Pox'ghrool is a large, disgusting and bloated figure, towering above his fellows. Immense and contorted in all foul shapes which potrude from him, Pox'ghrool has made both spectator, reporter and player alike empty their stomachs at his mere sight. Never mind the repulsive odour.

Despite his extremely poor hygene and foul appearance, those few prepared (enough) reporters who got to interview him and make it out alive have noted he is a surprisingly jovial and down to earth fellow. Full of laughter, jokes and nostalgia, Pox'ghrool is considered by many of his fans and the media as representing the more jolly side of Blood Bowl, if that could be said.

But when on the pitch Pox'ghrool is like a daemon unleashed. Crude, decisive kicks to knees or a mighty punch to an opponents skull, where Pox'ghrool is jovial he also makes up for in his brutality.

B'arf Sweller named well for his endlessly swelling and bloated stomach and for his constant need to projectile vomit across pitch and tavern alike. He is a crude and rude individual and although an effective blocker, his fellows find him to be unusually morose, even for a follower of Chaos. Tragically this is only because B'arf himself can't go without vomiting nearly every few minutes which has made him a bit of a tragic individual. Reportedly however he has sponsored many orphanages for the abandoned so there is something a bit more sweet behind that repulsive cover.

Slurm Sweller is loud and made of the stuff of pure evil. Cruel, calculating, he loves nothing more than being on the field of Blood Bowl. Having recalled much of his previous life as a bloodthirsty Chaos Warrior, Slurm Sweller now takes his work to a more exacting level, wanting to ensure if an opponent is put down, they are put down for good!

Slimeball Rotgut is one of the most happy and jovial players to have taken to the pitch, especially considering his health problems! Gifted by Nurgle like his fellow team mates, Slimeball Rotgut has taken his blessing as is and has embraced it with an enthusiasm many would rarely see.

He marches on the pitch in a slow and steady pace but his urge to spread the love of Nurgle has seen him grab opponents in a brutal bear hug. Being completely unaware on the damage he is doing to them, he generally runs off once his victim stops moving and screaming.

Was once a small, harmless and adorable house cat from a local village. It was also a rather adventurous one. One day, having crept into a Blood Bowl stadium after dark which had been played by a Nurgle team, Mittens caught Nurgle's blessing and was rapidly transformed into a Rotspawn.

Although Mittens is now something more reminiscent of a nightmarish horror than the once adorable feline it was, it has retained a fair bit of its sentience much to both spectators and its team mates alike. Seemingly unaffected by its dramatic transformation, Mittens now accompanies the Bulbous Blight Bloaters like a team mascot and also eagerly follows them onto the pitch. Its obsession to rub itself affectionately against strangers has also not dissipated but much to the great horror of its new found "friends", they are not met with Mittens the Cat but Mittens the multi armed, fanged and rotting terror!