As the team captain, Rasscur mostly commands his troops around and charges for the final blitz. He has had mixed success.
So far......

Gnaw, the man very much in form. Like the training freak he is, he has turned in to one hell of a catcher-hunter. Chasing fast, agile players across the field, leaving them no pardon.

In the shadow of the shining stars, Gnaw and Whip, Lasher lives a quiet life. Most people doesn´t even notice him being around. He made this his strong side and stalks people around without them knowing it. Creepy!

Whip is the first runner of the team, he likes applepie, a warm cup of tea and scones. He wants to finish his career as a leap-trainer and his wife looks very much forward to this.

As ugly as they get. Kloss ate too much warp stone and got twisted beyond belief. So horrific his own teammates would have shunned him, hadn´t they been rats.

The icy calm of the teams finest ballhandler is second to ...well, maybe alot of people. But still proud, he delivers accurate passes more often than not.

Trying to fill up the place of the late Munc, didn´t seem like much of a challenge. But match after match has passed. Everybody is still waiting to see the starquality shine through. Still no sign of it.

Sscratch was born in the gutter, a misunderstood bigboned boy. He was discovered during a riot in the suburbs of Skavenblight, he tore a guard into pieces defending his mother. He joined the junior bloodbowl team, the Ragtag Missiles, but was soon transferred to the adult section. On practices he usually stands in a corner punching big treelogs and screaming out his bottled rage. The poor sod did not have a good childhood.