Hoss is a rather greedy excuse of a once powerful warrior who was suckered into gambling his units funds away. Well, when his CO found out he was executed but in the tradition of his family he was buried according to the 'old' ways. Pfff...old ways indeed those nouveau riche hacks.Entombing a failure in a pretty box does little to improve the fact he was a failure. After a diamond ring, gold, a bently sarcophagus, and some female attendants, he signed and plays for me now.
Are my words too harsh? Well, i told him for all the victories and mayhem he creates on the pitch i would give him more of this 'bling' he so madly wants.

Hullabee is rather well mannered and was a gentrified scholar who took up arms in some long forgotten battle. Supposedly he was quite the comander on the field. My sources say he once burned a whole village to the ground, women and children too, cause his war tired men couldnt tend the prisoners during their campaign. I like that thinking.
Now he is not the average soul. He wanted strange and arcane texts in exchange for play. I had to contact some old friends to aquire them but he is happy and after matches we talk about 'business'. He may indeed become a liche or necromancer if he survives the pitch. He is also quite the chess player as well.

Pariah of the Greenbog Pacters (niggled), for that he gets a gold ring.

Duke was in the service of some rather nasty pit demons. I dont know the details of his service but i hear of some dealings with trans-dimensional-shapeless hounds. He expressed the urge to play ball as a much needed vacation so he volunteered. Saves me money and he seems to be quite capable in the areas of defence and violence.

I witnessed Shivs wrap what appeared to be a human baby in a bundle of cloth and leave it to be as if abandoned on a roadside near some tourist highway. When some stray tourist went to investigate they were then 'shived' in the back, hence the name.

Ronnie had a problem during his living years with battery and substance abuse. He would smoke the weird fungus of the orcs and batter his family. After he killed his son and wife he took his own life. Well, now he plays for me, in exchange, for more fungus.

Ah, Dirty Frank. Some less than competant business manager in life, he enfuriated his workers through lack of payment and 'cruel' working conditions. His workers one day revolted and sought retribution. He begged and whined for forgiveness but in the end he couldnt convince the mob so they beat him to death with an office chair, a potted plant, and something called a 'furby'.
They left his carcass for the night cleaning crew which disposed of him by wrapping him in an old office rug and tossing him in a dumpster.
He signed with me for the faint hope of revenge on the people who killed him but im afraid his math skills arent up to the task. The workers who killed him all died hundreds of years ago.

Steph, or perhaps 'Staph', contracted Hep C from her lout of a husband and died from it. Too bad she was quite the looker. But as a corpse she brings a cool level-headedness to the line where the other corpses but want to eat brains. She has a bright future with the team as long as she stays away from the man-drama.

Tobias has this uncontrollable urge for this thing called a 'Freudian slip'. I dont understand but he likes to roll around on the ground with other men, so he signed up for what i call 'rolling around with other men in a rather forceful manner'. So far he is pleased.

I found her in some South Cathayan burial pit in a room numbered '27'.
She doesnt say much and i dont ask much. All she wants is to hurt people.

Lucky is very lucky when it comes to finding the tastiest victims. And he is quite lucky at Bingo as well.

One would think two whole bodies would satisfy this skinny ghoul. No, Hungry has gorged himself on five corpses on one occasion. What a feast!