The greatest wood elf the box has ever seen.
Clarence, like all great players, was born.
Some time later he attended Major university. It was whilst at university that he was involved in the freak accident that would set him down the path to greatness. Some get bitten by radioactive spiders, others born on distant planets; Clarence was struck by a melon, a very large melon, thrown at great force by the troll caretaker in response to some students drawing amusing (or not so amusing) shapes on his lawn.
The melon was wiped down but Clarence was never the same again. Something in his mind had tripped and no longer was he constrained by normal limits. He could lift great weights, jump great distances and generally became the perfect blood bowl player. Even before the accident he'd always seemed a little reckless but now, jumping up and down with a possessed look in his eyes, Clarence quickly became Crazy. Sure he would sometimes smash up changing rooms or paint himself blue before a game, but when you play like Crazy, people overlook that kind of thing.
To see Crazy play is a special thing. Somewhere between a ballet dancer and the Tasmanian devil, Crazy is a ball of uncontrollable energy poorly squeezed into a graceful and beautiful form. Crazy is what the WMDs threaten their children with when they want them to go to bed.
After being allowed to Cal's funeral on a rare outing Crazy escaped and has developed an irrational fraternal love for Gromstomp of the Blood Sea Buccaneers. Wherever Gromstomp is, Crazy is probably not far away. Much to Gromstomp's probable annoyance.
Following Gromstomp's death Crazy entered a period of mourning and Crazy has to be coaxed onto the pitch.