Adopted by Nightbird.

Adopted by pythrr.

J-dog the Ball Slurper is a product of today's demon society. Beaten as a impling by his spawners, and abused by the demon dogs and cats of the neighbourhood, J-dog made his way the only way he knew how, by slurping balls for the bigger demons and thus earning favours. Eventually he picked up - along with various horrific demonic diseases, a propensity for violence. He had become 'malinged!" (nb: ball-slurping is the age old demon art of cleaning the ball after bloodbowl).

Adopted by Badoek.

Lorbata was well on her way to become one of the most fearsome demons of her time. She terrorized many mortals and had kings groveling at her feet and thanking her for devouring their newborns in exchange for some petty power. Her peers were doing everything they could to stop her growing more powerful and influential but to no avail. And then one day it happened. She was about to shred a sacrificial maiden to pieces and was holding her by her throat up in the air. Lorbata's Dagger of Desecration was fuming with evil and the maiden had fainted in fear. That's when Lorbata's hand wouldn't move. Slowly her grip on the maiden's throat and the Dagger of Desecration loosened and both the poor thing and the weapon crashed to the ground, breaking the girl's legs in the process. Lorbata didn't notice though. What just happened? she thought. She turned around and walked towards the lord who was wetting himself in anticipation of what was about to come. Lorbata stormed forwards ready to murder the man and eat his remains in front of the entire town. But she didn't. She stopped inches from the man and her eyes started to twitch. "No... no... NO! NOOOOO!!!" Lorbata cried out. Her green-slimed wings started to melt and as she tried to teleport back to her homeplane she knew it was too late. Her god had abandoned her. The air shimmered around her but then with a "pop" her magical abilities were stripped away from her. Tears streamed from her eyes. Some minor demons appeared in the town square and as they realized that it's true that the mighty and cruel Lobata Gutripper has lost her powers they started to laugh and mock her. None dared to actually attack her and with her head low in disgrace Lorbata fled the lands.

Lorbata traveled for weeks upon weeks before she met Woodpusher. She was wary of his offer but after meeting some other members of his Home of Abandoned Demons she gave in. Playing a game seemed silly but at least it's a bloody game. She'd either find a way to gain her powers back or she'd have something to do before the end of days.

Adopted by JimmyFantastic

The most handsome daemon that ever lived(?)! Khorne banished him from the Realm of Chaos because he was simply irresistible to the Daemonettes. Trapped in the mortal realm, Aesthetic Daemon finds himself killing from match to match, putting things dead that once were alive and hoping each time, that his next cas will be the cas home.

Adopted by the_Sage.

Once, aeons ago, Ch'Thul was a lesser demon of Tzeentch. His mission was to gather the souls of elvenkind, and imprison them for his master. One fateful night, Tzeentch realized Ch'Thul had been holding back on him, by keeping the best elven souls for himself, he banished Ch'Thul to the mortal plane. Here, he would atone for his sins. Ch'Thul was bound by sorcery to harvest the blood bowl pitch for the souls of elves. His hope is to one day gather enough souls to please Tzeentch, and then be allowed to return to his master's good graces

Special: Whenever Ch'Thul kills an elf, he harvests his soul for Tzeentch. Once he has killed 25 elves, Tzeentch will accept him back into the fold (and Ch'Thul will retire from the team)

Note that star players don't die, so they don't count towards his quotum. Similarly, RIP apo nonRIP do not count (unless the opponent chooses the RIP result of course). Wood elf treemen are not elves, while chaos pact dark elves are. Blocks, fouls, and (hopefully many) failed dodges from his TZs do all factor in.

Elves Claimed: 0/25

Adopted by Overhamsteren.

Boneclaw Grimdark was rising rapidly in the ranks of daemons, torturing the helpless, slaying heroes, toying with his followers, anything expected of a dark lord of the underworld he did to get ahead. And he would have reached greatness had it not been for Countess Lilith Hantu Kopek ruler of Bloodfire Palace and the Se7en Districts and divine socialite in the highest demonic courts.

Ignoring all tales of the Countess' bloody dealings with insufferable admirers he pursued her affections head over heels. Being so young, beautiful and bold he did entertain her for a few hours and as a reward she decided to spare his life but making sure he would never bore her again she replaced his desire for her with that of an egg shaped leather thing.

And so the young lordling left his promising career, travelling to the mortal realm to chase the love of his life, ball as it was called in mortal tongue, for the rest of his existence.

RETCON: That naughty Countess also gave him a furry hide and a tendency to piss in his own beard.

