Zhothor flew screaming out of Andromeda with a mission to wreak havoc and play some ball. Assembling a team of like-minded followers, from a nearby low-life bar, Zhothor got the show on the road, kicked ass, and now he's coming for you.

Vardred Netherbane is four time galactic powerboat racing champion and retired unbeaten in his last season. After squandering his winnings on expensive starfighters, he washed up in the bar where Zhothor convinced him to join the team.

He watched hell freeze over. Now he's pissed. And on the team. Boom.

A spark. A flame. A raging inferno. All of these are pleasing. He is Emberforce.

Full-fat night is so bad for you. Nightskimmer is the way.

Square shape? Mickey Mouse shape? Amphibious landing craft shape? HELLSHAPE!

His parents were one letter away from naming him after a popular brand of toilet paper, and he never forgave them for it. Not til after he'd killed them, at any rate. A life in and out of prison was finally turned around with the promise of blood bowl.

Vorngoth got his name when in a fit of pique he petulantly ripped the famous Burgess Shale into pieces in a drunken argument with a team of obnoxious palaeontologists, destroying the entire fossil record and at a stroke destroying the basis of Darwinian evolution forever. This upset him so much that he drowned his sorrows for the next 8,000 years.

Khirzal has chased hell all across the galaxy. Now he is chasing you.

In fairness, he also went to school in the void, got married in the void, spent some time finding himself in a zen commune in the void, but still gets called Voidborn...

It's his favourite show.

Tadzand left his nihilistic motorcyle gang past behind him and swore allegiance to the void (which I gather is some weird cult), he now dedicates his life to the mayhem only found on the blood bowl pitch.