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Title: BrothersInArms
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Brothers In Arms
Description: Brothers In Arms Inspired by the Dire Straits song of the same name, this was a pic I did a short while ago when I was trying to think of what Tod's unit in the guard would have looked like. There are actually four more pictures that go with that song, but I haven't had any time to finish them lately, so I just did the one I liked best.
Title: Expatriotredux
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Expatriot Mouse (Redux)
Description: Expatriot Mouse (Redux) A friend of mine, who I have somehow gotten interested in the world of NIMH, was having some trouble with drawing, I guess he had tried several times and couldn't get it right. So, being the kind hearted friend I am, I demonstrated some of the simple things I had learned that helped me get from stick figures to here. I was having a hard time deciding on a pose for Tod, so i just picked the one I liked best, "Expatriot Mouse" and re-did it...sort of. Really, it came out nice as a show of my progress as an artist, at least what [i]I[/i] think is progress, anyway.
Title: todjolinakiss
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Tod demonstrates the "Proper" way to 'Kiss the Bride'
Description: Tod demonstrates the "Proper" way to 'Kiss the Bride'
Title: Twins
Submitter: Tod
Summary: "Tw-Twins?"
Description: Tod gets a little bit of news about the nature of Jolina's pregnancy. This actually happened on the Muck, and I just [i]had[/i] to do the picture.
Title: Card copy
Submitter: Tod
Summary: My first real attempt at coloring in photoshop. This was the cover of a card i sent to my sister for mother's day
Description: My first real attempt at coloring in photoshop. This was the cover of a card i sent to my sister for mother's day (Long story, but it has to do with the pics 'In Loving Memory,' and 'Alone.')
Title: Expatriotredux
Submitter: Tod
Summary: A simple coloration. Just colors and shading, nothing else really.
Description: A simple coloration. Just colors and shading, nothing else really. I think i need to work on my shading skills in general, but i'm pretty sure i'm getting better...
Title: Hang in there buddy
Submitter: Tod
Description: A little something for Patrick, since he seemed to be under the gun last night working on his game project. I thought he could use a little pick-me-up. Sorry about resolution, but i had a scanner issue. The text goes: Frame 1: (Rick) Must get project done! Must get project done! Frame 2: (Rick) Huh? Wha? Frame 3: (Rick) Now who would be knockin' on my door at this time of night. Don't they know I've got work to... Frame 4: (Tod) I thought you could use a little refresher.
Title: Sleeping on the couch
Submitter: Tod
Description: Okay, this picture has taken me FOREVER to draw (strange, i drew it in about half an hour or so... but i digress) I started trying to draw Tod sleeping on something, originally it was a bench outside the Thorn Valley infirmary (LONG story) but never could get it right. I always ended up with a nice bench picture, but never a good Tod. So, today at work when i was REALLY bored, i decided to finally tackle this project, and this is the result. After nearly six years (no joke) i finally have Tod asleep on a... well couch anyway. I love this pose. The rest of the background was added for flare, this particular scene being from his apartment which (though yet to be created) has a nautical flare to the decor.
Title: Officers
Submitter: Tod
Description: This was just a comparison i drew on the differences between the general forces uniform and that of Tod in Reconaissance. I used Jolina simply because she is an officer, there are a few pics of her in field dress, and she's about the only other mouse i can draw well. One thing here, I tried to make Tod look a little more wiry than normal, since he would have been a lot younger in this picture, and this was before his hiatus, where he would have gained a certain amount of weight (though not neccessarily fat) in order to survive
Title: Father of the Bride... and groom
Submitter: Tod
Description: I decided to finally do another picture that didn't involve Tod, directly anyway. It's an interesting comparison of Martin Bishop to Vaspian Stone. I tried to make Martin look as built as possible compared to the council elder, since Martin is in charge of engineering and construction and thus does a lot of manual labor himself.
Title: Sketch of Tod as a...toddler
Submitter: Tod
Description: Here I go with my stories again... Honestly, I think I spend more time on the stories behind the pictures than I do on the pictures themselves... Martin Bishop pushed the door to his family apartment open and slipped quietly inside carrying a small package under his right arm. His face was somber and slightly worried as he passed through the living room toward his children’s bedroom. Apart from a muffled shuffle, the apartment was quiet. Too quiet. A few paces later, Martin was standing at the bedroom door where his wife, Caroline, resided leaning up against the doorpost. “How’s he doing?” Martin whispered as he gives his wife a quick hug. “Better now.” Caroline replies quietly. “He says it still hurts, but not if he doesn’t think about it. I’ve been trying to keep him occupied.” Martin nods as he looks into the bedroom. Seated on the floor amidst a mess of small toys is his youngest son, Tod. Two days ago, Tod had been caught in one of the small grain elevators still under construction in the colony’s lower levels. The whole family had been through hell hoping that little Tod wasn’t killed as what seemed like the entire community pitched in to find him. Too fresh in all their minds was Vaspian and Eloraina’s loss of their youngest son, and to lose another member of the community so soon would be unbearable. Tod had been found buried up to his waste in a silo, and covered in blood. One of the exposed gear cogs had caught his right ear on the way up, and carved out a fairly sizable chip in the young mouse’s ear. Martin had been heartbroken upon seeing his son in pain. He swore he would never forgive himself for being so careless. Now Martin stood watching Tod play aimlessly on the floor, the bandage on his right ear dominated Martin’s thoughts. After a time, Martin slowly approached and knelt down near his son, who looked up expectantly with big, shining hazel eyes. “Hi Daddy,” Tod’s meek, cheerful voice echoed in Martin’s ears. “Hi, Tod. Whatcha up to?” Martin could guess from the arrangement of a stack of small blocks that Tod had some major building project underway, but he asked anyway. “I’m building a place for us to live, just like you.” “Oh, really. Let me see here.” Martin said as he acted as inspector. The display was actually fairly impressive, even for a toddler: several stories high and very well