"Name: Comet (Roudolf Rouise)
Age: 16
Gender: male
Type (race): Anthro Whitetail Deer

Special powers (if applicable): Flight, the ability to create an almost inpenitrable wall of fire around his body.

Special weaknesses (if applicable): With the firewall up - Water, otherwise he's as vulnerable as anyone else.

Appearance: He's about 7' tall and very skinny. He wears a bright blue Fubu shirt, baggy Tommy pants, and a large black Nike down jacket. Around his antlers, when he has them, he's got pleanty of earrings, keychains, and even a troll doll.

Behavior: He jumps to conclusions, isn't a great listener, very energetic, and always wants to do his own thing. He's a teenager. O.o;

Goals: Fame and riches, of course. But he hasn't an idea n how to get either.

Mundane (normal) abilities: Nothing Special.

History: Roudolf dropped out of school in his sophmore year, and left home in search of fame and glory. His personal quest has failed in his first month on the street, and he now spends his time moping around in a basement apartment in a rudder part of hope. He's to proud to go to his friends for help, and has his own reasons for not going home."

Comet copyright Locke Wiggin 2002 -2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.

Name: Echion the Drachma
Alias: Emily Dragon
Age: Unknown, but a couple hundred years at best estimation.
Gender: Female
Type (race): nonhuman (dragon)

Special powers (if applicable): Super fast, super quiet, able to fly, able to shift from to either larger or smaller verion of either her TRUE form, or her anthro self.
Special weaknesses (if applicable): Can have her majick powers drained, but it must be by an extremely experienced sorcerer, since she happens to be good with spells herself.

Appearance: Anthro: USUALLY a super(third time I used super in one bio...) attractive albino dragon morph. Deer like antlers(white), long silky smooth white hair. Glowing pinkish red eyes with no pupils, two long strands of fur coming off her cheeks or snout(depends on her mood I guess) like whiskers. Long tail ending in a tassle. No wings.
Non-anthro: HUGE albino dragon with glowing eyes. Furred with a tassle of hair on the end of her tail. No wings (Chinese style dragon).
Behavior: A little suspiscious at times, but generally cheerfull.
Goals: To make the world a better, happier place. (Just call her miss sunshine!)

Mundane (normal) abilities: Very conversational...
History: Sister of Pythaules, she doesn't see why he holds such a grudge. She currently flits about Hope staying where she wants, keeping an eye on her "adopted mortals."

Art and Echion copyright Arrow Tibbs 2002 - 2003. Do not tkae, copy, or otherwise use.

Name: Eilean McDurphy
Age: 46(in "Inherant Traits") - 48(In "Weathered")
Gender: Female
Type (race): Anthro Irish Setter(with a little pointer in her)

Special powers (if applicable): None
Special weaknesses (if applicable): Deathly afraid of snakes.

Appearance: Your average Irish Setter anthro, has smooth red fur just barely starting to show gray on her muzzle(hey, she's been under a lot fo stress!) which is naturally curly on her long ears. Stands at a decent height at around 5'5". Vibrant green eyes that seem to pierce into your mind when she takes it into her head to give you "that look." She also has a tail, thin with wispy fur hanging from it, which points her lineage to two anthros. On the back of her neck, just baely above being between her shoulder blades she has a white spot about a quarter of an inch wide and circular in shape. Just above and to the sde of it is another, smaller white spot, about to width of the end of her pinky finger.

Behavior: Able to take care of herself, she used to be in a constant state of exaustion due to her multiple jobs that kept her working for eighteen hours a day at times. She has since narrowed three to four jobs to only two. She has a sense of humor and takes things most others say about her and her ancestry with a grain of salt.
Goals: To pay off her debts and get her life back on track.

Mundane (normal) abilities: Very able with a computer.

