Jarvis 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 Warrior 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!" Jarvis 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!" Jarvis 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. I used to be a Jester, human like you.... 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 Jarvis followed him...into Damnation

Tiamat is a fleshtearing beast. He'll eat anything fleshy.

He's been traveling with the Blood Cultists to get his meat cravings

Raziel is a ThunderBeast. He was born when lightning struck the earth... from the burnt soil, Raziel stood up.

He had but one thing on his mind... Carnage. To roll across the lands like a raging hurricane and destroy anything in it's path. Farquarok noticed his potential, and using what was left of his once immense powers, bound Raziel to his will. Raziel is still plotting revenge, but the power holding him so far, has not faded... Raziel is one of the unlucky ones to be forced to shed blood for Sargarok. Maybe, when Farquarok dies, Raziel shall be released upon the world once more...

Hargh 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

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

Deagol 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 Deagol

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.

Porto, is the dark force behind the slaughter of many a rightful man. 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...

Wargo Flesheater used to be an entertainer.. a joker..a funny man..

But one day, he left for a castle.. a dark one. He had been Warned not to go by the villagers, but it was known the occupant was rich, so Waero Hallberg (as Wargo used to be known) Still went.

He knocked on the door.. a servant opened. "What do you wish of my master?"

"To entertain him!" Replied Waero

"Very well, follow me... But i warn you, if you do not satisfy my master your reward shall not be what you wanted!" said the servant in a mysterious voice. "And if you do it may be even worse" He continued in a soft whisper that Waero missed.

So Waero was taken to the master of the castle. He entertained his behinds off and the master was well pleased.
He crackled.. in an ancient, dark voice: "I shall reward you... Eternal life shall be yours. But for every reward comes a price. You shall remain a clown, a jester, a fool...forever. And your appearance shall be so hideous you will never be able to be a proper human. Do not entertain a servant of Sargarok... Unless you plan to serve him. Now, find Farquarok. He shall give you a goal. He is my master. But he does not know he has more than one person following him. Don't enlighten him. NOW GO!"

With those words, Waero became Wargo.. He decided to name himself Fleshtear... and he made his first steps onto eternal Damnation..Never to return to normal life... Forever tainted....

Nekhor MakeSkul 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

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.

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. Turned into a minotaur.

Ugraum the Destroyer. Ugraum the Foul. Ugraum the Axe...

Ugraum had many a name in his previous life. He had been an Orc warlord. But Chaos taints everyone, And Ugraum grew horns. His physique began to look more and more like a beastman.. and his once servants, rebelled against him. 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 Ugraum knew how to do well....

Taeryn is a freak. He was born from an unholy combination. 2 of the sacred Empirial Gryphons mated. Much celebration followed... but one of the eggs was tainted.. tainted by chaos. From this Egg Taeryn spawned. He was nothing like his parents. Instead of a royal eagle, his head was a foul wolf. Instead of radiant wings he had dark feathers. Instead of a horses body his lower side was that of a bull.

The Gryphons however, loved him unconditionally, and did not allow the empirial soldiers to destroy Taeryn. Taeryn however, was evil, steeped in the darkest of the dark, and not in any way like his parents. On one dark night, he Killed both his parents in a bloodfrenzy... Thus he became known as Taeryn Bloodspill... He fled the empire, and headed for the Northern chaos wastes, where he joined Farquaroks army... as one of the few survivors, he later signed up as one of his soldiers.. to revive the god he worshipped.. Sargarok would be back.. If only Taeryn Spilled enough blood for him.

Ordin 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, Ordin the Devourer feels perfectly at home in the cultists. Flesh of the Fallen is summarily devoured..be it friend or foe.

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