organized. “This,” Tod said pointing to an opening in the front of the stack, “is the entrance, waaay underground. And this,” pointing to other spots on the structure, “is the dining hall, and here’s the courtyard, and the workshop, and the guard house,” atop the building, “and here’s our apartment,” Tod finished, beaming with pride. Martin noticed it was situated almost perfectly in relation to where their apartment REALLY was. ‘This kid’s gonna be an architect some day,’ Martin thought to himself. “Well, I’m really impressed,” which wasn’t a lie. “But what about the council chamber?” Tod shuffles his bare feet on the floor a moment in thought. “Umm, I didn’t think they really needed a place. They can just use the dining hall.” Martin chuckles. He had used almost those exact words a few months ago when they were planning that construction project. “Well, at least they’ve got some place. Now,” Martin says setting his package on the ground and picking his son up. He couldn’t help but notice Tod’s lack of clothing, the young mouse was dressed only in his fur, something that was becoming a trend with this boy. Martin hoped it was just a phase. “How are you feeling today?” Tod winces a little as Martin brushes the bandage on his wounded ear. “Okay I guess. Eloraina says it’ll hurt less in a few days.” “I see,” Martin examines the bandage. There’s a hint of brown showing through, obviously from dried blood. “Did you see Eloraina today?” “Yeah,” Tod says half-heartedly. The trauma of the last few days has obviously not worn off yet. Tod brightens up a bit and looks his father in the eye. “That pretty girl was there too.” Martin laughs sets Tod back on the floor. “You mean Jolina.” “Yeah, Jolina” Tod struggles with the name, “she was there. I think she’s pretty.” Martin had forgotten that Tod had a crush on Vaspian’s older daughter, who was just barely an adolescent. “Well, I think she’s a little old for you right now. Maybe someday,” though Martin seriously doubted that. He had to admit, though, Jolina had been more than helpful when Tod came into the infirmary covered in blood and balling. She’d been the only one who could calm Tod down, and keep him sitting so they could bandage his ear. Martin turns to the package he brought in with him. “Okay, now, I brought something for you.” Martin picks up the little box as Tod energetically bounces on the floor. “You have to promise me, though, that you’re gonna take good care of it.” “I promise, I promise,” Tod says, now standing. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I promise!” Martin opens the box and pulls out a small brass instrument, round and roughly the size of the palm of his hand, from which hangs a long leather strap. Martin kneels down and places it into Tod's eager hands. Tod’s face lights up, his mouth agape at its simple beauty. “What is it?” Tod inquires as he sits down on the floor, staring at it. Martin reaches over and flips open the top, revealing a crystal lens behind which a small card imprinted with an elaborate compass rose floats, rotating itself to align with north. “It’s a compass, a very special compass. We made it especially for you.” Tod doesn’t say a word as he examines the compass, flipping up the sight lens and rotating the body as he watches in fascination as the card counters his moves to keep itself aligned. After a moment, Martin steps back and moves to his wife’s side as his youngest son continues to look upon the new treasure, captivated by its simple elegance. “Where did you get that?” Caroline asks as she slips an arm around his waste. “Some of the guys down at the shop made that. Took me by surprise too. It fits him well, though. At least it will, once he’s big enough to use it.” Martin smiles as he watches Tod try and figure out the compass, which looks enormous in the little mouse’s paws. “It’s beautiful, Martin,” Caroline whispers as she plants a kiss on the side of his muzzle. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Title: Some Scars Never Fade...
Submitter: Tod
Description: Some scars never fade. They stay with us through our lives. They remind us of who we are and what we've done. They are our blessings, and our curses. They go with us in our travels. They teach us hard lessons and echo of the pain they inflicted. They tell sad stories of love and loss, triumph and agony. Our scars are the memories of the almosts, the could have beens, and the never weres. They are forged into our lives, branded on us never to leave. This is the story behind Tod’s. A cold breeze rustles the grass surrounding what is commonly referred to as the anthill, a large mound in the middle of the junkyard that the recon boys commonly use as an outpost. Near the top of the hill, a small glint flashes gold, like the reflection off of brass. Behind that glare, a mouse sits and waits calmly, patiently, quietly. Tod Bishop lowers his eye from the scope on his rifle and glances down at his vest, and the newly sewn on lieutenant stripes on his shoulder. Just yesterday, Tod became the youngest lieutenant ever in the NIMHmice colony. He didn’t ask for it, and honestly doesn’t want the added responsibility, but the extra authority sure feels nice. A quiet burst of static echoes through his earpiece. “Sir,” the voice inquires, “Are you gonna stop gawking at your stripes and focus here?” Tod smiles and presses the com button on his radio. “Shut up Terry. There’s nothing going on out here anyway.” The line goes quiet for a moment. Tod peers back through his scope and down at he sergeant, Terrance Malloy, some feet to away hidden in a small thicket. “Lieutenant, sir?” Terry speaks again. “What are we doing out here, anyway?” “Somebody told somebody told the captain that there were rats out here. He wants us running point in case any of them try and slip through.” “I see. And how long are we gonna be out here.” The young lieutenant sighs. “A few more minutes, why? You got a hot date or something?” “Well, yeah.” Terry states, matter-of-factly. Tod chuckles, he forgot that terry really isn’t interested in the whole guard career like Tod is. The sergeant’s tour will be up in a few weeks, and Terry has plans with one of the girls back at the colony. Tod takes to scanning the surrounding area with his scope again, and sees nothing. Four hours out here and still no sign of anything. Not even a bird or squirrel. Strange, Tod finally realizes. Other than himself and Terry, there doesn’t seem to be a single living organism anywhere close, save a few bacteria. Tod adjusts the power setting on his scope, bringing it to full magnification as he starts to scan the local area again. Something is bothering him. A flash catches Tod’s eye and he stops. Quickly, Tod pans back to where he saw the flash and looks. Nothing. Tod waits, trying to see if something comes out. Still, he sees nothing. Tod is just about to move on when he catches it, a hint of movement and a flash of gray streak