Background

Albert is not an Elf. His blood is not that of the Oldbrick natives, nor the proud High Elves, nor the venomous Dark Elves, nor even the liberal Wood Elves. He is a Human.

His family had come to Oldbrick a generation ago as sellers of novelty footwear, an admittedly misguided business venture considering the relative poverty of the district, and its residents' preoccupation with purchasing food and firewood over socks with little cat ears on them. Yet the Silenteage family grew to love the borough, and soon settled there, brining up young Albert within its walls. When his parents' business collapsed, the young Albert turned to the Bloodbowl field with his friends to make ends meet and, finding no welcome among the other races of Whitevale despite his almost Elven skills with the ball, he returned to Oldbrick as a journeyman.

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After 6 games / his 1st game

His comrades recognised their old friend and, in his first game against the High Elf Washington Heights Ballers, voted him their MVP. He was then welcomed onto the team with open arms.