Not much is known about Galen Hayes. He turned up in the Night Terrors camp after they won the Calthor Cup. He doesn't talk much but he seems to know the game. Sometimes he can be seen lost in thought staring to the North.

Galen is a disturbing looking individual, all tentacles and arms. His head is a massive tentacle in itself, that tries to whip at anything that goes past him. No one in the team remembers ever seeing him in Pockara, but he sure does look like he belongs there.

Tom O'Boyle was once nothing more than a common crook. He was a small framed weak weasely man with a dishonest face and foul breath. He would spend his days wondering the thoroughfares of Pockara preying on the weak and unwary.

He was 20 years old when the Pox struck and he was languishing in a jail cell for the murder of some poor soul. Many of the inmates that came down with a bad case of the pox were carted of to the deepest part of the dungeon and left to rot. Forgotten these men committed the most heinous acts ever heard of to each other including Cannibalism. Due to Toms small frame he was mostly just abused and tortured by the other inmates with scraps of flesh thrown his way.

Soon though many of the inmates had died but some of the inmates were changing. Tom found that he was growing bigger and stronger and the remaining inmates began to fear his appearance and they tried many times to kill Tom. But something in the Pox was keeping him alive.

Finally twenty five year later someone returned to the cells and found Tom there alone in the dark feasting on the rotting remains of his cell mates. Tom was given a choice to either remain there forever or to join a Team to help find a cure for the Pox.

Hugh and Lars Janus were the golden boys of the Pockaran Army. Proficient in many varying ways of taking a mans life. They were warriors to be respected and feared.

When the Pox took them it was a sad sad day in Pockara. Their bodies were burnt and thrown in 'the dump' with the rest of the dead and buried 100 feet down.
A week later two large twisted misshapen figures were seen to claw their way out of the ground and lurch their way into town. Even though they were so disfigured everyone knew who they were.

From that day forward no bodies were burnt or buried for two weeks after death.

Hugh and Lars Janus were the golden boys of the Pockaran Army. Proficient in many varying ways of taking a mans life. They were warriors to be respected and feared.

When the Pox took them it was a sad sad day in Pockara. Their bodies were burnt and thrown in 'the dump' with the rest of the dead and buried 100 feet down.
A week later two large twisted misshapen figures were seen to claw their way out of the ground and lurch their way into town. Even though they were so disfigured everyone knew who they were.

From that day forward no bodies were burnt or buried for two weeks after death.

Lloyd Winterbottom was a Farmer born from a family of Farmers.

The Pox took Lloyds Family and friends from him in the early days. But Lloyd seemed to have an almost inhuman resistance to the Pox as he toiled alone for years in his fields. The Townsfolk seemed to look more and more scared each time they came to Lloyds farm for goods and eventually they stopped coming altogether. Many years later his crops would stop growing and his livestock would succumb to the Pox and die.

What Lloyd didn't realise was that he had been changing over the years, morphing into something ungodly, some kind of abomination.

Solomon Ramha Ghalan was once a Beastman soldier serving alongside Sheya Qin in Borosia. This was before Qin had adopted the philosophy of the Rule of Harmony. Dissatisfied with all the killing and the continuous strife that plagued Borosia at the time, he ventured forth exploring the many lands of Orymm. Finally he found his place alongside an old friend Samuel Bonnie in the plague ridden City of Pockara. Where he has lived a peaceful existance away from all the troubles of the world.

Due to his beastman lineage Solomon had a more natural resistance the Pox. It still affected him in but in a positive way, as it made him remarkably regenerative. With Samuels death on the blood bowl field Soloman has decided to take his place on the team. Why is unclear, but he seems to have a new purpose and belief in himself. And he has been seen staring into the box that once belonged to Samuel.

James Frobisher was a highly respected scholar before the Pox came. He had many works published throughtout the lands of Orymm.

Until recently he has been on a secret journey far from the lands of Pockara. He has been gathering any information he could about the varios diseases that affect the various nations of Orymm. It is said that he has even spent time in The Shadowspires. Finally back home he has decided to share his wordly wisdom with the Night Terrors and join them on their journeys.

He is coverered from head to toe with animalistic fur. And it is said that his eyes glow the purest white, something he claims he picked up from The Shadowspires.

Gregory Nightingale was once Pockara's biggest lothario. He was said at one time to have over one hundred lovers, although that is probably just an exaggeration. Since the curse his appearence has changed dramatically. Fur now covers his once handsome face and the bones in his head form large looping horns at the top of his head.

Many would think that in his new state he would no longer be the lothario he once was. But if anything the opposite is true. He has more lovers now than ever before. It helps that he will sleep with anything with a pulse. Especially when the ladies of Pockara look the way they do.

How he ended up joining the Night Terrors is anyones guess. Some say he may be trying to impress even more ladies by his feats of strength and agility on the field.

Bahaar was once a Lineman for the Cult of Moon. After taking a nasty block by Hugh Janus he was taken by the Pox. Cast out by his friends and family, with no place left to go he has joined the Night Terrors of Pockara. Hoping one day to find a cure and head back to his loved ones in Saarth.

He still practices his worship of Lunaros, sometimes at the disdain of the rest of his new team. But though they may look like beasts, the Night Terrors are just men and they do not condemn others for what they believe in.

Warick Mortison, Pockaras one time undertaker.

Before the Pox came about Warick had a simple life. Since the Pox his life took a turn for the worse. With so many dying no one was buying coffins anymore, bodies were just being dumped into large graves 100 feet below the ground. And on top of that he too was struck down with the Pox. For twenty five years now Warick has suffered his flesh almost all rotted away.

All Warick wants now is to be laid to rest, but he does not want to be forgotten in death as he was in life. So he has taken a place on the Pockaran Blood Bowl Team so he can be remembered.

Recipient of a Chainsaw as a prize for winning the Calthor Cup

Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten are young musicians not yet born when the Pox first struck.

Their lives have been filled with the hardships and terrors of all the Pockaran people. The duo would play music and inspire the nation for many years and they would avoid catching the Pox for sometime. But as with everyone in Pockara sooner or later the Pox will get you or someone you know.

Two years ago within days of each other they finally succumbed and have since then quickly deteriorated. Their flesh now rotten and any cut or knock can cause puss to ooze out of their orifices or any open wounds.

These once fledgling musicians don't have long left and they wish to live out their last days in glory on the Blood Bowl Field.