across his vision. Tod frantically pans with the scope to keep up. All at once the movement stops, Tod strains to see what it was. His heart sinks. There in the center of his crosshairs is the unmistakable outline of a rat. “Terry,” Tod whispers, his tone serious. “Sir?” Terry replies, equally serious having read the tone in Tod’s voice. “I got one bogey, about three feet to your left. I think he sees you.” “Where, I don’t see him?” Tod pulls up on the bolt to his rifle and slides it back until it stops, then twists the bolt down a little and continues pulling, preloading the high power spring. With a muffled click, the spring seats itself and Tod slides the bolt back shut. “Tod,” Terry says, anxiously. “I see it, and it’s not alone.” Tod pans his rifle both directions, and sees what Terry sees. Indeed, there are at least three rats hiding, poised to attack at any time. With a light twang, Tod pulls the set trigger on his rifle, then moves his finger up to the hair trigger, poised to fire. Tod watches as the first one jumps up to attack. Terry fires first as the rat clears its hiding, Then Tod fires, catching the second rat in the action. As he moves to re-cock his rifle, Tod jumps out of his hiding spot and sprints toward the sergeant’s position. Several other hidden rats lash out as Tod pushes his legs to move his body faster. With a loud snap, Tod slams the bolt on his rifle shut and levels it on the nearest rat. Tod pulls the trigger. The rifle hisses air as it sends its dart careening to it’s mark. Tod switches cannels on his radio as he works to reload his gun for another shot. “CQ! CQ!” Tod shouts as he runs, “This is Recon 5 under attack! Request backup!” “Recon 5, this is this is command. Say again, you are under attack?” “Confirmed” Tod snaps the bolt on his rifle shut and fires at a random rat, now almost within striking distance. “They’ve got us flanked!” In the distance, a whistle sounds as the nearest forces are diverted to their help. Tod watches in horror as Terry’s post is overrun. He can her a clash of metal and a help of pain as the sergeant struggles to hold off the attackers. “Terry!” Tod shouts as he unloads another round into the mess. All the rats turn and stare at the newcomer, startled by the presence of another mouse. Tod drops his empty clip and snaps in a fresh one as the rats turn to attack him. Without warning, a large mess of darts stream over the adjacent hill as reinforcements arrive. The rats, now realizing that sticking around is hopeless, run in a disorganized panic. Tod furiously unloads shot after shot at them, hitting some. “Recon 5, this is strike team alpha.” A voice bursts over the radio. “We heard you could use a hand.” “There headed east, looks like they’re turning to run.” Tod replies as he makes for his fallen comrade. “Roger, we’re in pursuit.” Tod watches a small army of mice come marching over the hill. He has to admit, he’s never been happier to see them. Tod turns and makes for Terry’s outpost. As the troops move off, everything around Tod goes eerily quiet. His ears perk up, something’s not right. A telltale snap echoes from somewhere to his left. Tod turns, and is cut off by a large looming figure. The rat stands, furious, with blood streaming from several parts of its body. Tod moves to pull his rifle up to defend himself, but the rat charges him before he can, knocking the weapon free. Tod reels from the rat’s blow, spinning to avoid falling on the various shards of glass that litter the immediate area, glinting in the dusk sun. The rat charges again, this time more intensely. Tod falls backwards and lands his foot on the rat’s stomach as it attempts to clobber him. The weight of the enormous creature strain’s Tod’s leg, but the mouse doesn’t give way as he hurls the rat head over heals past him. Once free, Tod stands, his leg reeling from the impact of the rat’s weight, and spots his rifle a few feet away. He sprints for it. A sharp pain spikes up Tod’s back as he realizes something has taken hold of his tail. Tod turns to see, and finds the rat ahold of it, reeling him in like he’s a fish. Tod turns and faces the rat head on as it hauls him up by the scruff of his neck and stares him in the eyes. “Did you think that was funny, little mouse?” The rat snarls. “Actually,” Tod coughs, “I did.” The rat becomes infuriated and throws Tod’s body backwards through the yard. As Tod hits the ground, he feels something cut across his back, something sharp. Tod turns to see a shard of glass behind him, sticking up out of the ground, with a spot of red and a tuft of fur on its tip, his fur. The rat is now bearing down on him as Tod grabs the nearest thing he can find to defend himself with, a piece of nail roughly two inches long. The rat lunges, but Tod, now on his feet, dodges and whales his weapon across the rat’s back. The rat stumbles, surprised by the mouse’s move. It recovers and attacks again, and Tod defends again, all the while losing speed as his body starts to reel from blood loss. The rat seems to sense it as it works, trying to wear him down until it can take its final revenge. The rat stands, facing Tod as the mouse pants with exhaustion. Tod stares back, but not at the rat. Instead, he can see his rifle, just beyond the rat, sitting prone on the ground. Tod spins the nail in his hands, and stands in a fighting stance, staring at the rat as he motions it to attack with his left hand. The rat charges, and so does Tod. Just before they meet, Tod digs his weapon into the ground and pole-vaults into the rat’s chest, knocking it down and using it as a springboard to reach his rifle. The rat recovers and charges Tod as Tod reloads the gun and turns to meet the rat. The rat gets there before Tod has time to sight it in, so the mouse simply jabs the thing into the rat’s chest and pulls the trigger. The rat’s eyes bug wide with a moment of surprise, then it slowly stumbles back as the poison on the tip of the dart starts to set in. The rat takes a few steps, lazily falling back onto the ground and kicking once convulsively, dead. Tod staggers to his feet and uses his rifle as a crutch as he makes for Terry’s outpost. His fur is turning dark read from the blood leaching out of the gash in his back. Tod is woozy, and knows that if he doesn’t get help soon he’ll die. Right now, though, that’s not his concern. He worries about Terry. In the distance he can hear the general forces, calling out their positions to each other as the hunt the remaining rats down. Tod stumbles up to Terry’s battered body and collapses. He uses an arm to nudge the sergeant, who opens a lazy eye and stares uncomprehendingly back. “Tell Kris…” Terry speaks, his voice raspy and labored. “Tell her I love her.” “Don’t, Terry.” Tod says, equally hoarse. “Don’t you die on me. Not now.” Terry drifts off, exhaling quietly and his body going limp, the pupils of his dark eyes dilating fully, as Tod hears the sound of