Roth used to be a Bloodletter. He failed Khorne, but through some fickle fate, retained his Mortal form.

Vowing to die on the fields, he joined the only Chaos team that would accept him. Farquarok welcomes him, not because Khornes fury chases him, But because he wishes to die. Die and kill. More Blood for Sargarok. Demon or Human

Ogram the Destroyer. Ogram the Foul. Ogram the Axe...

Ogram had many a name in his previous life. He had been an Orc. But Chaos taints everyone, And Ogram horns. His physique looked more and more like a beastman.. and his once servants, rebelled. They banished him. he strolled months... years...

And then.. he found Farquarok. He gave him a last chance to become great once more. a chance to shine.. a chance to regain his powers. And make money. All he had to do..was shed blood. Something Ogram well....

Groth is a RockTroll. He doesn't know a lot..

Farquarok lured him out of his cave with a goblin. Groth Followed. Sometimes Groth even does something.

Destined to die, but too stupid to care

Durgal is an assasin.

He was hired by somebody, to do something in the Blood cultists. Who his employer is, and what his goal is, nobody knows. He just appeared one day. He applied, and Farquarok decided to hire him. His past a mystery, and rarely speaking.. we do not know what to think of Durgal

Porto MaimRend was given a second chance.

He died, five years ago on the battle of Barr Nava Forn, a small dwarven outpost. Being Favoured by Sargarok, he has been given a new body.. rotting, decaying and stooped in evil, He is not alive nor dead. A unique spawn of evil, fighting for the fighting itself.

His experience has given him the ability to kick people on exactly the right places to cause more discomfort. Porto, is the dark force behind the slaughter of many a rightfull bloodbowl player. All for the carnage, all for more blood for his God, for as long as his body can retain his soul essence he shall keep doing so...

Arakka used to be a Bloodletter. He failed Khorne, but through some fickle fate, retained his Mortal form.

Vowing to die on the fields, he joined the only Chaos team that would accept him. Farquarok welcomes him, not because Khornes fury chases him, But because he wishes to die. Die and kill. More Blood for Sargarok. Demon or Human

Dargoon is a Dragon. One of the least powerfull dragons ever, Dargoon got shunned by his race. in utter Frustration, he decided to destroy anything in his path. Farquarok convinced him to play the game, and now Dargoon is here to drain the life of anybody opposing him.

Warn used to be a Brettonian Noble. He was honourable. He had virtues. One day, one of his Villages was pillaged by chaos raiders. He chased them for months, with a small military contingent. He followed them across the border princes.. through the empire, wracked in civil war once more. Past Kislev.. into the chaos wastes. There, the catastrophe slowly began. One by one, his fellow soldiers fell to strange diseases. Every time he lost a companion, he chased the chaos with more determination.

Finally, he was left, as the only person. He vowed to keep chasing them untill he or they were dead.

On day 50 he finally caught up. He had not been the only one suffering losses from the mutating essence of the wastes... only a single, old Warrior and the girl were alive... She was still alive! He shouted a challenge. The beastman accepted. An epic struggle followed. Jabs, blows, and many a strike were exchanged, only to find steel instead of flesh. They were at a standstill.. then the Warrior started laughing.

"Why do you laugh!" Warn shouted.
"Because", the Warrior replied, "Your quest is futile. The girl is no longer a girl. and you are no longer a noble. You are now both nothing more than Chaos wretchlings.. Nothing more than one of us."
"You LIE!" Warn exclaimed
"Just look at the girl" the old Warrior said. With that, he turned the cage..
It wasn't a girl anymore.. whatever looked back at him was no longer human... He looked in his sword.. and the face staring in the cold steel.. it was no longer his.

With a scream he threw himself on the floor. "Just end my life" He told the Warrior.

"No. My master.. he has other plans. My name is Marg Fleshtear. I used to be a Jester.. with that, he took off his helmet..and a Monstrous clown looked at his face. "Follow me... At least i can give you some... honour to die for."

And Warn followed him...into Damnation

Ironically, Another Warn Meatshred was already in the team... The gods are fickle!

Throk is a Water Gargoyle.

These rare creatures are usually found around water pools, They defile the pool and poison it by gurgitating a vile liquid into the water, which dissolves all the inner organs of the creature drinking. They feed off the creatures poisoned by the water, and this specimen was found by Farquarok and Initiated as a Blood Cultists with the promise of raw flesh. Serving nothing but Flesh, Throk the Devourer feels perfectly at home in the cultists. Flesh of the Fallen is summarily devoured..be it friend or foe.

Throk's past is unknown, as many of the Cultists. His future uncertain..but his powers appreciated.

Warn Meatshred was allways evil. From birth.

Nothing in his near surroundings ever enjoyed his company. He preffered destruction over building.

He joined Farquarok only to be able to destroy. One could retail his youth, his teenage years, and his adulthood..and all we would find was violence.

Here to spill blood, and nothing more. Warn is not in any way ever nice.

Urthil MakeSkull Is an Earth Elemental.

His children were killed by Dwarves. His parents died in a Skavenmade earthquake. His wife was killed by fanatic Empirials. He joined farquarok to shed blood, to kill. To Make as many victims as he could before joining his family.

Bitter beyond recovery..

Mutilated by the inquisition. He fled to the wastes. His life a ruin.

All he wishes now.. is to punish, to die. To punish more. To let the suffering end