Adopted by garyt1.

Slaarth was a hunter demon in a Slaanesh war band. Many of the fighters had no time for common tasks, in between fighting or engaging in depraved treatment of slaves and each other, so Slaarth was sent out to trap all manner of beasts which could later be roasted and eaten. Slaarth was blessed by Slaanesh with a sharp eye and an ability to bring down large prey with his bare hands so her acolytes could eat well. The demon was not satisfied with his role though and was given little credit by the pathetic members of the tribe. He grew tired of trekking for creatures to catch and one day butchered two of the Slaaneshi steeds kept close to the camp. That night the tribe enjoyed their finest meal for years and congratulated Slaarth on finding the sumptuous, nay dizzyingly, good meat. However the eyes of Slaanesh briefly rested on Slaarth and the carcasses. All those who had eaten of the sacred meat were wracked with pain in their stomachs and died in convulsions. Slaarth had not eaten any but was cursed and deformed into a humble beastman.
In shame Slaarth stumbled through the wastes until he came upon a Blood Bowl team and decided his new glories would be in hunting ball carriers on the Blood Bowl field.

Sponsored by WoodPusher.

Grong began his life as a man. He was a simple man, an accountant, not wanting to trouble anyone. Unfortunately, one day Grong offended an old woman. He didn't mean to, but offended she was. The old woman turned out to be a witch, and cursed him, turning him into a hairy and horned beast. Grong was run out of the village he resided in and forced to take refuge at Woodpusher's Home for Abandoned Demons. He was to scared to play Blood Bowl initially, but coach WoodPusher convinced him that he could play the position that avoided trouble the most.

Sponsored by Bullroarer4.

Harold was a homeless man, who smelled of moldy cheese. The home took him in, so he resolved to play Blood bowl to earn his keep. taking a liking to helping the team, he has no skill preferences, simply wishing to continue getting three squares a day

Adopted by Calthor

Yslith is a fallen star-demon. Once, his powers were enormous, and his breaths caused earthquakes, and his eyes caused lands to wither. However, due a curious Incident, he has found himself fallen through space, and onto a strange world, where he was taken into the Home for Abandoned Demons. He accepted gracefully, as now that he is so far removed from the star he is linked to, he feels like a weakling - as he is basically as strong as those around him.

Adopted by PaddyMick.

Goat Boy was raised in a small village in the north, but he was so ugly, his own parents banished him because they thought he was possessed by a demon (his evil flatulance did not help). He wandered into the woods and survived by foraging but he wasn't happy. he just wanted to belong. When he came across a pack of beastmen in a clearing it was the first contact he'd had with 'people' in a year.

They let him live and used him for sport, as a plaything for torture and mockery. He grew even more grotesque. One night he got free of his chains and slaughtered them while they slept. He was insane by this time. He skinned the leader and wore the skin over his own, attaching the horns to his skull with string.

He roamed until he found Woodpusher's Home for Abandoned Demons, joined them and now he finally feels like he belongs. He believes he is a beastman. The team knows he is just a man, but they like him and let him play. He likes to kick opponents when they are down since he's pretty puny.

Adopted by Axtklinge.

Nikolai Alexandrovich Murdyaev, was born near Kislev into an aristocratic military family. Because of his abnormal bulky size (and those two things that kept growing in the head, despite his constant "shaving"...) he spent a solitary childhood at home, where his father's library allowed him to read widely. He read Hegel, Schopenhauer, and Karl Franz and with only fourteen years old he already excelled at several languages (some forbidden or not even known to mankind).

Murdyaev decided on an intellectual career and entered the Kislev University. This was a time of revolutionary fervour among the students and the intelligentsia and Murdyaev became a devote Existentialist.
Very few years later he was arrested in a student protest, and because of his excessive use of blunt violence towards the authorities, his fellow protesters and pretty much everyone around wearing red fabric, and this lead to being expelled from the University.

Later his involvement in illegal activities as a Bouncer-Philosopher at a local Inn (The Roasted Rooster), led to several "three years" of internal exile in the Northern Wastes Penal Facilities, where his true love for words, writing, and existentialism came to blossom in its purest form: "Why Mu?", a fifteen volume compendium of "Mu-wisdom" that would never be truly understood or appreciated by his peers, and that would end up leaving him homeless and penniless.

In hopes to preach some of his wisdom (along with free hot meals), he came to accept the invitation to play for the "Home of Abandon Demons", something he had never considered before, but that he could not pass at his present situation...