Background:

Mr. Savdog was once an aspiring wizard studying under the great Wolfgang Von Pamelmouse at the Bright College of Magic. A promising career hurting firebolts and lighting bolts beckoned.
However, fate, or the Altdorf paparazzi, interceded. While out celebrating aceing his midterm exams Mr.Savdog was caught in a comprising situation with a half elf lady of the twilight. This craven act was captured by a hobgoblin paparatzo and promptly sold to the New Ork Times.
Scandal ensued.
Mr. Savdog was expelled for the Colleges of Magic in disgrace. Now earning his living as a Blitzer he has sworn vengence on all green skins and their ilk, he also never smiles when having his picture taken.

(Thanks to to savdog for this story!)

Background:

JamesSeals80 usually sits on the bench as a Blood Bowl coach and upstanding member of the Gentlemen's Club but, when asked by fellow coach Rabe to represent the club in an upcoming Royal Rookie Rumble, he literally jumped at the chance: He PILED ON at the chance to put his boots on and stamp some face! Going by his usual coaching methods (generally frowned upon in certain rooms at the club), expect to see lots of casualties caused.

Quote: "I signed a waiver for this."

War cry:: "This is for Ned!"

(Thanks to to James for this input!)

Accomplishments:

In his and the teams first match, James killed a Dark Elf lineman with bare hands and scored the team's first touchdown two.

Game 4: Got his skull fractured by a chainsaw (-av), but the apothecary put everything back in place.

Autobiography:

"The details of my life are quite inconsequential ... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it."

(Thanks to akaRenton for this... well... true story?)

Background:

Mr. Rabe's father was a Blood Bowl player himself, his mother one of his team's cheerleaders. While his procreation was probably not exactly planned, his parents stuck together, bound by love to each other and to the sport. Rabe Jr. was meant to follow in the steps of his father, even though he showed early ambitions and talent that predestined him for a higher education. Unthinkable for the down-to-earth folks that he was surrounded by. Hence he kept training and secretly sought out a mentor who would teach him reading, writing and refined manners.
Playing in his first youth team, he found out that he was seriously disgusted by body contact with other players. Due to this (and not being able to turn down his meanwhile invalid father's wishes and hopes), he focused on the only object that did not sweat and thereby insulted his nostrils: The ball. Unfortunately for him, opposing players frequently show great interest in the pigskin as well, so his next goal was to get rid off it as soon as possible. Naturally, Mr. Rabe developed into a thrower, and - driven by his self-protecting instincts - not a bad one even.
When his mentor one day introduced him to a secret club for gentleman later on, he was finally able to live his intellectual and aesthetic desires freely. He wasn't too happy when the club members decided to enter the pitch by themselves, but since he was never good in withstanding family or peer-group pressure, he followed them with mixed feelings.

Quote: "You take care of the opposition, I take care of the ball. Deal?"

Game 4: Scored twice and learned how to Wrestle (by studying the one goblin that to everyone's surprise was trained in this art).

Background:

Mr. Ady Brooke grew up out on the range, where men were men and sheep were worried, but this rural idyll was not for him. Weaker than the other boys, he was often bullied, but found his speed and agility were more than a match for them. Mocked and disheartened he wandered until he came to a city where he heard the roar of the fans from within a great stadium - he discovered Blood Bowl. A sport for a real man, where his childhood tormentors dare not follow.
Here he would become a hero...

(Thanks to to AdyBrooke for this nice little story!)

Background:

Retro was a loner, a wanderer. One day, he was bitten by a radioactive halfling and his life changed forever.
Now able to grow a moustache and beard he discovered a confidence he had never experienced before. Unfortunately this hirsute fellow also found growth on his palms, which made catching a hairy affair.
Still, it doesn't undermine his confidence and he strives to have the best moustache in whatever competition he plays in.

(Thanks to to Retro21 for this input!)

In the team's third game, it needed the service of two journeymen. One was a slacker who got injured, the other one did a splendid job - no wonder, as he after the game revealed his true identity: Mr. Krytie, who was assumed dead after the match before, had returned for more LOS duty!

Tried to sneak himself into the team as journeyman for game 7, but since he's too well-known in the Club, his little trick was discovered and he became a regular player.

Game 4: Broke a rookie goblins neck to get to the ball carrier, only to get a chainsaw into his back (NI) right afterwards.

Background:

A summary of the thoughts for Mr. Lemf on each game or practice day:

"Beer... Hit... Hit... Hit... Hit... More beer... Stand up... Beer... and hit!"

The simple things in life.


(Thanks to lemf for this insight!)