"Coming through!"

Why should a dwarf try to run, on those little stumpy legs, if he can build a little machine that does it for him?

Berti uses a compact little steampowered vehicle to get around quickly and in style over most terrains.

He always gets into trouble when he uses it indoors.

He had a major breakthrough right after the second match, resulting in a much more powerful drive force for his small kart. He reasoned, driving through an opponent in a direct line would save time to score.

"Wotcha!"

She missed the debute of the team due to some unforseen... well, drinks. Regardless, Tira goodnaturedly joined the roster after the first match, having finally figured out the pressurevalve problem on her steamkart.

Her laughter as she speeds around and tries ever more dangerous sliding maneuvers is quite infectious for the whole team, bringing some more cheerfulness to the pitch.

"These boots were made for kicking."

Proud inventor of the modified safety boots "Footpriest^TM" (they save your soles), Burleigh enters the pitch to enthusiastically kick everything and everyone to stresstest his newest model.

A small stain on his honor, a little accident in the past regarding a large book, a stairway and an empty bottle of selfmade moonshine (or shoemine, as the locals say), took his chosen pitchname "The Bloodwalker" from him. Someone (we can only guess) changed a letter on his trikot at night, a constant reminder of his embarassment. He tried to change the trikot back, but the name just stuck.

"Rust and Bones! Let me show you how its done."

The professor was initially the one to form the little community that later formed a bloodbowl team to stresstest their inventions.

Being something of a father figure, the older dwarf keeps a balance between lecturing and motivating.

He lost his left hand in an accident many years ago and is one of the leading scientists in the field of limb replacements.

Custom-made for the pitch, he can swap his hand for a nasty chainsaw-extension, which is the focus of many envious looks to this day.

"Catch!"

One of the leading demolition enthusiasts, Short Mac recently developed a way to store unstable plasma matter in small breakable spheres.

Not trusting anyone with them, he is set to test them out on the pitch himself, not caring for the risk in the eye of progress.

"Is it getting hot in here, or is that just me?"

Tonya, as one of the few females in the little community, first joined up as a mechanic in training. Working with metal is her passion, and she likes the challenge of the strange ideas the other engineers bring to her.

She is one of the youngest, and seen as a bit of a mascot for the team, even if she gets the occasional tinfoil flowers or alchemical enhanced sweets from younger dwarfs.

"Get a grip."

Tongs joined up as one of the main mechanic crew. His specialty are his steady hands and talent to hold still for a long time, giving his colleagues the chance for precision work on whatever he is holding.

A good man to have in a pinch.

"Ops, sorry. I can dent that out no problem."

Belt is the one you call for the rough and dirty work. Never a shortage of that in the workshop. He loves the sound of hammer on metal.

He also has a very nice singing voice.

"I can press that red button if I want to!"

As one of the original students of the professor, Bolt Nutson, alias Nutbolt, saw the opportunity to bring some of his more radical ideas into the project.

So far, nothing has worked the way he wants it to, which does not slow him down. He has his own cellar room, and the others often can hear him giggle in there. And sometimes explode.

"Right away, sir."

Being called a teachers pet in the past, Leera volunteered to become Professor Gearbeards personal assistant and defends that position with a burning zeal.

Nowadays she is a mixture of secretary, adjutant and general right hand of the prof and manages the day-to-day affairs of the team.

Behind her back, some of the younger dwarfs joke that the professor, with Leera as his right hand, practically has two chainsaws.

"Measure twice."

The "Flatking" got his nickname due to his exxessive use of his trusty folding ruler. His overcorrectness borders on autism and is a constant source of amusement and misery for the group.

"That still in use or can it go?"

Riggy was a lonely janitor of an abandoned storage area, until the professor bought the whole area and converted it to what is now the headquarters and main workshop of the GoGs.

He still takes his role as janitor and maintenance worker very seriously, but he sees a lot of stuff happening and is learning quite a bit. Very soon he might take a chance at his own first invention.

"Why hellooo, wanna build something special together?"

Every small student community has someone like him. Half decent looking, but too sure of himself by half. The selfproclaimed playboy jumped at the opportunity to show off on the pitch to impress more women.

If not engaged in flirting, he is a surprising decent workbuddy that has a keen eye for alchemy. He ist constantly trying to improve the fuel- and blackpowder formulas for the team.