This fella was born sane, it's just too bad that his abnormally heightened senses drived him mad after a couple of years. He's actually the one who ran away in the swamps, isolating himself from the noise of the city. Unable to survive on his own, he accepted to join the renegades, being in a quieter environment. After his first game, Entangler was unnable to convince him to go back, having suffered so much from the noise, the tackles, the brightness, and the extreme odours of blood and dwarves, so he had to be forced, by taking his food away, until he accepted to play bowl again. Now, doing it for the addiction of the incredibly intense sensations, he's the most agile of all players, sensing everything around him, and always moving at the perfect time.

OK, this guy, is simply INSANE. He murdered and ate his parents when he was old enough to lift a stick. After that, he saw a leprechaun tourist that was renting a room at his neighbor's house, and decided to chase him with a knife. The leprechaun surprised and scared crapless, ran straight the hell away from this kid. Managing to catch up to the leprechaun, he just savagely gnawed his face off, then ate his heart. The magical powers instored in the heart of this charmed creature enhanced the kid's strength to an abnormally high level. Now, he's an insanely strong elf, with an insanely deranged mind.
Note: If you see him, run the hell away.

Not really insane, he was thought crazy because he was abnormally violent, which wasn't something his parents had ever experienced, or thought they could fix. They thought the only solution, was to abandon him in the swamps, like all the other heavily problematic children. He was asked to join the group for his will to fight, his natural passing skills, and his unnatural brute strength. His will to fight surpasses his will to win, which sometimes disadvantages the whole team. It's not his fault that he's built to give a beating to remember, while also carrying the burden of being the best passer of the team. So what he likes to do, is to make the necessary pass as fast as possible, then rush and bash the hell out of his opponents.

Entangler's son, master of the art of death, and direct heir to the group's command, he leads the team to a murderous frenzy every game. He is reknowed for his unbreakeable concentration and his will to help his brothers get better and stronger, wanting to ready his team for the big moment, when the beast would once again be seen on the field.

This completely insane elf was kept by his parents, eventhough he was the most violent creature the world has ever seen. Unwanted by the whole elvish community, they moved to some isolated part of the forest, where they wished to raise their son in the ways of love and peace. This now friendly elf showed great progress, until one day, an arrow passed right through his mother's head. A group of darkelf bandits were passing by, and decided to loot the isolated house. His father, armed with a staff, rushed outside only to be captured by the dark warriors. The leader of these bandits, a witchelf, tortured the poor elder for a full day, wishing to have more information on the elf inner-city. Concluding that he knew nothing, they cut his throat. His madness reborned, the child, sole witness to this horror, took a wooden spoon and no more than five minutes later, the half a dozen darkelves had their skull bashed-in. Retaining only a mental image of the witchelf, he ran through the nearby haunted swamps for a full day before being found by Entangler. He joined the team immediately, with the sole purpose to dismember any witchelf he sees.

This elf, was adopted by wood elves as a kid, after an elven village was captured during a war between elves and wood elves. His adoptive parents, loving him very much, asked a wood priestess to cast a spell on him to diminish his elven traits, and to make him resemble a wood elf. Unsure if that was safe, the priestess helped the parents, and cast a spell on the child. Once a month, for seventeen years, the priestess came back during the night to give him his green taint, his smaller stature, and greater finesse. He was one of the best, soon to become accepted in the wardancer's training program which was a wood elf's highest honor, his dream. But what nobody knew, was that the spell, used for the first time on an elf, didn't only have less and less effect on him, but it also had a negative effect on his brain. Every day, for 17 years, he felt more and more sensations in his head, becoming more and more violent, and looking less and less like his family and friends. People then started to treat him differently, like an outcast, a monster even. One day, his trainer told him that he could never be a wardancer, for he was not only incapable of normal reasoning, but he was also evidently something else than a wood elf. This unlocking a fury never seen in any living thing, he massacred and mutilated the master wardancer and accusing his adoptive parents of his misery, he forced them to tell the whole story, then he very simply murdered them. He then went to the good priestess, trying to force her to change him back to a wood elf, but sadly, she couldn't. Kidnapping her, he ran far away from the town, and encountered the swamp, where he brought the still living priestess. All that is known, is that at night, faint screams comming from a once beautiful voice, can still be heard near the swamp, stopping only when the sun takes it's first glimpse through the horizon.

He was last seen playing bloodbowl with the group of insane elves, targeting wardancers with hatred and jealousy born from his lost dream of becoming one himself.