voices approaching. The voices of mice. Soldiers. Tod tries to revive his friend, but feels his own strength give out. The nerves on his back are screaming now, realizing that they’ve been severed. Tod tries to remain coherent, but can’t. He slips away into unconsciousness, and everything goes black. A single, lone figure walks silently through the community corridors. His pace is slow, and he leans heavily on a makeshift cane, limping as he moves. He is in full dress uniform, a rare sight for the figure. However, he carries no ceremonial weapons, and he wears none of his medals. In his free hand he carries two things, an envelope and the council medal of honor. Both of these have purpose for him. Lieutenant Tod Bishop painfully pushes the doors to the guard assembly hall open. The vast expanse of the room is filled to capacity, but the chamber is quiet. All members of the community have come down here for this, a tragic, occasion. Sitting on the makeshift stage at the far end of the room lay a small box, a coffin. Many members of the crowd rise as Tod makes his way toward his fallen comrade. Sergeant Terrence Malloy had been more than just a fellow soldier to Tod, he was a friend, one that can’t be replaced. Tod takes little heed of the showing by the crowd as he winces from the pain of the stitches in his back. In the front row, seated closest to the coffin, Tod sees the other five members of his Recon unit, all dressed as he is. All standing at attention. Tod stops, turns, and returns their salute before approaching the coffin. Tears begin to show at the sides of Tod’s eyes as he stares down at the lifeless face inside. “You shouldn’t be lying here,” Tod whispers. “I should.” Tod rests his cane next to the coffin and braces himself with his hips as he pins his medal of honor on the his friend’s uniform. “Sleep well, Terry.” Tod straightens himself back up and retrieves his cane. He salutes to everyone, and no one, before turning to the line of commanding officers behind him. Tod approaches the newly promoted General Jolina Stone and stands at attention. “At ease, lieutenant.” Jolina states softly. She isn’t lost on the significance of Tod’s lack of show. The lieutenant isn’t wearing his medals for a reason. Tod relaxes and hands the General the envelope. “It’s over, General.” “What do you mean?” Tod doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving everybody baffled in his wake. Jolina stares at the envelope in her hand for a moment. Slowly, she opens it and unfolds the paper inside. Her heart sinks. At the top, the heading states in large, bold text ‘Letter of Resignation.’ At the bottom is Tod’s signature. The door closes behind Tod, leaving the six remaining members of Recon 5, the guard, and the crowd behind in stunned silence.
Title: The Bishop Family
Submitter: Tod
Description: Left to Right: Eliana, Mitchell, Caroline, Martin, Tod, and Jonathan. Patriarch, Martin Bishop: Department head for Maintenance and Engineering for the NimhMice Colony, Martin is a first generation mouse, having come directly from NIMH. His fur is charcoal gray, with a light gray patch winding up his stomach and onto his face, encompassing the area around both of his dark brown eyes. Powerful and lean from years working in the shops, Martin takes pride in the fact that he is the one responsible for constructing the mice colony. He’s a strong willed and persistent person, often times coming across as harsh when people don’t listen to him. He commands respect of both his workers and the council, though not a council member himself. Martin prefers to be working to fix problems rather than discussing how to fix them. As a father, Martin can be somewhat overbearing, though not on purpose. He pushes his children often, wanting them to lead successful and meaningful lives. For the most part, he’s proud, except on the subject of Tod, where he feels he’s failed somewhere. His second youngest was slated for a promising and illustrious career in the guard, only to by cut short. When Tod left the colony, Martin was nothing short of heartbroken, thinking that it was his fault. Upon Tod’s return, the two came to terms with the differences between them, although Martin often tries to set Tod up in different prominent positions, still hoping his son will be an integral part of the community. On a side note, Martin has never really gotten over the loss his best friend and neighbor at NIMH, a mouse he held in the highest regard both before and during their incarceration. His respect for Jonathan Brisby is so that he named his first son after his friend. Matriarch, Caroline Ages Bishop: Husband of Martin Bishop and niece of one Mr. Ages. A strange mix of sandy and white fur encompasses her thin, yet strong frame, her light brown and blue eyes always shining with a smile. Caroline spends her days managing the kitchen, often drafting her husband and children to help her on the major occasions. Caroline is an assertive woman, never taking no for an answer if she knows she doesn’t have to. She rules the kitchen with the tenacity of an iron chef, garnering the respect of her workers. She, like Tod, has a slight lack of affinity for clothing, although Caroline is not as blunt or flagrant as her son can be. She does have some reservations about Tod’s hiatus, knowing full well that he’s not the same mouse that left, in more ways than one. Caroline’s life became somewhat more complicated when her youngest, Mitchell, was born. She and Martin hadn’t really planned on having another child, but with all her older children finally moving out, she welcomes another little rascal running around the family apartment. Off all her children, it is Eliana that she is most proud of, her oldest being a prominent and assertive teacher destined to run the entire school department some day. As any mother would, Caroline waits longingly for her children to settle down with someone, although she seriously doubts that one in particular will ever find someone, given his rebellious nature. The Oldest, Eliana: Motherly and kind by nature, Eliana is the oldest of the four Bishop children. Physically, she takes greatly after her mother, her modest, slender figure accented by an odd mix of dark gray and tan fur, the latter of which mimics her father by encompassing her face and deep blue eyes. Of all the Bishop children, Eliana is by far the most successful, being the youngest member of the community to serve on the education board. Eliana is driven by her love for children and want to better the community. As for her brothers, well, Eliana treats them all as different as they are. She adores Mitchell, often coming over for long hours just to play with her kid brother. Jonathan she holds in high regard because of his position in the community archives. Tod is another story. In all honesty, Eliana worries about her younger brother. She has no illusions about his exodus from the community, or