 3 pints of blue dye a few days prior), so he would not even let Shaggo into the shop.

So Shaggo was left with one option. Let the beard grow longer, and cut off the pink part when the beard was long enough. That took a considerable amount of time though, and the fact that Shaggo now had a pink beard didn't go unnoticed by his teammates. And thus he came to be known as Shaggo Pinkbeard. Shaggo himself was most displeased by the name, and did his best to find new names for himself. He tried everything. At one point he even boiled and mashed a fetus and ate it, in the hope that he would be known as Shaggo, eater of fetusporridge... but to no avail. In an act of stubborness and defiance, Shaggo now only refers to himself as Shaggo, Eater of Fetusporridge

So Shaggo Pinkbeard retains his callname, atleast amoung everyone but himself, as much to his dismay as it might be. But if there is one thing this story has taught Shaggo, it is this: Kill all urchins before falling asleep!


Comments on Shaggo from his teammates:

Addar The Brute: "So far, he do be one of the team's top blockers. But I tell ye true, that won't last long, once I get me knuckles up to speed! Apart from that, bloody good lad....Shame about the beard though.... Bwahahahaha!!!"

H'Bahala (Deceased): "Saw him eat a fetus once. Nasty business. He seemed to like it though, which I guess you gotta respect. I might be one of the few on this team who never commented on his beard. Not because I am nice person, but because he would gut my scrawny hide in a heartbeat if I did"

Hodor: "HoooOOoOoodoOOOooor!!!"

Khar (Retired): "Shaggo is a very good player, and a worthy addition to our team. The coach made a very wise choice when he hired him"

Vargo is the team's happy guy (if such a term can be applied to a chaos dwarf). Always laughing at others misfortune and stroking his own wookie at every opportunity, he lifts the spirit of his fellow players. Most players on the team like him, though the hobgobbers doesn't seem to get along with him, probably because he has singled them out as being the punchline of many of his jokes and pranks. None of the hobgoblins are about to do anything about it, though. Firstly, he is the team's top blocker so far, which makes him somewhat dangerous to get too unfriendly with. Secondly, all players on the team like him except the hobgoblins, so should push come to shove, the hobgobbers will quickly find themselves in a world of pain.

Many are convinced that Vargo's perpetual euphoric good mood derives from the strange dark purple leaves which he chews at all times. These same leaves has tainted his teeth inky black, which gave him his teamname Blacktooth. The chewing of these strange leaves has also left Vargo with strong jawmuscles, which he applies to his opponents (and hobgobbers) whenever possible, be it practice or gamenight. Most of the team's hobgoblins have several bitemarks from Vargo, and Trett even found himself missing a finger at a practice session after he ran into Vargo. The finger was never found, but everyone is fairly certain that Vargo swallowed it after he chewed it off. He was never picky concerning food.

No one doubts that the leaves Vargo chew contain some sort of narcotic substance. It is also widely believed that the leaves might contain other substances, which may have a less desired effect, especially on a sane mind. It was Randolph McMayday, the team's apothecary, who first became aware of the direction Vargo's mind and behavior were taking, and decided to collect a sample of the leaves for study. The conclusions he reached concerning the leaves' contents of harmful substances were somewhat unnerving, and McMayday has only shared them with the coach.

It seems that the leaves originates from a bush called Vile Moon. The leaves contain 2 different narcotic substances which causes euphoria. These substances are highly addictive, but not dangerous in themselves. The leaves, however, also contain 6 other substances which, over time, causes multiple mental illnesses, including paranoia, megalomania, antisocial disorder, psychosis and strong delusions of grandeur.

The coach has taken the information that McMayday had into account, but has decided not to take action. Seeing as chaos dwarves are prone to insanity anyway, the coach did not see a pressing need to adress the matter asap. Of course, should Vargo spin out of control, he will have to be put down. But until then, his mental condition might even be an advantage on the Blood Bowl field.

Vargo doesn't seem to care much about his mental health, though. He carries on with his life, chewing away at his leaves and having a merry time at the expense of the team's hobgoblins.


Comments on Vargo from his teammates:

Jombee: "I have no doubt that he is utterly insane but as long as he remembers which team he is playing for, I don't really give a skaven's arse. And watching him play his pranks on the hobgoblins is good entertainment"

Addar the Brute: "The lad has a bad case of cabin fever, I tell ye true. A few sticks short of a bundle, that one. Don't tell him I said that, though"

Trett (Deceased): "I miss my finger...."