Name: Arthur Meeblings. (Meep)<br/><br/>Species: Tardigrade A.K.A. 'Water Bear' Gensect<br/><br/>Appearance: Arthur is far from imposing in his appearance, mostly because he looks like an eight inch tall caterpillar. His short stubby body is a dark shade of blue that bring out his greed bulbous eyes on the side of his head. Along the sides of each segment of the four (not including his head) segments of his body he has chubby jointless arms with three peg fingers each. He likes to wear nice seeming cloths usually, obviously having to alter them from doll cloths. He sports a simple black suit jacket, a striped grey and white undershirt, tastefully tacky brown and yellow flannel pants, and a pair of magnifying half glasses that curve over his bulbous snouty face.<br/><br/>powers: Originally conceived to be the Gensect answer to the alien black widow, Meep's has many of the attributes of his spliced DNA's origins. He is capable of surviving some of the most hostile environments imaginable from heat, cold, pressure, radiation and even the vacuum of space. A creatures stomach poses no challenge to him which makes him ideal for entering a person's digestive tract( or other cavities) to eliminate eggs, spiders, or whatever else is unwanted. His size makes an attack from something like a tarantula impractical and black widows just don't have the gal for combat on the scale that Meep's offers it as he fights like three ninja's stacked on top of one another. He is also capable of eating webs like cotton candy.<br/><br/>vore preference: all forms, especially unbirth or anal ( No scat please, best to leave it out)<br/><br/>Notes: Meep's is generally a light scout and informant when he isn't performing his duties with 'internal affairs', but he does carry several sharp implements for combat purposes. For movement, he walks on his last two feet, but uses the next two in a run and then a third for a dead sprint. He alway's has a pair of hands ready, even when climbing.<br/><br/><br/>" Oh dear. That's not well." Meep's returned to the scene of last night's horrors. He needed to assess just what had taken place.  He carefully  crawled down from his rooftop his rooftop hiding to scurry onto one of the cables of the bridge. He was very careful not to step onto the actual surface of the bridge. Though he was a light step and he was aware of them, he didn't want to risk a botched encounter with any of the trap spiders. He could see some of the refuse from what had happened. A few semi automatic weapons had been left discarded as a testament to their uselessness in a panicked rush from a pack of jumpers, especially with having to reload and worry over jamming. The bridge always something of a no mans land. It just couldn't be held. the spider's were just too persistent and had a unique advantage with being able to crawl around freely under the bridge. There were a few casualties along the bridge on the spider's side, but a single victim of a spider's clutch of eggs would replace those numbers and then some. A sad sight.<br/><br/>Feeling there was little other need for him here, he continued to crawl along the framework of the bridge, making his way towards one of the holdings for the people who where fighting. He wanted to grab a few bites to eat before he went out again.