Braythorn Cudchewer & Co

In his own mind, Braythorn is an exalted Champion of Slaanesh, the focus of his god's divine pleasure, and ruler of all the forest for as many leagues as a cow can run in a day.  Reality is a bit less kind, with he and his warband commanding about as much land as a three-legged sheep could wander through in an afternoon, and the likelihood of Slaanesh noticing him near zero.  Although he claims that his father was a minotaur, the other beastmen suspect it was actually Crulk Badmane, a tall but completely uncoordinated creature who was shot by a local huntsman.  Braythorn currently commands the grudging respect, refined through violence, of a motley band of beastmen. 

Bulgar "Shoe" Manthir is the closest thing Braythorn has to a trusted companion.  Next to Braythorn himself, Bulgar is the muscle in the group and neither asks nor understands many questions.  If a head needs knocking, Bulgar is the one to call even when it may be his own.

The Moalt twins, Creach and Spitz, are known as much for fighting amongst themselves as they are the enemy.  They frequently find themselves butting heads over the smallest of things, but when they smell human flesh, they become hyper focussed and can be counted on to mince whatever they catch.  Well, Creach likes them minced, while Spitz prefers strips. 

Grink generally keeps to himself, and when by himself he might be surprised to learn that the rest of the group suspects he is part demon.  Suffering from "resting killer face" since adolescence, making friends was always a challenge.  To help him through that difficult time, Grink started collecting the heads of his perceived enemies, believing that in time, they would come to know the real him.  While the obvious flaw in this plan escaped him, it did in fact help him get in touch with his true self.  Murderous to a degree that even other beastmen find unsettling, Grink can be counted on to bring pain, a sadistic laugh, and a bad attitude to all encounters.

Pig.  "Hey pig, bring that arm over here" is a common phrase this porcine member of the group might hear.  His given name is Ulon Wartface, but in Braythorn's group, he is just called Pig.  Unbeknownst to the others, he is actually the smartest of them all, and if they had the ability to reflect upon the past they would see that the only plans that ever really worked, were his.  He frequently imagines removing each of his companion's heads with his ridiculously sharp sickle, but so far their usefulness has slightly outweighed the potential satisfaction.