Name: Heckler Mc`Frogenstein
AKA: Heckles, Heck, Frogface.

Age: Mentally late teens, physically unknown.

Race: Mutant/experiment

Height Total: 6'2" , but he rarely stands to his full height, usually seen around 5 even.

Weight: 110 pounds.

Occupation: Scout, general aid in all fields and endeavors.

Weapons: A long metal spear ending in a serrated blade and many smaller staking knives kept on a belt over one shoulder.

Description: A lean figure built atop two powerful, long legs. Able to leap massive distances as well as climb nearly any surface, due to the structure of his fingers. Big, googly-orange eyes bulb in their lenses atop his wide head, each operating independently. His skin is soft with lotion made in his own body and holds a reflective, wet sheen constantly. Under his mouth (Devoid of teeth) is a vocal sac with light, fleshy pink 'lines' over it. Heckler's croak can be heard for miles at its strongest, to the distaste of many residents. It has its uses.

His fingers, too, are long as well as his toes. Often seen hiding about the plants, in water, or peering around things. When not that, aiding others in the daily going-ons or leaping about haphazardly. As his name suggests, he does tend to heckle many.

Gliding flits exist under either arm, rarely seen except when he needed to get far, fast.


Background: Lead into the pack one day by a long-standing member of the Warehouse, long become a steady member and friend. You can count on him and trust that he will rarely, if ever, become upset. Little more is known, as the person who found him has said little, and he (For all his talk) never speaks about himself.