why he did it. Eliana feels that her brother is acting irresponsibly in reaction to events that were beyond his control. Often she will mother him, something that Tod simply can’t stand. Still, Eliana tries, hoping that Tod won’t make some any mistakes he will regret in the future. However, Eliana is the only one, besides Mitchell, who doesn’t blame Tod for not doing as he was expected. Sometimes she wishes she had done the same, although Eliana wouldn’t admit it to anyone. The Oldest Brother, Jonathan: Named after his father’s best friend from NIMH, Jonathan is a mild mannered and reserved mouse. He shares a mix of his father and mother’s fur tones, most of his body being the same dark charcoal gray of his father, broken by a snow white patch on his stomach and a par of sandy spots on his back, as well as a pair of deep green eyes that shine through his glasses. Tall and thin, an attractive young male, Jonathan is not quite as powerful or well built as his younger brother, nor as quick and nimble, since he spent very little time in the guard due to a mistake that left him with a broken let that never really healed right and often pains him. Jonathan is the personable member of the family, with by far the most friends of any of them. He spends his days working the community archives and library. Since he works the archives, Jonathan is known as one of the best experts in legality in the community. By default, Jonathan has acted as lawyer for many of the community’s most flamboyant cases, as well as legal council for his younger brother during many of the instances Tod managed to get himself into trouble. The Little Rascal, Mitchell: Little Mitchell came as a surprise to everyone, including his parents. Mitchell’s tiny body is the spitting image of his old man in form, with a spot on match of color to his mother, and two huge, shining blue eyes. By far the youngest, his nearest sibling, Tod, a full adult when he was born, Mitchell is a high strung and energetic little guy, often more than a handful for whomever is watching him at the time. Mitchell is a very smart boy, full of wonder. For his parents, Mitchell is what keeps them young, having somehow managed to inherit his father’s stubbornness and mother’s charm. Mitchell openly idolizes his next oldest sibling, and is captivated by the stories of Tod’s escapades in the wild. It’s pretty much a given that Mitchell will go into the guard career one day, many, many years from now. Martin often feels like this is his chance at redemption, having wanted Tod to go continue a career in the guard. Caroline is a bit worried about it, though, seeing as how both her sons’ careers in the guard came to violent endings. In any case, Caroline is more than thrilled to have another little bundle of joy running around the house. The Middle Son, Tod: Tod is by far the most unusual member of the family. His restless spirit lead him away from his expected career and out into the big world. A thin and nimble mouse, his body toned from time spent both in the guard and the wild, Tod is a fair match for just about anyone in the community, although he would never take it upon himself to demonstrate that. His fur is somewhat of a mystery, the light gray obviously taken from his father, the white fur of his stomach a throwback to his mother, but the two brown spots on his hind feet a tossup as well as his hazel eyes. Tod knows his father is disappointed in him, but makes no reservations about it. Following the encounter with a sewer rat that left him scarred and ended his short, flamboyant career in the guard, Tod took exile from the community, feeling he failed his family somehow. After a period of roaming, Tod returned to the colony to try and find a place for himself. His heart, though, still remains on the horizon, but less so now since a strange series of events has recently unfolded that makes Tod realize what he wants most in life: a family of his own.
Title: Tod and Duane conspire
Submitter: Tod
Description: This is based off an RP that got started, but hasn't been worked on too much since some "other" things have come up. I still liked it though.
Title: Tod pops the question...
Submitter: Tod
Description: Taken from the log of the RP where this happened... (I had to pair it down a little, so i apologize for the briefness, but there was a little too much information there.) "Jolina, I know this may seem kinda sudden, but I want you to know that I’m not taking this lightly. I had intended on waiting 'till I discussed this with your father, but..." Tod kneels... Jolina doesn’t know what to say.. her free hand comes to her cheek, and she makes a meek smile.. "y-yes?.." she says. Her legs feel a bit week, but the strength in her heart keeps her steady. Her heart has never been so loud in her chest. Tod reveals the object he's so carefully hidden until now. It's small, not fancy or flamboyant, but it doesn't have to be. it's just a ring. Tod looks up into Jolina's yes, his face somber and serious, but loving. "Jolina Stone," Tod starts formally, "I would be honored if," Tod slides the ring up onto her finger, "you would marry me."
Title: Tod's Rifle (Concept)
Submitter: Tod
Description: The Mark 12X Recon rifle, property of Lt.(res) Tod Bishop. The Mark 12X is a variant of the Mark 12A bolt action sniper air dart rifle currently in limited use. The Mk. 12X utilizes a shorter barrel and two-stage bolt mechanism for use in high intensity situations. The shorter barrel allows for less weight and greater manueaverability, while still maintaining most of the Mk. 12A's accuracy at long range. The two stage bolt (one of the larges variations from the Mk. 12A) is designed for service operations. The first stage utilizes a lighter than normal spring in the air piston to allow for quick, snappy reloading, and uses only the rear trigger for firing. The second stage utilizes a much higher rate spring inset with the primary spring, and allows for a drastic increase in muzzle velocity and range. When the rifle is cocked to the second stage (which is done by rotating the bolt down slightly and pulling it back to the secondary catch) the primary trigger becomes a set trigger, and the secondary trigger (used only in this application) becomes a hair firing trigger. The Mk. 12X also utilizes a larger (20 dart) magazine to facilitate fewer reloads. It can use the Mk. 12A's smaller, 7 dart box as well. Another variation from the Mk. 12A is the vastly larger scope and addition of open sights with a look-through. The larger scope is an addition designed to aid Recon officers by allowing them to use it instead of binoculars, thus lightening thier load. the open sights were added for close combat situations where the scope cannot be utilized. All told, only one Mk. 12X is known to exist, but considerations have been made to produce additional units for the currently active Recon soldiers.
Title: "This is embarrassing..."
