Spittle Bloodypaw was originally part of a Chaos warband roaming the wastelands for countless years until one day when her group happened upon a deflated football. Eyeing the ball with much suspicion and fearing it to be another of Tzeentch's tricks, Spittle kicked the already down-troddened ball far off into the waste. Much to her and her companion's surprise, the ball hurtled through the air and continued for what seemed an eternity before disappearing in the horizon. It was then that Spittle realised she was gifted, not in the sense the Chaos gods intended, but she was a natural when it came to balls. She later signed up for the little league back home and was quickly promoted to veteran status. Spittle Bloodypaw now plays for Man o'War and hopes to kick her way to the Chaos Cup.

As the team's primary defensive player, Mischa has done terrible things. For one, he tends to look the other way rather than block an overly large opponent, or in fact, anything that looks slightly menacing. He is also rather meticulous, often spending an inordinate amount of time to make sure his armour is impeccably clean, or to place himself in the perfect position for the best view of the pitch. This could mean neglecting to lend assists to team-mates, or worse, allow the opposing team a free pass! Such are his actions that Mischa has been christened the Despicable.

12 August 2008
Picked up a niggling injury playing against Crimson Massacre.

Sifas was christened the Undying because of his uncanny ability to return from the dead. Many of his fellow teammates reckoned this to be a sign that the Chaos gods are looking over Sifas and have chosen him as their true champion. In truth, Sifas fakes his death by pretending to suffer mortal wounds only to recover miraculously once his opponents have moved on to some other poor sod. Present to witness this divine intervention is none other than his best mate Ivan. In the team changing room, Ivan can often be heard talking boisterously about his friend’s sojourn to the ‘other side’ which further adds to the near mythical figure of Sifas the Undying.

Ivan the Impregnable has survived many headlong charges from the biggest big guys and still lives to tell the tale. Once, he even managed to emerge unscathed when a dwarf lobbed a grenade his way. His adversaries thinks he has been bestowed the fabled Chaos Armour and thus, is able to shrug off even the mightiest of blows. This is of course just loony talk. Before every game, Ivan, with the help of his buddy Sifas, stuffs his suit of armour with padding so thick he needs to put on armour twice his size. The extra material lends him a girth so wide he appears as one of the bloated devotees of Nurgle. Because of this, opponents tend to steer clear of Ivan not because of their dread of coming up against a brick wall but rather, out of fear of contracting some deadly disease.