"Prone to drunken rage" is the tough, but fair assessment of this player. Steadily racking up casualties both on and off the pitch, Druruk is a force to be reckoned with and the spiritual embodiment of the Bonegrinders.

"Brutish and coarse, completely unrefined." This was the description found on the warrant posted outside of the Nail and Board Inn. What Trank lacks in grace, however, he more than makes up for in raw energy and explosive power. Once heavy labor at a dwarven foundry ("I carry da water barrel.") he now puts that relentless strength to better use on the Blood Bowl pitch.

Raised on the rough streets of Kzarla, Eric learned to give as much as he got. "It wasn't a huge town, everybody knew everybody else, but there was always someone out there trying to prove themselves. Scrapping was how you learned to make it in the known world. Or night school, but that wasn't for me."

The natural ball-handling skills Xavier exhibits are no accident. "I grew up on a pig farm. You picked up a squirming, muddy pig and threw it to a guy in a pen. If it got away you had to get back in there and throw it back in. And maybe kill a goblin every now and then. Simple. Honest work, pig tossing is. The way Nuffle intended."

"I was never what you would call 'light on my feet' and neither was the fat bloke who smashed my hip. At least now I get to park my wagon near the front of the stadium, right?"

Vile and rowdy, Kyler is a force to be reckoned with on the pitch. Off the field he can often be seen with a bucket on his head, repeatedly ramming it into a fence post. "Gotta keep my edge, mate."

"Me mates and I would case a place for a few days, you know, make sure everyfing was on the up and up. Then one quiet night they would go inside and start chucking bits of stuff out the windows. You know, jewellery, food, what have you. My job was to catch it as it fell down and stuff it in a sack. Every once in a while (if we made too much noise), we just had to run like Sigmar hisself was coming. Best training of me life."

Mysterious. Slippery. Gross. All these things and more make Slugnut the unofficial mascot (and smallest player) of the team.

"How did... Mr. Bonesnappa get his... unusual... first name?"

"Oh, really there's nothing to it. We were sitting around, quaffing a few pints, when Bonesnappa says 'Oi, I et a bug!'."

"That's it?"

"Oh, Nuffle no. Next thing you know he's eating everything he can get his green hands on. Flies, beetles, worms; like bloody everything that crawls by. Funny thing is: I think he actually DID get bigger. From eating BUGS. It really makes you wonder."