History: Was born to a good home, her father being very wealthy simply from inheritance. Her mother was an American English Pointer and her father was an, of course, Irish Irish Setter. Her father had left Ireland some years before, due to a grudge against his brother.
Her mother died when she was two, from an infection that had been ravaging her frail body since Eilean was born. Her father was greif stricken, and withdrew into himself, providing for Eilean, but not in a loving manner. Eilean grew up believing her mother's death was entirely her fault. She was a bitter child, but later came to accept that she couldn't have helped her mother avoid her untimely end.
She went to college, and while she was still in training, she took a job with a big company recovering "lost passwords" for them. It turned out she was hacking into another company's computer database. She confessed and was arrested and kept in a correctioal facility for one year, taken out on bail by her father, who promptly gave her a long demeaning speech and never spoke to her again. Eilean is still working to pay off this debt, which is partially her own choice, partially the States. Along with paying back the State, she is working to pay back as many of the workers of the companies she sent down the gutter as she can.

She currently resides inhert late father's estate with Smirnov, Rebound, and Four.

Eilean and copyright Arrow Tibbs 2002-2003.

Eilean. Full body color reference (slightly adult since she's all nude) and two headshot sketches to the side. Looks pretty good imo.

Eilean and art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2005.

Ahem...Awww...She looks so scared.

SoH bio pic: Gidget.

Name: Gidget Faulke
Age: Twenty one circa "Introducing Gidget"
Gender: Female
Type (race): Anthro housecat

Special powers (if applicable): None.
Special weaknesses (if applicable): Crowds make her nervous to the point of hyperventilating. She's scared of or nervous around human men(except Grant) for reasons to be seen later.

Appearance: Red furred cat, very fluffy. Has bright green eyes and long darker red hair. She usually wears a black headband tied around her head and her hair tied back in a ponytail.
Behavior: EXTREMELY shy, often nervous. Loves books and Grant though.
Goals: To read every book in the city...! No. Really.
Actually she just wants everyone to get along.

Mundane (normal) abilities: Very good at secretarial work. Very fast reader.
History: Gidget was born in a litter of five, with two brothers and sisters each. Out of them all, she was the most quiet and polite. She was most often foudn with her nose in a book and her head in the clouds.

About the time she met Grant, she was living in an apartment full of anthro haters, and, her being so naive, she hadn't a clue. One night two tenants, her next door neighbors, and her landlord got drunk and decided to run her out of the building. So the three of them went into her room, tied her up, gagged her, and took her to the river. They went farther than running her out. They stripped her of her clothes, waxed her fur, beat her until she was nearly unconcious, and then one of them raped her.

So they threw her down the bank where she landed halfway in the river, then left her, thinking she had drowned. She managed to chew herself free and drag herself to the docks where a fisherman spotted her. She ran away from him, thinking he'd hurt her, and huddled in an alley until Grant found her and sent her to the hospital.

Currently she is Sheild's secretary. When something happens at Sheild she's likely to hide, but concidering what happened to her you can't really blame her.


Gidget and art copyright Arrow Tibbs 1999 - 2003. Do not take, copy, or otherwise use.

"Name: Grant
Age: Unknown (Visibly between 20-25)
Gender: Male
Type: Human

Special powers: Limited mind reading abilities, invisibility, teleportation, mind alteration, and he has the ability to move through objects.

Appearance: About 5' 11" He dresses in all black. He wears baggy black jeans, a long-sleeved black shirt, and has a black cloak to top. He has three studded belts around his waist, and black snap-on suspenders, also studded. A set of dark black sunglasses fit snuggly on his face, and are never removed.

Mundane abilities: He's an accountant! Just kidding, but wouldn't that be a kick in the pants? ^.^

Anywho... He's fast and light on his feet, and he knows limited self defence. Other'n that and his special powers, he is pretty baisic when it comes to skills."

Grant copyright Locke Wiggin 2002-2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.

"Name: Natallie Ray
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Type (race): Anthro Skunk

Special powers (if applicable): None
Special weaknesses (if applicable): None

Appearance: Gorgeous, very very much so, but doesn't go out of her way to show it off all the time. (Although it's hard to miss) Regular skunk colors, doesn't dress up too often, usually wears jeans and a T-shirt.
Behavior: Generally good natured, a little anti-social and shy in crowds. She avoids social gatherings, and hasn't many firends or relations.
Goals: To try and make her way through life.

Mundane (normal) abilities: Great with computers and mechanical stuff (understatement) She's also a pretty good fighter... For somebody with no super powers...
History: Grew p in the suberbs of Hope, her parents were killed in a car crash not too long ago, and she has a low-paying job in a garage not far from her small apartment."

