Inherited the Scrote necklace from his predecessor, he is looking to add to it....

After the death of Balthax The Scrote Tearer the team was in disarray.

Fynrux was having none of that, you generally don't argue with an ogre and the team fell inline. Five bellies could have stood in opposition but he's a generally a gentle, hungry soul who tends to lose focus/himself.

Taking over the role of captain and to keep the teams spirits up in dark times he suggested looting Balthax's belongings. What a trove they found! Kegs of Booze, Gold, Jewels, bones of forgotten slaves as well as the skulls of his many victims on and off the field.

A high pitched bleat rose from one of the piles of bones. Fynrux kicked aside the human/elf/orc/other detritus and uncovered a Minotaur Calf.

"Lets leave him for the rats!" suggested sleepy nips, "he'll only push up the TV"

Smelling cowardice as always from sleepy, Fynrux replied "You just don't want another unstoppable force on the team who may or may not eat/stomp you, know your place and status worm. He WILL join our team and he WILL become legend.

Fynrux placed the Scrote necklace from his predecessor around the young calfs neck (made out to be a noble gesture however he just didn't want a necklace made of scrotes, thats messed up even for a chaos ogre)

Turning to his team, Fynrux noticed a shadow lurking, He lunged and grabbed the shadowy apparition by the neck. It squeaked, shrieked and squirmed, dragging the shape into the light it appeared to be an extremely scared skaven. It was trying to splutter out some words as its eyes began to roll back into it's skull. Curious to see what this sniveling creature had to say Fynrux relinquished.

"Pleassse Big Great Horrible grotty manthing-thing-thing..spare me, I wish dream to play blood bowl. I despise hate loathe my ratling filth brothers, filthy weak pathetic. I hate all manthings, thing-things and inbetween things things. Lets me play I will win good good gold glory for me, sorry you. it is you who will have winning, glory and loot. Not me Rattus-Rattus"

Whilst his initial reaction was to resume choking the Vermin after that insult, he thought better. we could use another suicidal pawn in our game and if he doesnt work out he's always good for a snack.

Thus reformed the team strode forth.

Douglas MacArthur's ghost drifted nearby"seriously guys? not even a mention?" he wailed "I will haunt you and your ancestors!"

After constant threats on his life Rattus has become more nimble from evading his foes.

So far he has been useless on the pitch despite considerable investment from the team.