Lemmy used to be a big time rock 'n' roll star, as he was the lead singer and bass player in the band "Motorbreath". The band enjoyed great success among the fans (and the groupies) during the early 80's, but then experienced a slow but steady decline in popularity.
By the mid-eighties, the two other guys in the band started talking about changing the style of the band to gain more popularity. When they told Lemmy that they wanted to change the band to a synth-pop-indie band with a style that sported pink leather suits and shoulderlong curly hair, they made the mistake of their lives. Lemmy promptly handed out a welldeserved beating for coming up with "that kind of a disturbed idea" and left on his bike without looking back.
After that, the first people he found that shared his view of the world was the Aarhus Motherfuckers and he fits in the gang like an ass to a seat...

Udo used to be the leader of the notorius gang of bikers called "The Leipzig Leatherboys". In the summer of '77 the guys in the gang took a trip to Aarhus and met the AaMF-guys outside the well known bar "Annelises" in Nørregade. In ensuing barfight all the Leatherboys except Udo got smashed to a pulp and Mr. President was so impressed by Udo's fightning skills that he asked if he wanted to join. Udo, now without a gang and always on the search for new opportunities, accepted on the spot!

Big Mother grew up in the Paris metro, using his enourmous strength to give favours to pickpockets and other subteranean dwelles in the metro.
His quiet and peaceful life was interrupted by increased police surveillance and a new mayor who wanted to clean out the metro. In a spectacular incident, Big Mother injured 5 policemen who tried to arrest him, and escaped through the secret tunnels and catacombs below Paris.
His escape took him to Århus, where his furious temper and enormous strength was a welcome bonus to the Aarhus Motherfuckers.

Dee Dee used to hang out on the corner of 53rd & 3rd in New York City, "turning tricks", as it was called, to support his heroin habit. One day an unidentified senior member of Aarhus Motherfuckers came by and instantly took a liking to the pretty, young and healthy boy. He took him on the back (of his bike, that is) and he is now a true MF'er.

Lasse used to work as a chef on the ferry sailing from Esbjerg to Harwich. Being glad of food and beer, he really liked his job, untill some high school students on a studytrip dared to insult his bouillabaise. Lasse promptly threw a couple of them overboard, and thus his career was terminated. He then found out that in Aarhus Motherfuckers they like his food.

The Mackerels nickname come from his time in the danish navy seals. He has done tours to both Iraq and Afghanistan, and he likes to entertain the others by telling stories about chasing the Taliban in caves and shooting cows from helicopters and so forth.
The Mackerel claims that he is as sane as ever - guess that's relative - but the others have noticed that he has some strange behaviour. Amongst other things, he has a tendency to unwittingly reach for his rifle whenever he sees a cow and his face tics when words like "cave", "mg" and "buttplug" is mentioned.

Johnny Biafra is a skinny, but also tough guy, hence his nickname.

Johnny has been living in Pattaya, Thailand, for many years, running a gogo-bar, and minding his own business, untill one day when the police suddenly cracked down on him.

He was charged with paedophilia, but he said that "his bar was just a place where older men could meet boys with a desire to learn the secrets of love from someone with experience", and after being paid an unknown sum of money, the police agreed to let the business continue.

Gert Danzig used to run a nice little club down at the Reeperbahn in St. Pauli, Hamburg. In there he offered the best romanian prostitutes money could buy, to the enjoyment of the gay and jolly young lads that would come by.
His blossoming business was then unfortunately closed by russian mobsters that tried to take over his lucrative industry. A true man of entrepeneurship, Gert then called his friends in Aarhus Motherfuckers, so that they could help him "take care of business". AaMF came and did just that, the mobsters now rest somewhere at the bottom of the Elbe.
But the services of AaMF always comes at a price, and now, with the new Blood Bowl team, is the time for payback. Gert's skill with the ladies is legendary and was thought to be an asset on the team. A small, heavy-set man, he is also a worthy player..