Submitter: Tod
Description: I sharpened up my old writing skills, or at least blew some of the rust off, to come up with a little short behind this picture, spoofed off of the MUCK. I don't have any real coloring pc software, so i colered that in paint, becase without color, it wouldn't make any sense. Here's the story: Tod stood quietly before the members of the Elder’s council. Vaspian quietly shuffled a few papers on the podium in front of him. The room was not packed by any means. Only a few other souls were present as witnesses to the proceedings, as well as General Jolina Stone, who was acting as prosecution in this case. For all of them, this was becoming a regular occurrence. “General Stone,” Vaspian started, “What are the charges here?” Jolina, dressed in full formal uniform, stood at attention and read from a file folder in her hands. “Tod Bishop, former lieutenant in command of Recon unit 5, has been seen in repeated violation of Code 304 on community dress standards.” Jolina looked up over the top of the folder, “I don’t need to remind you that this is not his first time.” Vaspian nodded and turned to the younger mouse, who was wearing nothing more than a kaki field vest, and sighed. “Lieutenant?” Vaspian spoke. Tod didn’t respond; instead he seemed more interested in looking at who had showed up for his hearing. “Lieutenant!” Vaspian barked. Tod finally turned and called himself to attention, albeit slowly. “Sir,” Tod addressed, “That title no longer applies to me. I resigned years ago.” Vaspian could only stare at Tod’s flagrant disregard for authority. It took a lot of guts to say what Tod just said in front of the council. Vaspian cleared his throat. “You were once a lieutenant, is that not right?” Tod stood and replied in turn, “Yes, that is correct.” “And you have been called back to duty several times over the last few years, is that correct?” Vaspian continued “Yes.” “Then do you have a problem with being called by your rank? Do you have something against the guard? Or us?” Tod sighed, obviously aggravated. “Yes, I have a problem with being called by my ‘rank’. That’s not an association I want to be made. I left the guard. Everybody knows that. And they know why I left. I don’t see why everybody has to keep referring to me as ‘the lieutenant’ every time I get dragged in here. My name’s Tod Bishop. That’s it. No guard affiliation, no ‘lieutenant’, nothing. Just Tod Bishop.” Vaspian let the young mouse vent for a moment before returning to the matter at hand. It was obvious that Tod thought this whole thing was absolutely ridiculous. Once Tod quit talking, Vaspian picked up the folder in front of him and looked over Tod’s rap sheet. Aside from a few running violations and the occasional disobeying orders or unsafe work practices, Tod was relatively clean. No conspiracies, no violence, nothing. Except for Dress Code violation. Vaspian counted up all the instances (there were a lot of them) that Tod had been cited for improper dress, or public indecency. “I see you’ve been caught for Dress code violation,” Vaspian said as he counted, “what is it, fifteen times?” Tod looked up, and in a matter of fact tone stated, “Nineteen. Four were settled out of hearing.” Vaspian looked up surprised. Nineteen? That had to be some sort of record. “I see,” Vaspian stated stroking his chin. “May I ask why you persist?” “The same reason I give you every time. I simply don’t understand why you guys make such a big deal out of it. We’re mice for God’s sake, why do we have to wear clothes at all? It just doesn’t make any sense to me. Besides, I feel more comfortable this way. Always have.” “We have a dress code because that’s what sets us apart from the feral world. It’s part of our protection as a community. We’re civilized here, and thus we act as such. Is that so hard to understand?” “For you, maybe not. But remember, I spent a year on the outside, living in the so called ‘feral world.’ My point of view on the subject may be a little harder to grasp, seeing as how I lived with several ‘feral’ mice, all of which seemed fairly ‘civilized’ to me.” Vaspian chuckled. He forgot how fond Tod was of the outside world. The young mouse had a restless spirit, and somewhere along the way had become a staunch non-conformist. Still, though, rules were rules, and those who break them must be punished. “Well, I take it you’re not going to try and fight the accusations, like usual?” “I never have.” Vaspian read a few excerpts from Tod’s past hearings and contemplated for a moment. “Well, that you were, or are, rather, in direct violation of Code 304 is no debate. However, I come to a problem when it comes on the subject of punishment. It appears we’ve thrown everything at you we can think of, and thus far nothing has worked.” “We could always exile him.” Lucent, to Vaspian’s left, joked, “That’d solve all our problems.” “Over a dress code violation?” Vaspian scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous!” “I have a suggestion,” Jolina stated. “Yes, General?” Vaspian inquired. Jolina side-glanced Tod, who now seemed extremely attentive. “Pinky,” Jolina said to her subordinate, “Go get that package.” Pinky quickly exited the council chamber as Jolina approached the council bench. “Have any of you ever read The Scarlet Letter?” Vaspian nodded, as did several other council members. Jolina continued, “I believe that the concept presented there may be useful here.” “How so?” Elder Patricia inquired. Pinky returned carrying a small bundle. “With this…” Jolina said stepping aside as Pinky approached the bench and revealed the contents of the package. “Oh,” Tod sighed in despair, “You have got to be kidding me…” Tod emerged from the council chamber holding his vest, and with an obvious look of disdain on his face. All of the council members, Vaspian included, were trying their dammedest not to break out laughing. Even the normally stoic Jolina was attempting to stifle a laugh. “Do…you…understand,” Vaspian tried to say, “the…terms of your…sentence?” Tod didn’t respond; he just stood there, the butt end of a cruel joke. “Two weeks. You are not…to be seen out in public without that…on for two weeks.” Vaspian chuckled. Tod looked down at the bright pink jumpsuit he was wearing. “This is embarrassing,” he whispered, nodding his head. Tod looked up at the laughing Jolina and scowled. “I hope you’re happy.”
Title: Vincent and Tod and a Tiki Bar
Submitter: Tod
Description: Vincent says, "Hey Tod, you got the time?" Tod replies, "It's five o'clock...somewhere." Thanks mal for the inspiration on this one. I really wish it was in color, but alas i still have yet to figure that out.
Title: The ROVeR (quick concept 1)
Submitter: Tod
Description: Reconaissance and Operations VEhicle for Rodents A Quick 5 minute sketch of what you get when an engineering student with a mouse on the brain looks at a nitro RC car. Really wouldn't take much for them to convert one if they got their hands on it. Could be fun. I doubt it'd actually happen on MUCK, but what a ride it would be. This is actually based on a Nitro R/C buggy platform. Kinda hard to see, but there is an actual gas engine in there (on the other side of the driver's seat) Probably not the most practical vehicle, but what the heck. Specs: 4-wheel drive 2-speed automatic shift transmission .25 cu. in. 2.5 hp motor Full steel roll cage and aluminum side plating for protection in the quite likeley event of a rollover. Top speed 60+ Mph Would make a great heavy weapons platform, able to handle the largest armament the mice could come up with.
Title: Jolina and Tod
Submitter: Tod
Description: This hasn't happened yet on MUCK, but i assume it eventually will. Probably something like this... Jolina scowls at the flagrant disregard for rules smirking back at her. This isn't the first time she's caught Tod in direct violation of her orders, not to mention the dress code. "Do you have a problem with my authority?" Jolina barks. Tod shifts and places a hand on his hip. "No, Jolina, I don't have a problem with YOUR authority," Tod states, still smiling. "I just have a problem with authority, that's all."
