Team captain Vidalia is the architect of the grand plan for a group of former onion-onna-stick saleswomen and part-time druids to take the Blood Bowl world by storm. It's not a good plan, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it's her plan and there were enough people from her place of work to have a good go at it. The top scorer (and indeed only scorer) on the team, her ball-handling and agility has been honed by years of weaving through stadium brawls, pitch invasions, and collections of violently-outraged High Elf food critics. It was this natural agility and the impromptu training of her onion-selling years that prompted her to give the whole plan a shot, and with a victory under her belt, she feels all the more vindicated. We'll see how long that lasts.

Figueres is used to burly men throwing themselves at her, having manned the Altdorfer Zwiebelbrau stand during Reavers games for three years. Despite looking like she'd fall over in a stiff breeze, Figueres packs an almighty punch thanks to helping the others lug giant sacks of onions around a stadium full of belligerent sports fans. She's put that experience to great effect so far in her Blood Bowl career, badly hurting a couple of players in her (and the team's) first match. Ironically, the opposition can be loath to block her down themselves; this is probably down to the fact that she's festooned with the most eye-wateringly pungent onions that team captain Vidalia was able to dredge up from the really interesting allotment near the Altdorf College of Magic.

Awards: Wharf Rats "Most Violent Player" Award, Mermaid League

Tropea, sporting the classic number 5 strip (well, it's probably classic to someone), has had an incredible start to her Blood Bowl career. Presented with a tough match against the much more experienced Free Hugs For Money, she squared off against several of their battle-hardened (to say nothing of sewer-hardened) players, had a bite of a lucky onion, had some sort of reaction to the contents, and promptly went berserk. By the time she'd calmed down, the match was long over and the bits of beggar had to be scraped off of her with a handy trowel.

Confirmed Kills:-
> Master of the house (A brutal blitz on the sidelines right in front of the crowd, the onion-powered horticulturalist launching herself at the Fagin's throat and knocking his tonsils out through his ear holes. A lucky kiddo took them home as a souvenir.)
> One gold crown plz (A thumping block in the second half that saw the Sewer Beggar's head do three complete revolutions before it bounced off the back wall of the pub. When asked to comment during the post-match conference, Tropea responded "RRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH", which is about par for the course with Blood Bowl player interviews.)