Natallie copyright Locke Wiggin 2002-2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.

Name: Shard
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Type (race): Anthro cheetah
Special powers (if applicable): Not all of them are known, she's kind of a mish mash. Her most outstanding abilities are her extremely good grasp of psychic powers, her unnaturaly fast reflexes, her speed (which nearly rivals Rebound but is slower by quite a bit(Rebound can reach about 300 mph and is growing in speed with the more strength she gains))and her ability to blow things up with some kind of energy ball she can amass from tiny fractions of the life forces in her general area.
Special weaknesses (if applicable): She is close to blind, though no one would ever know it. Her abilities give her "eyes."



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Shard copyright Arrow Tibbs 2002 - 2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.

"Name: Peter Smirnov
Age: 55, circa Rise of Evil; 57, circa Weathered
Gender: male
Type: anthro German Shepherd

Special powers: none
Special weaknesses: none

Appearance: He has the noble look of all German Shepherds: his clothes usually consist of a white shirt, a red tie and a grey suit (pants included), with black city shoes (always perfectly shined). He usully wears a silver analog watch on his right wrist and wireframe glasses. His fur is generally brown/beige (mostly on the throat, chest and inner forearms) and fades to black pretty much anywhere else. His eyes are hazel-coloured.
Behavior: Smirnov’s will is made out of tempered steel, so to speak. He speaks with a soft and low voice, slightly grazed by the years, that gives the impression that this is a man who knows how to lead his precinct. His one major flaw is that he’s an avid smoker.
Goals: Unlike Maley, he only wishes to keep the mundane citizens of Hope safe and is willing to cooperate with the Shield Compound if necessary.

Mundane abilities: Investigative procedures, fireams training (marksman skills), precinct managing, high social skills.
History: Smirnov’s childhood was uneventful, but he grew up with the dream of becoming a cop, like his father. When he reached his teens, he had to cope with his father’s death, that had been killed by mobsters in Hope’s slums. Shortly after the funeral, he took a degree in forensics and was hired in Hope’s third major precinct. When the former commissioner resigned after being uncovered as one of Weasel Bigg’s informants, twenty years ago, Smirnov was nominated as the new commissioner. Ever since, his precint’s territory has been a hellhole to all criminals. So much, that Bigg’s hoods speak of Smirnov as “the Gestapo”... "

Smirnov copyright LEAM1983 2002-2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.

Name: Rebound
Age: 16(In "The Common Theif") - 18(In "Horizons")
Gender: Female
Type (race): Anthro cheetah

Special powers (if applicable): Super speed, very clear memory (Circa "Horizons", minor psychic ability(mostly just able to talk to Shard in a more clear fashion), faster reflexes)
Special weaknesses (if applicable): Afraid of falling, not that she doesn't like heights, she just doesn't want to fall from them.

Appearance: Pretty normal looking cheetah with black fingers, hazel eyes, and a black mark directly under her eyes, connected to the commonly shared cheetah "tear mark" which goes nearly to the corners of her lips. Ears are black ending in white. Two black rings around her tail with white tip.
Behavior: A little shy and suspiscious until she gets to know you, or if she knows someone in a group she's pretty okay. Sarcastic and somewhat ignorant or even arrogant at times, she's always ready to goof around. Pretty much Miss Sunshine and Lollipops.
Goals: To survive to adulthood.

Mundane (normal) abilities: N/A
History: Rebound is an odd case. She was found wandering around the streets, using her amazing speed to steal food and other needed items from local merchants. Since she can easilly outrun a speeding car, she was never caught. Until someone thought to stick something under her so she'd trip. She confessed and gave back what she could, everything minus the food. She won't talk about where she came from, but her fierce fear of falling, which usually makes her like to keep both feet planted firmly on the ground, may hold a clue as to what happened in her past(See Shard's bio for that).

Rebound copyright Arrow Tibbs 2001 - 2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.

"Name: Three
Age: around his fifties by fact, although Three has the conscience, build and general mood of a twentysomething young man.
Gender: male
Type: nonhuman (Zeta Reticuli, a.k.a Grey Alien)"

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Three copyright LEAM 1983 2002-2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003. Do not take, copy or otherwise use.

