Everyone likes and respects Dinas. they like him for his integrity, for his steadfast friendship, for his ability to grind opponents into the turf. but Dinas has a secret; he can't read.

Often mistaken for a Lizardman, Tyranna is infact a completly different life-form more closely related to a space apple.

"I'M READY!" yells Dythinki. "LET'S DO IT! PUT ME IN! THERE'S NOBODY BETTER! I'M YOUR GUY! C'MON! WADDYA WAITING FOR? I NEED THIS!"

Stega never complains, Stega never wants to know what's going on. put a 900lb ogre on top of Stega, he won't say a thing. does he have startling opinions or shocking secrets? nobody knows. Stega keeps it all inside.

Bhronco gives 110% whenever he is on the field. he's a team player who delivers both offensively and defensivley. He has no idea what blood bowl actually is.

Drakko frowns, not because he's unhappy or because he disapproves, but because of a childhood injury that left his facial nerves paralysed.

"How did I end up here?" asks Steve. "I was on the fast track-- corner office, full benefits, stock options, i was going to be high preist of the midwestern temples. now i'm here on this pitch in serious danger of being beaten to death. OOH A BALL!"

Lord Montjoy Quickfang IV is Fierce. He's from the streets. He doesn't take attitude from anybody, lizardmen or anything else. he drinks to keep everyone at a distance. secretly, though, he just wants to be loved.

"Meow?"

Devil skink shivers... not because he's cold but because he's crazy.

Redshirt was a lowly skink, hired to die at the hands of the opposition and defend his brother skinks from the wrath of his opponents, to sacrifice himself gloriously in the name of the old ones as it was foretold upon his birth. Endlessly he trained and meditated in preparation for his foretold doom at the hands of a bearded warrior.

On the fateful day however, redshirt snapped! The foretold harbinger of his doom was before him, the raider of the lost dorf. fear gripped his belly has the hulking slayer smashed through the defending saurus, his eyes locked and intent on the ball carrying redshirt. Panic ricocheted back and forth around the poor skink's head. but suddenly, for an explanation unknown to this day the slayer fell to the ground at noble redshirt's feet. a mad grin spread across redshirts face slowly but surely, raising the spiked blood ball above his head he smashed fate in an explosion of blood and giblets.

Redshirt may be small, but he is wiry. He’s proficient in Skink-Judo, Skink-Karate, Skink-Bare knuckle brawling and Drunken Skink-Fist. He also plays the melodica.


Kills;

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Injuries;

SoC's Mother was concerned when he announced his intention to join the Titans after his father's demise. "but honey, its so dangerous" she pleaded. SoC refused to budge. "Life is dangerous" he replied, eyes glinting with steely conviction.

Bob likes reading, backgammon and long periods of rolling 1's for bonehead tests in the park. Bob enjoys going to shows, particularly belgian progressive jazz. "i'm just looking for that special someone." he says. Bob's Favorite number is 5.