Hallowoak was forced to leave his home forest as the other treemen were getting sick to thier roots of his endless chattering. He had a tendency to speak every ten years or so which forced him into exile.

Now he happily chats with the Picknickers he doesn't kill while tossing them down field.

Steelroot is nothing short of stark, raving mad. His team mates think it may have something to do with a minotaur urinating near his roots when he was just a sapling. If he bothers to chuck a fling he has a tendency to throw them a little <b>too</b> hard, hoping to break some more bones.

Aiden Alemaker is thricely blessed by nuffle, as he is one of the few flings <b>ever</b> to actually inflict a casualty on the opposition. As a result of this he has a tendency not to do much else, because he believes that he has achieved everything a fling can can achieve on the Blood Bowl pitch.

Now he just want to go home...If he could just sneak past his numbskull coach,

Benjamin Beekeeper is the only halfling who has survived all the Picknickers games....so far. He is quite sure that his number is coming up really soon. As a result he is more jittery than a cow in a tannery. His constant fear of being ground into a pulp has made him a quick little bugger though.

Christopher had getting out of the way perfected into an artform. When he tried to slip past the spiky armour of a Chaos Warrior with a bad hair day. Subsequently his only words have been "Mommy! I wan't my mommy!"

Desmond knew that he'd taken a wrong turn when he entered the Picknicker's locker room. He'd been on his way back from emptying his bladder to make room for another Bloodweiser when he was conscripted into the ranks. Since then he's quit the wine and started whining.

After Eric Eggmuncher inflicted a casuality he's been peeing his pants constantly. He's terrified that the big nasty Nuffle-monster all his team mates are whispering about will come get him....It probably will.

Francis has been with the team for a long time. Much longer than he's cared to. He's constantly trying to slip away from the bench, but for some reason a Norse wench has taken a liking to him. The result being that everytime he tries to run away she catches him and chucks him back in the dugout.

Geoffery hates Blood Bowl - just like all other selfrespecting Halflings do. However the representatives from Spike! Magazine love the little rascal. As a result he's received three MVP's which seem to have boosted his ego to exorbant proportions.

Henry is completely deaf. Due to this handicap he suddenly found himself sitting on the back of a wagon being driven to the nearest Blood Bowl stadium. He thought the nice man had asked him if he liked cheese and he nodded. Nuffle will be cruel to him.

Ishmael suffers from delusions of grandeur. Thus he is the only player on the team who has not been tricked into signing a contract. Unfortunately for the rest of the team he's useless at doing anything right.

Jonathan Jameater is ashamed to admit that he's actually beginning to like playing on the Blood Bowl field. He's one of the few fings who does not land head first when thrown by Hallowoak and he's actually figured out how to pick up the ball. What's more he does seem to trip less often these days. Nuffle will surely take care of him soon....yes he will.

Kurt is not a happy fling. In fact he's downright grumpy. Some players on the team believe that his mother was actually a dwarf. If it wasn't for the fact that he irons his uniform and shines his boots even after practice games, this couild probably be the case.

Larry lost a bet to a Chaos Dwarf who sold him as a slave as a favour to the coach who was in desparate need of new flesh...err....players. He's very shy and doesn't like salty fish.

Karsten, like all other flings, prefers spending his Blood Bowl games on the bench. In fact he spends them under the bench, or empty water barrels or anywhere he thinks the coach won't look for him. He's gotten embarrasingly good at it too and as a result has avoided the pitch for quite a while.

Otto Oxtender was minding his Oxen when his herd was incited to stampede by a rabid Minotaur. He was dragged along all the way to Bogenhafen Stadium where he was tossed into the Picknicker's dugout.