Title: A Little Family fun
Submitter: Tod
Description: A little game of hide and seek in the woods. My first real pic with an 'extensive' background
Title: Simply Tod
Submitter: Tod
Description: This is Tod. No more no less... Rebel. Troublemaker. Freeloader. Smart aleck. (The last one’s being kind.) Those are just a few words Tod knows he’s been referred to as. He doesn’t take offense to them, however. Quite the opposite as a matter of fact. Tod is a carefree spirit that has a problem with authority, a knack for survival, and a quick wit that has a tendency to get him into trouble. The former lieutenant lives his life a day at a time. He holds no defined position in the community, and ‘floats’ jobs from day to day. He’s not idle by any means, often working long hours and late nights. Tod simply pitches in wherever he feels he’s needed on a given day, a sort of jack of all trades, and over the course of his life Tod has worked just about every job in the community at least once, save the council positions. But behind his bright, clear eyes hides a dark tragedy Tod can never forget. His career a as a guard member ended after an encounter with a rat running a recon screen with his best friend, a sergeant named Terrence. Tod was critically wounded across the back, which is where he got the scar, and Terry was killed in action trying to defend him. No help was ever sent to them, and they weren’t found until long after the fighting was over. After Terry’s death, Tod had lost faith in the system, and left the community. He was bitter about what had happened, stating that the politics of the chain of command were directly responsible for the sergeant’s death. He spent nearly a year on his own before returning to the colony. In his time away, he lost the hard, bitter edge his personality had developed, but behind the witty jokes and lighthearted persona there is still a hint of sadness. Of all the mice, Tod probably knows the city best, having explored almost all of it. He never minds being the ‘tour guide’ when small expeditions are sent out into the city. Tod honed his feral instincts as well during his exodus, and combined with the skills learned in his days running recon, he is an incredible fighter when need be. Tod is excellent at stealth, a deadly accurate sharpshooter, and among the most skilled with a blade in the community, though you’d never really know it to look at him. There are rare occasions when Tod will allow himself to be called back to duty to defend the community, but they are very few and far between, and he will only remain as long as he is needed, not a second longer. Tod is still wary of the guard, not to mention the intelligence community (namely Janus) and council. He generally steers clear of any of them unless absolutely necessary. On a side note, Tod is well known for his lack of affinity for the colony dress code, and is rarely ever seen wearing more than his simple field vest. This particular part if his persona came about during his exodus, where his lifestyle was as close to feral as one could get without actually being. Hence, Tod no longer felt any real reason to wear more clothing than he had to, something that has gotten him in trouble on more than one occasion.
Title: In Loving Memory...
Submitter: Tod
Description: This is a copy of the picture i did for my sister's baby. The original is pretty much indecipherable, and the original copy (which is color) is buried with her baby. This is probably...no IS the most heartfelt picture i've ever done.
Title: Jonathan and Paul
Submitter: Tod
Description: This is a quiant little pic i did a little while ago when i was working on starting a story entitled In the Beginning and was wondering what Jonathan Brisby's brother would have looked like if he had one. Mostly, i was just wondering how Jonathan's trademark spots would have been shared. On a side note, the name Paul Brisby is a tribute to Paul S. Gibbs, seeing as how i needed a name and if it hadn't been for him, i wouldn't be here right now, doing this stuff. So, this one's for you, Paul...
Title: Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Brisby
Submitter: Tod
Description: Dunno why i did this one, really. I guess i just though this wouldn't be a NIMH gallery without a picture of Mrs. Brisby. Thought about doing this with rick and kassy, but i wanted to ask them before i did it.
Title: Lieutenant Bishop
Submitter: Tod
Description: The (slightly) more serious side of Tod, the reservit lieutenant of the NIMHmice guard. Tod prettymuch wrote the book on Reconaissance work, and has garnered enough respect from command that usually they don't mind his disregard for rules, specifically dress code. Tod does the job no one else really wants, go behind enemy lines, alone, and report. His rifle, a bolt action variant of the air powered sniper rifle, utilizes a double action system that can be set for a short range, easy recock or a heavy load, harder recock for longer range, precision shots (which also utilizes the weapons set and hair triggers.) The scope is actually WAY overpowered for the gun, but that's not it's primary purpose. Tod uses the scope for gathering intellegence, rather than carry binoculars. The rifle aslo has a look through and standard open sights for short range. Tod also carries his trusty blade, slung over his back, for those close encounters where the rifle would be more of a hindrance.
Title: The REAL Rat Pack
Submitter: Tod
Description: say left to right: Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Pete Lawford, and Sammy Davis Jr. Or, more specifically, Justin, Xavier, Phillip, and Thomas.
Title: The General, The outsiders, and The Rebel
Submitter: Tod
Description: Taken from NIMHmuck last weekend, this was the scene from the cafeteria at the nimhmice colony when Jolina spotted Timothy and Cynthia and tried to nail them for public indecency. As she manhandled the two of them, Tod showed up wearing only a vest and a towel wrapped around his waste, which didn't make her any happier...
Title: Tod
Submitter: admin
Title: Prisoner
Submitter: admin
Description: Here's (part of) the story behind his pic. Timothy hit the ground hard. He felt something wedge itself between his stomach and the floor, then lift and roll him over onto his back. As his head battled with the hazy realm of unconsciousness, he barely registered a pair of cold hands fastening something heavy to his wrists and ankles. The muted sounds of voices echoed through his head, voices he didn’t recognize. “Is…e sti…alive?” “S..ill bre…ng.” Timothy moaned softly as he felt something nudge him. His mind hurt, his body hurt, everything hurt. He tried, in spite of it all, to listen to what his captors were saying. “H…’s al…ve. If y…u had…’t …oughed…im up s…bad he pro…ly …ouldn’t be ou… cold.” “L…ck hi… up wi… th…ther one. The… e’ll go ge…enner.” Timothy felt himself moving, the floor scraped against his numb body. There were a series of metallic clanks, then darkness, silence. Timothy struggled, but the quiet overcame him, and he slipped back into unconsciousness.
