Truely, truely insane, Grak earned his nickname from his obsessive and dangerous hobby, where he pits himself against the most agressive and wily of bovines in an effort to prove himself...

He has yet to beat a single cow in a game of Poker, however, and his debts to the Milk Mafia now run to several thousand pints...

Most recently has taken to chewing grass 24-7, as he claims this must be the source from where his bovine nemesis' derive their awesome intellects...

Veteran blitzer and self-confessed ladies man, Grashnak is in constant demand on the Cabal 5 circuit as an agony aunt...his many commitments on and off the field have not prevented him from finding time to pen several sexual self-help books...most notably to date "Mean, Green Loving Machine", "Lean, Mean, Green Loving Machine" and "learning to Love Your Inner Dwarf."

Orc's don't come much larger than Gorkan... though don't let his size and slowness fool you...he has one of the shrewdist tactical minds of any greenskin ever to grace the Bloodbowl field...

OK, that ain't saying a lot, but Gorkan has an uncanny knack for being, as he puts it, "in da right face at da right time..."

Eloquent and thoughtful by Orcish standards, he's already done several slots for Cabal 5 as guest commentator as well as appearing on numerous talk shows...

Brutal even by the standards of Orcs, Morg has more than earned his name. He takes immense pride in his fatality per game average, and will grab an opposing fan to keep the numbers crunching if he doesn't get his way on the pitch...

Has mastered two words..."Morg" and "Mama"...just don't ask!