Team Captain (Match #7-18, #43-?).

Tiallin used to be called the Child of Sunshine. His radiant beauty and positive demeanor was a joy to all around him, and even among the elven tribe in which he lived in, he was looked upon as an example of righteousness and Good. It is not sure where it all went wrong. Perhaps the pressure was too much for him, or perhaps it had always been a masquerade of his real self, but when he strangled his brother, newborn sister and both his parents over the course of a week, Tiallin became known as Tiallin Turncloak.
These days he is still a positive, cheerful and radiant character, but every day, his dark, raging self comes out more, and there is no delight greater for him than to strangle his enemies until the life fades from their bodies.

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Best Player Performance of Matches: #13, #27, #29, #30, #36, #39, #40 & #42

Personal Godfather: Shraaaag

Crazy Dan is known for bragging about the time he beat a dwarf by tying the dwarf's shoelaces together with his beard, and rolling him off a cliff. People has never believed his story, so to prove his bravery he decided to join Pandemonium Doctrine and knock some dwarf heads.

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Best Player Performance of Match: #35 & #41

Personal Godfather: Shades_SteelFist

Ex-assasin for hire that got bored of the job and has such joined Pandemonium in search of a new challenge.

Personal Godfather: Kalminael

Eleassar was born hideously deformed in a family of Norsca. His parents, fearing a chaotic curse, abandoned him to the wolves on the tundra near their village. But Eleassar survived... Luckily he was rescued by a traveling circus. They raised him to adulthood, presenting him as the monster child in the cities where they gave their performances.

However, having reached adulthood, one that had been dubbed the minion of Slaanesh felt the desire to experience things. That's when he heard of Pandemonium Doctrine, a Blood Bowl team in training. All the rides he had learned during his life with the circus people allowed him to pass easily the selection tests and to join the team.

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Best Player Performance of Matches: #3, #10 & #11

Personal Godfather: R0binR

Blood Bowl was a way out.

He grew up in the streets, alone, and Urchin was the closest he ever got to a real name. A born ringleader he soon had the other kids picking pockets and cutting purses. Even the older kids started following him and by the age of twelve he ran the biggest gang in town. Biggest gang in numbers not in muscle, he learned when the thieves guild found out about his operation. The grownups beat up all of his boys who where old enough to fight and scared off those smart enough to run. They captured Urchin and gave him a choice between exile and joining a league, no doubt thinking the latter meant certain death by the first beastman he ran into.

Still, Urchin figured his keen mind might keep a few of his teammates between him and trouble and accepted the challenge.

Personal Godfather: Bullroarer4

Fee, fie, fau, fum, I smell the blood of a Blood Bowl man,
Be alive, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.

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Best Player Performance of Match: #33


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"stand firm on next normal, followed by grab
doubles are claw, then pro, then dodge, then tents if we are that lucky.
take ST+, but skip the others."

Personal Godfather: Kondor

Skaar had heard about Pandemonium Doctrine. What a crew of misfits. An elf, a troll, a goblin, and even a minotaur had found their way onto a roster with a handful of human marauders. Yet somehow they had never hired an orc. Well that had to change.

Skaar saw a coach dressing down the marauder he had sponsored. She had faked an injury in her last match. It was her first game against dwarfs and she had a sudden attack of a beard phobia.

Skaar took advantage of the situation and interrupted the conversation. He poked a stubby avocado-colored finger in her chest and berated her for fearing anything as tall as a halfling.

The marauder answered with a left hook that caught Skaar squarely on the temple. It was exactly the provocation he had hoped for. He tackled the lass and put a forearm under her chin. It only took a moment before lack of oxygen put her to sleep. He stood up, spit, cursed twice, and kicked her in the ribs to wake her up. Then he turned to her sponsor who had just witnessed the kerfuffle.

"Ya see; I can block, tackle, fight, curse, and foul. Give me her job and you won't be disappointed."

Kondor smiled gleefully. "Come with me. We will go see Coach Calthor and get you suited up for the next match."

Personal Godfather: KatanaDash

Max spent the early part of his adult life as an Imperial halberdier. His military career was steady but unspectacular - until he was part of a disastrous campaign deep in the Sylvania forest. Marching to put down vampire activity, an entire division of Empire troops entered the ancient woods... and simply disappeared. There were no survivors.

Or were there? Max stumbled out of the forest some months later, his uniform in tatters and his memory of events hazy. Confused and half starved, he sought employment and joined a mercenary band of Blood Bowl players – the Pandemonium Doctrine. The coaches saw his heavy build and wartime experience made him a useful asset.

But there is something very wrong with Max. Sometimes, on dark nights, his team mates swear his eyes are no longer those of a man, but are those of a serpent. Even worse, Max’s shadow sometimes changes from that of a man, to that of a mass of writhing hideous tentacles. Max seems unaware of these changes.... at least for now.

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Best Player Performance of Matches: #7, #20 & #23

Injured in Match #41 [-MA] (Apothecary priviledges revoked since).

Personal Godfather: Carlo_Pellegatti

Barathrum is a lordly and powerful being, a fierce and elemental intelligence which chose to plane-shift into the world of matter to take part in events with repercussions in the elemental realm that is his home. To that end, he assembled a form that would serve him well, both in this world and out of it. His physical form borrows from the strengths of this world, blending features both bovine and simian -- horns, hooves and hands -- as outward emblems of his inner qualities of strength, speed and cunning. He wears a ring in his nose, as a reminder that he serves a hidden master, and that this world in which he works is but a shadow of the real one.

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"Whatever the team needs most. Take the +MA if it comes up. Block, Pro as doubles."

Personal Godfather: CavSgtBob

Children of the Vaarn clan are everywhere in the lands of the Border Princes, though rarely are they as infamous as Col-Jaron Vaarn.
A lover of Blood Bowl all his life, Col-Jaron took to the game like a natural. His off-field theatrics were entertained for a time, as all Blood Bowl players have their eccentricities, but after the incident with the bull and three cheerleaders from a visiting halfling team, Col-Jaron became a free agent--free, so long as he avoids certain law enforcers near his homeland. Fortunately, PD seems willing to overlook his extracurricular activities, and Col-Jaron is only too happy to keep that arrangement.

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Best Player Performance of Match: #28 & #32

Personal Godfather: Skolopender

The mad wizard. After not being chosen to join the party of adventurers in Baldur's Gate, he chose to take his craziness to the field. He wants to destroy the world, player by player!

Motto: I am Death! Destroyer of Worlds!

Personal Godfather: Mightypeon

A Vor of reknown that stole experimental Russian Teleport technology, mishandled it and accidentally ended up as a fumbbl Bloodbowl character on the Pandemonium doctrine. Plans to murder enough menz to make Fumbbl overload, and perhaps release him back into the real world.

Personal Godfather: Gromrilram

The Hicks grew up in a rough quarter of town. Misstreated as a child he was always prone to binge-eating, in combination with his regeneration abilities that made him grow to nearly obnoxious size. But he was a good hearted trollchild. His caringness made him many friends, and got him into quite some woman's friendzone. Until one day a vicious assassins league contacted him to make use of the trust put in him. At first he was hesistant towards it, but after the first "job" his bloodthirst was wide awake. Up to this day he keeps the facade of a gentle friend... but on the pitch he turns into the assaulting monster that he is...