Title: Ex-Patriot
Submitter: admin
Title: Don't leave
Submitter: admin
Title: Alone
Submitter: admin
Title: formal
Submitter: Tod
Summary: "Formal" Tod
Description: Other than the [i]Occasional[/i] event where Tod would use his old uniform, this is about as formal as it gets for the rebellious mouse. I'm working on coloring this one, but I'm still learning how to do that, so it may take some time.
Title: Oliver Sketch
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Finally! A New Image! This is the rough sketch of my alt, a rat named Oliver.
Description: Though I have every intention of coloring this eventually (which may be months considering how I am) for some reason I really liked the way this pic looked as a sketch, so I decided to post it "as-is". The character is named Oliver. He's a NIMHrat living in thorn valley. (I have yet to do some serious rp with him, but i'll get there) A young and aspiring rat who wants to be in the guard, Oliver is an adventerous spirit, though a little bit timid. He is still not experienced in the ways of the world, but is very eager to learn.
Title: Happy Birthday Rick
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Finished! well, sort of. I apologize, but i didn't have time to do any shading on it.
Description: Finished! well, sort of. I apologize, but i didn't have time to do any shading on it. Anyway, I tried to include everybody i could think of that would be there, and this is what i came up with. I hope you like it, Patrick.
Title: Erika Malloy
Submitter: Tod
Summary: An experiment in colors an shading (and inking with a better pen), this is Erika in color. I know I skipped finishing a couple requests to do this, but i needed a simpler picture to work on to figure shading and lighting out. i think it came out okay, bu
Description: An experiment in colors an shading (and inking with a better pen), this is Erika in color. I know I skipped finishing a couple requests to do this, but i needed a simpler picture to work on to figure shading and lighting out. i think it came out okay, but it needs a background.
Title: For Rick
Submitter: Tod
Summary: For a good friend who seems to be under a lot of stress lately...
Description: Patrick seemed pretty stressed out lately, especially considering his last pic, so this is for him. I thought he might need a shoulder to rest on, and someone to pick him up off the floor after he collapsed from all those energy drinks. If you ever need a friend to talk to, or simply just wanna vent, let me know. i'm a good listener, Patrick, i try not to be judgemental. And dude, you gotta lay off the caffine. (just joking) (P.S. would someone let me know if the colors are kinda messed up? i did this on my laptop and had a heck of a time trying to shade because the screen was hard to register changes in color.)
Title: CrazyFox
Submitter: Tod
Summary: 'Me' (the person) as a fox...more or less....
Description: Something i did for an image on my minibaja website account, this is kind of my 'peronal' look at myself as a fox. It's unshaded, because i just didn't find the time. Yep, that's me, 'Crazy like a Fox'
Title: I AM NOT A COMPUTER GEEK!!!
Submitter: Tod
Summary: For anyone who ever wondered what this mouse lives like...
Description: I got a digital camera this week, and so this is a shot of my 'computer corner' of my apartment. Yes, you can count 'em. there are four computers in that corner, all working, all but one hooked up and running. Yep, i honestly don't consider myself a computer geek. in all honesty, i don't know much about 'em. Yep. You all really believe me, don't you.
Title: Car Launch
Submitter: Tod
Description: Okay, so maybe i didn't pull the front wheels of the ground like that, or twist the frame that bad, or wrinkle the slicks like that (they weren't even on the car at the time) but i had one heck of a time doing it. Not colored yet, but this is what my 'weekender' car looks like, IRL. except right now it is sitting with a blown motor (bad thing about a stick shift, it's really easy to screw something up...) *5 points for the first person to tell me what /is/ wrong with this picture*
Title: TodCAD
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Fun with AutoCAD
Description: A just for fun profile drawn up in AutoCAD.
Title: For Greg
Submitter: Tod
Summary: A (late) birthday image for Greg Busby. The second character is supposed to be a mouse version of him, tho it came out looking like Timothy Brisby. Done quickly i didn't have time to color it, but i figured i'd post it for him anyway, since i promised him
Description: A (late) birthday image for Greg Busby. The second character is supposed to be a mouse version of him, tho it came out looking like Timothy Brisby. Done quickly i didn't have time to color it, but i figured i'd post it for him anyway, since i promised him would. Anyhow, hope ya like it.
Title: The Blues Mice
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Hey! I can still draw!!...I think...
Description: Something for Mal and Rick I did today while I was watching Blues Brothers 2000. I like it. There's a few things i'm not happy with, like the pose of their hands, and my symmetry needs some work, but eh? it's a learning process.
Title: Blues Brothers (color)
Submitter: Tod
Description: A quick and dirty coloring in Photoshop, then superimposed over the /original/ Blues Mobile (1973 Monaco Police package with a "440 Cubic inch plant, cop tires, cop suspension and cop gears")
Title: Tod
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Contrary to popular belief, no, I am not dead. Sorry, you all are gonna hafta put off your celebrations for a bit longer.
Description: Contrary to popular belief, no, I am not dead. Sorry, you all are gonna hafta put off your celebrations for a bit longer. I guess this one can be entitled 'Truckstop Salvation', though it has nothing to do with religion. I got a new job at the T/A in Canton working nights, and was rather bored one night. Copy paper is a nice medium to draw on. This was actually the first picture I worked on using a tablet (my recent, and last computer related purchase for a while.) Still unhappy with some details, but I'm getting a bit better, I think.
Title: Aloha1
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Aloha
Description: Something I doodled up when I stopped and visited MAL during my trip to Florida. I'm not entirely happy with how Vincent came out, something's off, but I'm overall happy with it. Sorry for the bad quality, I don't have a scanner here at the hotel, and Kinko's wanted $2.00 a page to scan, so i just shot an image with my digital camera.
Title: neverwithoutfight
Submitter: Tod
Summary: Never Without a Fight!
Description: Old tigers sensing the end are at their most fierce, and they go down fighting. -Alan Quartermain, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen This is what happens when I watch Rambo while mucking. All the activity about the NIMHmouse colony collapsing, so I decided to draw something. Don't ask me how this ends, I don't know yet. All I know is that somebody is in the fight of their life...