All werewolves have many things in common; one being that they were not always werewolves. Ipstitch is, of course, no different. He used to be a very meager human -- a lamplighter for the city, to be exact. Every night, as the sun would set, Ipstitch would walk with his torch and light the oil lamps that dotted the streets. The job led him into very dark corners of town where very dark things crept. On one particularly unfortunate evening, while making his rounds next to the stadium, Ipstitch crossed paths with Therewolf the werewolf, who was on the hunt for fresh meat (or Viking meatballs, whichever he came across first). A short struggle ensued, leaving Ipstitch with a bite on the shoulder and Therewolf with smoldering fir -- a solid hit to the head from Ipstitch's torch. Frantic to douse the smoke from his skin, Therewolf scampered away to find water (or Viking meatballs, whichever he came across first) and made plans to return as soon as possible to finish the kill. A wounded Ipstitch felt the curse of the werewolf taking over and retreated inside the stadium. The transformation was unusually quick, and by the time Therewolf returned, had already taken the form of a werewolf.

A very, very long conversation followed, but for the sake of keeping long stories short, I will summarize:
Therewolf: "You turned quick."
Ipstitch: "Yep."
Therewolf: "Any good at bloodbowl? I'm on a team, we need one more."
Ipstitch: "Yep."
Therewolf: "Let's go find some Viking meatballs."
Ipstitch: "Yep."

And so began Ipstitch's bloodbowl career.