AGE - 27

Hair color - Black

Eye color - Blue

Relationships

Allysyn Falmir - Wife - Living - 23

Asten Falmir - Father - Deceased - 62

Maria Falmir - Mother - Living - 72

Lucian Falmir Sr. - Brother - Living - 32

Lucian Falmir Jr. - Nephew - Living - 17

Rel-far Falmir - Twin Brother - Living -27

Status - Retired Captain of the Varangian Iron Guard team.

Age: 20

hair color - Black

Eye color - Emerald

RELATIONSHIPS

Unknown

"I'm the most agile man on the entire team, I can easily dodge by anybody and punch em' out too."

Age: 37

Hair color - Red

Eye color - Emerald

RELATIONSHIPS

Fentin Norsgard - Father - Deceased - 84

Lylith Norsgard - Mother - Deceased - 75

In-Gul Norsgard Jr. - Son - Living - 20

Fey Norsgard - Sister - Living - 40

Foel Norsgard - Brother-In-Law - Living - 38

Sven Norshard - Nephew - Deceased - 23

"He was my Nephew! When he died, a part of me died as well... I want to avenge him, I will look any enemy in the eyes and smack him right back down to hell. My sister cried for hours after she heard Sven died, and I hate seein' my sister cry."

Rolland stood on the pitch, covered in good ole' Skaven blood. The fans were cheering-- No, not his name... Lok-Viers. He was in scoring range, and the gutter runner missed his throw. Rolland realized this was his chance, his chance to show that he was able to help his team out more than being a simple brick the enemy had to punch out of the way. He made a break for the ball, scooping it up in his big meaty fist. He ran and looked to Lok-Vier, wide open and ready to score. He brought his arm back and took a large step forward, throwing the ball with all of his might. It flew through the air, the crowd roaring to the life.

Lok-Vier turned and caught the ball with a single hand and began making a mad dash for the end zone. The coach leapt up with joy and hugged Ulfwyn, who visibly winced in pain. Gudbrand sat up and stared as the ball sailed, a half-drunken smile on his face. Lok-Vier turned and backflipped into the end zone, scoring the final touchdown to win the game. The crowd began to run into the pitch, wailing on the Skaven who didn't have enough time to escape and hoisting Rolland as well as Lok-Vier on their shoulders. Grud-mar roared and chewed on one of the dead gutter runners legs, content with the outcome of the match.

** Ragnar steps up to the podium with Ragnar to give his post-game speech

Ragnar: "Ladies, Gentlemen... I know we haven't won many games, recently. But it is due time for celebration! Rolland here has done the amazing, he threw a ball!" Ragnar roars in laughter and the crowd joins "Ah, I'm kidding. He threw the game-winning pass, with the odds against him! And for that, we are eternally grateful for his contributions and I am proud to present him with his own personal shield! Let it be known, that Rolland Longship is now holder: Of the Shield of The Longship! Destined to be passed down his line for generations to come! Længe leve Rolland langskib!* (long live Rolland Longship!)

The crowd responds
Længe leve Rolland langskib!*


I am so sorry I butchered danish with this.

Age: 21

Hair color - Brown

Eye color - Blue

RELATIONSHIPS

Stenmeir Stinfoot - Brother - Living - 20

Denen Stinfoot - Brother - Living - 16

Varag Stinfoot - Father - Living - 37

Elisa Stinfoot - Mother - Living - 35

Daila Stinfoot - Half sister - Living - 15

"My name is Lok-Vier, I was a scout for the longboat before we became a Blood bowl team. I'm pretty fast, not the most nimble but I get the job done. Grabbin' the ball, running over, and then putting it in for a touchdown. I usually deal with Snow Trolls when scouting so I get a little... Excited fighting bigger people, its pretty fun squeezing the life out of a pitiful Troll when he thinks he's better than you."

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW

Alexander "Hello, everybody! This is Alexander V. Waterfoll, with an exclusive interview with The iron guard star runner; Lok-Vier Stinfoot. Thanks for taking time to be with us, Lok-Vier."

Lok-Vier "No problem, Alexander. It's always a pleasure to reach out to my fans."

Alexander "That's great, Lok-Vier. How does it feel to be the main scorer for the Iron guard?"

Lok-Vier "Ah, well Alex. It feels absolutely great, just to hear the fans chanting your name when it took you 12 years to learn how to pronounce it yourself is... Well, there's nothing like it."

Alexander "And how about the possibility of one of your teammates; Erick Fritjof getting kicked off the team?"

**Lok-Vier shrugs and clears his throat

Lok-Vier "Well, Alex... If you aren't performing on this team, you're gone. No ifs, ands, or buts."

Alexander "But isn't Erick one of the valuable players that started year one on the team? I mean; He hasn't even played a full ten games!"

Lok-Vier "Not my problem, Alex."

Alexander "Well, moving on... What about the new info that Ragnar, your team captain, Has hired a 'Yeti' on to give themselves an edge against stronger teams??"

**Lok-Vier stands up and yells

Lok-Vier "WHAT!?!?! WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT A F**KING YETI ON OUR TEAM!?! THIS IS BULLCENTAUR S**T."

**Lok-Vier storms out of the room, kicking open the door and shoving down a Camera

Alexander "Lok-Vier!?! Lok-Vier we still have twenty minutes!!?... Aw s**t... Well uh, this is Alexander at the Iron-Guard clubhouse, we'll be right back after this commercial break, and don't change that crystal ball! Afterwards, Milford at the FC will bring us all the latest updates!"

A little authors note

I decided to make Alexander as my fluff character for doing player interviews and analysing matches (in the Fumbbl cup, in other leagues, ect.) I'll most likely write a blog post introducing Alex and such, but for now he'll be a reoccurring character in interviews and other fluff related things, feel free to use this scrawny nervous git in any of your other lore posts, I'm always happy to contribute to other lore writers!