Formely one of the kings of the Dark elves, Beduse is a honored memeber of the Blades. To tell the truth he took one too many hits to the head during his previous employ as a cutpurse, and just simply thinks he was a former king. His teammates are willing to humor him as long as he keeps to himself.

Vobeman is too damn old for this crap, and as an elf, you know that means he's ancient. Weather grumbling about the younger team members, grumbling about his paycheck, grumbling about the weather, quality of opponents, quality of refreshments, et cetra, one could almost accuse him of having the temperament of a dwarf. If they wanted to lose their tongue that is.

Lluthyno is used to dealing with things bigger than her, she often lead expeditions into the jungles and forests of Lustria during her tenure as a mercenary. She hung up her boots for the much more dangerous job of a BloodBowl player after remarking that "stabbing peasants for some rich bint just sorta lost it's excitement after awhile".

Tovllin was a lieutenant in the same mercenary company as Lluthyno, and as such followed her in retirement when she left. However unlike her he didn't care much one way or the other as far as what he fights, he only cared about his pay. And he feels Bloodbowl is his way to a quick buck.

Svaris had a hard life growing up, and decided to cash out his meagre savings on nothing more than a barel of the finest wine he could afford, to end it all in one drunken stupor. When he woke up however, he was dismayed to discover not only was he still alive, but he also was the newest acquisition to the Blades.

Vivyamu was a traveling entertainer and singer in the dark elven settlements, who has made a reputation for both her screechy, terrible voice, and the mysterious disappearance of all critics who didn't favor her. Consequentially, she was always a big hit with the commons who enjoyed the brutal bloodbaths after she was finished. Looking to cash in on that fame, the Blades offered her a contract which she readily signed.

Llandeni is violent, brutish, and mean spirited. More so than most of her brethren, most of which was caused by constant exposure to Bloodbowl in her youth. So naturally when a new team was looking for recruits of dubious talent, she was first in line.

They say every scar tells a story, and in Saldrak's case, one would assume that to be the case. Sadly, the only story behind his facial scares involved an unpaid tab at the local trader's, and a woefully overinflated sense of his own martial prowess. Needless to say he joined the Blades to escape the shopkeep he swindled from having a second go at him.

Sadaaso is old blood, blood of nobles, blood of power. To hear him tell it every ancestor of his stretchering back hundreds of generations never once mingled with those of lesser blood. Because of this his arrogance far exceeds what is normal even for an elf. In the team wagon he can often be heard attempting to impose himself on other members, often to little success.

Bedyenu believes in the power of quick, graceful elegance. Every move of hers is like a song to her her describe it, but in reality she is clumsy and inexact with her movements, and more likely to pack a knuckleduster than dagger. This doesn't bother the Blades coaches at all naturally.