I'm back my darlings, in the realm of the Real, ready to bestow more hugs and cuddles to the most luscious of mortals.

Originally a journeyman brought in to make up the numbers, Clearfist was hired following his fine form in-game and in the post-match orgy. In both circumstances he lived up to his name, as it's quite clear that he knows how to use his fist. He's truly now just one of the team.

A nasty, lying, duplicitous arsehole. Loves rogering and being rogered, but if he had to choose between the two, would prefer to give. Preferably to the unsuspecting and gullible. Quite enjoys a toot or two of Slaanesh's special white powders, while laughing his stupid, nasty head off.

Not very keen on dark-skinned people, which is why he badly hurt two of them while playing Sheikh It Off, an Araby team. Slaanesh saw and approved, gifting him with Block so that he might better continue his struggle against immigrants, sorry, the enemies of Slaanesh.