Takelar is a team player the needs of the team come before the needs of individual member. Just as apt to praise a team mate who supresses his need for fame for the team win, as opposed allowing a loss in order to showboat. Tylavil and him have a tentative agreement on this manner and team up often.

Nothing is better than the wind whistling as you barrel into some unsuspecting victim. Speed kills and those who move fast enough shall never die.

Malur was hired to bring death to his opponents on the field. While having done that but once he does enjoy the occasional concoction of blood spiced and chilled drunken from the skull of his first victim. Sadistic to say the least.

It isn't easy being the new guy. Asmodean is the first new guy and he finds it hard to relate to the veteran players who treat him like a child. They will learn when Asmodean is the undisputed Star of the Raiders...oh yes they will learn. After showing his mettle against Amazons he now acts likes a superstar and will not take the field unless he thinks it is worth it.

Some adventure for Fame, others for Glory, Fieval just wanted to go along with the crowd as long as he didn't get injured.

Always interested in the advancement in society Sule joined the Raiders in attempt to get funds to satisfy his magic habit. One day Sule will be able to afford the training to unlock the mysteries of the universe, until then he will play ball.

Some players need to let off a little steam, Wilagins needs to vent the equivalent of a typhoon. Since joining the team he has begun work on his own shrine to Khaine, a throne of skulls harvested from those he kills on the field.

Prior to employing an apothecary Tylavil acted as the unofficial bonestitcher something he enjoyed, not for the healing of his fellow players but of the infliction of pain. Wherever a fellow teammate is hitting someone Tylavil is there to lend a hand...or foot or knee.

Not much of a player, Gomjabar cares not for scoring touchdowns only for causing massive pain to his opponents and the occasional romp with the cheerleaders. Whatever he sets his mind to though he thunders full speed ahead.

You win some you lose some, but you should never drop the ball. Makus considers himself the center of the team, the ball may direct the play on the field but Makus controls the ball. Whether it is in his hands or in the hands of an opponent the ball belongs to him.

Not as accurate or skilled as Makus he makes up with it with a cannon for an arm. No thrower is able to throw as deep as he is.