Manfred was a knight once, defending the land against the evil hordes of chaos. Nobody knew why he returned, but he was given the chance to keep his honour on the pitch instead of doing nasty things. Not so easy after becoming a slowly stumbling giant wrapped in rotten cloth with no more to say than 'KILL! KILL! KIIILLLLL!' and smelling like skavencavern...

The High Lady of Castle Reikguard disappeared ten years ago. No one ever knew what happened to her, why she left the castle in that cold winter night but some years later her slain body was found in the depths of the drakenwald forest. Wrapped in cloth and leather. Walking around and extinguishing life.
After eating her once beloved dog she was brought to the tomb, where all the other players where 'hired' for the bloodbowl game, and she was incredibly good at that. After several convincing kills and eaten up footballs she knew what to do and was transferred to the tomb-team. The High Lord still feels uncomfortable to the situation but seems to be happy somehow to see his wife again, even though in that interesting condition.

It is said that 'Toastie' has been risen far too often, at least a thirty times. That is not good for fast rottening flesh and not good for the crippeling mind.
No one knows his real name anymore, just his nickname adequate to his function on the pitch... giving his body for really nasty situations in the heat of the battle. There is no ugly tackle and dirty foul without him in the middle!