This relatively young dwarf actually started his bloodbowl career in the coaching staff instead of playing. He was the passing instructor for the nurgle team "Papa Nurgles Badge Hunters", hired through the fortunate misreading of one of the teams targets, the Equal opportunity badge. His eccentric passing methods were crucial in the first generation of warriors all making the much desired "long bomb" pass succesfully.
However, blood bowl officials soon heard about this growing multi-racial team that was blatantly breaking down the accepted truisms of their beloved game. After legal actions proved ineffective, these crafty guardians of nuffle incited a riot in the Empire, where the teams home stadium was located. Angry citizens chanting populistic catch-phrases like "You shall not pass" and "Kill the beast" stormed the headquarters.
Torl escaped with barely a pitchfork stab wound and some minor burns, by jumping off the 3rd story floor to the adjacent roof, and parkouring like a maddwarf. Left with a burning desire to play, and no team to call his own, he is a mercenary character with raw talent but no polish.
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In his first game he suffered a serious concussion (-av), caused by a skaven Blitzer with a mighty blow and nasty claws.
In his 21st game he managed his first touchdown and learned Guard
In his 22nd - and last
- game, he suffered a groin strain in the second turn. He retired afterwards, together with six other players.