Jay Peezy -- Player Bio

This hulking wall of scaled rage plays the game for one reason--casualties. When asked at the end of the game how big the win was, Jay Peezy's usual response is "What means wins?"

Much of this rage comes from an old swamp-hunting injury. In his youth, Peezy was struck in his scaled rump by an arrow from a lake-elf's bow. More insulting than painful, the broken shaft of the arrow remains, jutting out from his rear as a constant reminder that a lake-elf, who of course was quickly devoured alive, got the best of him if only for a moment. In fact, whenever Crocfin coach Tiny Spearinyou wants a few extra fractured skulls on the opposing side of the field, he'll call Peezy over to the sideline and twist on the arrow's shaft--a dangerous but brilliant coaching tactic which has lost the former Nordic half-titan two of his fingers.

"Coaching is all about managing risk," says Spearinyou. "For me the biggest risk each game is keeping my body in tact."

While other players chart their progress in the game on the scoreboard, Peezy charts his by the number of maimed and lifeless bodies stacking up on the opponent's sideline. Though the Kroxigor's hot-headed, frenzied play can sometimes draw penalties, the team's skinks depend on his anger for their very lives.

Of course that means very little to Peezy.

"Tell skinkies stay clear me," he says. "Other team skinkies, my team skinkies ... Me don't care in gametime. Me kill whatever moves!"