A wizards apprentice, he now turns his hand to the pursuit of enchanting the gloves of his team mates...which sometimes turns out worse than before.

Yeah he kinda hordes the winnings...

A new edition and a regular pub goer.

A flashy catcher ready to jump into the fires of combat if needed.

The poet and bard of the twins, he rouses the crowd with his chants.

Son of a dwarf and a human, Gotrun is the pinnacle of small-angry-people.

A swordsman from Tilea, Blain is one for the ladies. He spends more time on the side lines wooing cheerleaders than he does watching balls and players pile ontop of each other.

A half-elf, who has shunned his elven heritage, he has a keen eye and a sharp whit. Not afriad to stomp the hell out of anyone who mocks his ears.

Once a butler in the court of the Elector Count, and then a Bretonnian baron, he is the ideal man to handle a ball, be it of the formal kind, or leathery.

Kliner is the most recent edition to the teams hard-as-nails front line. With a fist packed like Altdork Gunpowder in a dwarf's britches he isnt afraid to give an extraordinary amount of clout to a fight.

Smasher is a Bloodbowl veteran...although he doesnt remember most of it since a knock on the head wiped his memory clean. The old man now has to try his best just to find his way out of the tunnel.

Point and tackle player...

A mysterious man who arrived by chance wrapped in blankets aboard the back of a rickey old horse and cart, a strange tattoo upon his chest which bares a striking resemblance to the comet of Sigmar...which was one of the reasons Brennon immediatly drafted him with the job of standing infront of the Grimgor-Ironhide sized Black Orc's of the Crushers.

Blake is now the right hand man of 'Smasher' supporting him when and where he is needed, his knowledge of the field of play getting better and better everyday.

A Lustrian lost man, marooned on an island when he was sailing and eventually making his way home covered in tattoos on the back of two sea turtles...he never speaks of it.

Hailing from the Lustrian contingent of the Empire army, Lord Flasheart is a dashing and stubborn mule of a man. Seducing women, men, anything he can get his hands on. This leads to him being on the sidelines a lot...and on more than one occasion, pushed into them. But, the ladies love him none the less.