"Name: Travis Connor (alias PackRat99)
Age: 29
Gender: male
Type (race): anthro rat.

Special powers : eidetic memory. He basically remembers everything he sees or hears with an exceptional level of accuracy.
Special weaknesses : coffee. Drives him very near to a seizure.

Appearance: he’s a somewhat scrawny-looking anthro rat, with gray fur that seems to be constantly moist. He usually wears ragged tennis shoes, ratty jeans, a heavy metal band t-shirt and a brown leather coat lined with sheep fur. He usually has a chewed HB crayon stuck behind his left ear.

Behavior: he’s always slightly jittery, and he seems to crunch his emotions inward in a big, ugly ball of stress. He can sometimes be found muttering alone in front of his PC or snickering nervously for various reasons.

Goals: to uncover why he’s been pulled out of his company’s payroll without notice, fired without reason. He’s ever so slightly paranoid, and his expeltion from Biocom’s staff only reinforced his certainty that there’s something rotten in the state of Denmark…

Mundane abilities: exceptional handling of mathematics, especially algorythms related to hacking or system management. OS and PC tweaking, social engineering.

History: Travis was born in Silverbrook but made it out of the slums thanks to his great prowess in crunching numbers. His life was uneventful until mid-high school, when he entered his first computing class and was hooked by the unfocused capabilities of computers.

He then abandoned his initial career choice as an accountant and took the number-crunching buisness further, taking blunt programming courses as side notes during high school and as his main program in college. He also proved his abilities as a computer technician, but wasn’t that much tempted. He finally decided to become a network technician, and quickly found his way out of college, into a company known as BioCom, which was based in Hope.

After five years of loyal services, he decided to run an unauthorized security test on his employer’s mainframe, to test its defenses. He apparently snooped around a bit too deep, tested the wrong server, but whatever the case, he was politely dismissed the next day, and givien his pink slip. He’s been trying to unearth WHY he was fired ever since. What he found, so far, hints at something which remains undescribable…

He was hired by Three, following Smirnov’s advice, to aid Eilean with her webmaster duties and to tend the Shield Compound’s network."

Travis copyright LEAM1983 2002-2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.

"Name: Weasel Biggs
Age: 45, circa Enemies in Our Midst; 47, circa Weathered
Gender: male
Type: anthro weasel

Special powers: once possessed the ability to bolster his strenght and agility via the draining of an assailant's energy pool. Power has since been removed by Three.
Special weaknesses: none

Appearance: a six-foot high anthropomorphic weasel (was previously five feet tall, but One's energy infusion stimulated his growth) wearing a sharp black-and-white suit (MiB or Pulp Fiction, for reference), sunglasses and usually chomping a big cigar stub. Your typical mafioso cartoon animal...

Behavior: Weasel’s a conniving, slithering and deceiving lord of the slums. He's somewhat prone to outbursts of uncalled rage, when excessively riled. Otherwise, he manages to keep his cool in the most violent ordeals, as he's usually the one who's pulling the trigger, so to speak. Despite all this, he has a definite trigger-happy tendency, which gives him an odd bend, although he still stays very far from insanity. Call it a behavioral quirk, if you will.

Goals: to overrun Hope’s city council and turn the city into a haven for blackmailers, petty theives and what have you. Money, money, more money all the time. Ridding the city of the Shield Compound group.

Mundane abilities: gang management, firearms handling (a bit rusty), good level of charisma.

History: Weasel was raised in Hope’s slums and taught to in the harshest way imaginable, and yet cultivated a monstrous ego. By the time he eeked out of his teens, he had murdered his parents (and they did deserve it), brought the local gangs into submission and those who wouldn’t follow his lead were categorized as good-for-nothings.

Currently, his influence has expanded to a point where most of the city's lot of corrupted lawyers, club owners, prostitutes, hitmen and petty theives claim alleigeance to him in one way or another. Rogues are still common, but living without a finite side in the slums is becoming some sort of heroic feat, as time passes."

Weasel copyright LEAM1985 2002 - 2003 Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.

Wraith...No one in particular.

Wraiths copyright LEAM1983 2002-2003. Art copyright Arrow Tibbs 2003.