Because most of our members are crazed lunatics or extremely boring, I decided to write a short bio on them, while passing time. The face of our team and most prominent member would be Marvin, he is the only guy on this team that has actually handled blood bowl before. Unfortunately, he was a blitzer in his good days and doesn't know anything about the ball either, but he makes us look like an actual team. Just dressing weirdly and praising a God that we do not acknowledge doesn't pay the bills, you know.

Another cultist convertee, this guy always seemed more bright to me than the rest. Intelligent, tough and resourceful, hard to tell how such a bright soul got into a death cult and then moved to us.

This guy, he seems to be the only one actually doing the cultist thing on our team, which is a bit embarrasing. He is mute pretty much all the time and doesn't seem to know much about teamwork. Or work. Or social interactions. Or interactions. Actually, he doesnt do anything at all come to think of it.

One day I woke up and found Bob in my bed. Then he left my bed, took my team uniform, told me that his name is Bob and then never spoke again. He seems to follow commands and is not useless, although he is odd, hard to put a finger on how exactly. That is, if you ignore the fact that he magically appeared out of thin air.

This guy, is a problem. A legendary sportsman turned into a Chaos cultist, kidnapped and tortured by some crazy Malal bastards, we found him in a fetal position around a pile of very destroyed corpses. It's hard to tell how insane he is, really, his physical shape is absolutely abysmal though, which makes me not care just enough to keep him in the team.

A fanatic cultist turned to our group, one day, begging for sanctuary. Our group consisted of myself and all the people in my head I would talk to, so I decided to take him in. This guy is absolutely insane and tends to chant about nothingness all the time, even though devout Malal followers are supposed to not speak.





PS. Put this guy on the LoS, he needs to die ASAP.

Couldn't punch out an anorexic Malal cultist that tried to bite him a few years ago. This guy sucks ass.

This guy suffers from extreme self-esteem issues and joined the team to look edgy. Unfortunately, he is a little more incompetent than the rest of us, so he gave himself the nickname ''The Slaughterer of Dreams'', whatever the hell that even means and pretty much commanded us to forget his real name. The joke is on him because we had already forgotten it. He is the official team mascot.

This guy is not a cultist, doesn't even know what Malal is and he cannot fight or do stuff with the ball. We pretty much decided to make him a priest so he can bring the light of Malal to people. And stuff. Oh and he carries the ball because none of us know how to handle a ball.

Like the warrior from other Malal cults, only less psychotic and more lazy and talkative, no one knows the name of this guy, but he doesn't seem to care about Malal at all, he is not even a warrior, he just loves Blood Bowl.

Our blessed leader, an escapist from a fanatical cult of Malal worshippers, quite saddened by their insanity he decided to form a group of his own, for some casual Malal praising fun. He also loves blood bowl and they already has 11 members so why the hell not.

This bastard ruined the number. He is a bastard, everyone hate and abuse him.