Loki "Bombshell" Karver

His egg was actually sold at a private auction. His buyers being a rather eccentric rich reptilian couple. While most would have used him as some sort of body guard or even a pet, they raised him as though he were their child.

No school would take him, so they home schooled him and got him tutors. The tutors never lasted long though as he would usually play cruel pranks on them. Aside from that, however, he excelled in most scientific studies, enough so that a private school finally took him in with his promising test scores.

His school years were spent mostly in science classes, specifically robotics and engineering studies. He used to get bothered and teased by other students about things such as his aperance, but after a brawl with the entire school football team (which he won), they never bothered him again, and he was offered a place on the team (which he turned down).

Soon after, however, he was expelled from the school. He got into an argument with his instructor, which then turned into a fist fight in which his instructor ended up with some broken bones. His parents figured that that was enough schooling for him, just as well too as he was getting bored with the classes. They moved too slow for him and the women weren't easy enough.

He ended up moving out on his own, his parents buying him a small house with a garage, and a massive basement, and also a motorcycle. He spent his next few years working in different auto body shops, junk yards, electronic stores. Every job he got he would steal a few things here and there until finally his resume had more job listings than a phone book.

With all the things he stole though, he worked on what he could, making small robots to do things like bring him food, tell him the weather, fly around town and give him a birds eye view of everything. If he needed money he would use his large garage as a chop shop. To him it was a comfortable life. His parents weren't too proud of him, but he wasn't out to please them anyway.

Eventually his home was raided and he ran, fleeing charges of grand theft auto, break in entering, assault, tax evasion, and jay walking. He wasn't too worried about loosing his home though, as he had both alot of time on his hands, and a big ass trust fund for whenever his old parents die.

In the mean time, he still makes money by working on motorcycles out of a portable shop he trails behind his three wheeled motorcycle. And once in a while he'll make a neat little device that could hurt people. Together with his close buddy Kickback, he finds some buyers for his unique products.

Three such weapons he gave to Fade, Kickback, and Shrapnel as birthday presents. Fade got a Sub-Sonic Shocker, which uses focused sonic waves to fracture metals and insulation, then sends electric pulses through the micro-fractures. To Shrapnel, he gave a Harmonic Wave Cannon, which basically utilizes sound waves with enough control so that he could either extinguish a candle with it, or shatter metals. To his friend Kickback, he made a Rail Gun, which uses magnets to launch metal projectiles at speeds up to mach-7. All he asks for in return, is that they use them when they have the chance.

He sees himself as better than most every one around him. Definatly better than mammals and avians anyway. Thinking that they should either get out of his way or be thrown out of his way. This way of thinking often causes him to butt heads with Fade, but they usually don't bother eachother about it.

Money, technology, weaponry, videogames, food, and jay walking.

Cops, Jack Black, Star Trek, going around unarmed.

Abilities: He can create a number of any chemicals inside his body. Some times acidic, some times slippery, other times just some foul smelling spray. His carapace is strong enough to withstand a shot from an Abrams M-1 tank, which he could quite easily lift and toss as well. His extended mouthparts are capable of boring a hole through titanium.

Clothing Style: His clothing could be as diverse as the devices in his workshops.  Two different gloves, one a full glove that was neon green, the other a fingerless glove that was bright red.  His favorite t-shirt is black with TOXIN written along the back in loud yellow letters, except for the X which is also neon green.  He has patterns carved into his face like tattoos, mostly tribal style.  They're usually filled in with black modeling putty so they would show up better and wouldn't regenerate.  His arms are usually covered over with sleeves, the left sleeve being orange with triangle holes cut out of them, the right sleeve being more of a red mesh netting, though he has many different sleeves.  He wears big black boots with spikes on the heels and toes and black cargo pants that often have chains criss-crossing along them in random patterns.

Physical Description (Humanoid): Short and stocky with an orange, red, and yellow colour scheme. His thick shell gives him an overweight apperance but that really isn't the case as insectoids have no fat on them. He stands at 5'4", short for his species, but he makes up for that with strength and an armored ass. He has no pupils, just yellow compound eyes that make him see 20 of everything. Because of the chemical stink his body gives off, he bathes often and wears lots of cologne and deodorant. Ironically it's all the cologne and deodorant that people often find repulsive rather than his natural smell. Still, he is one well groomed bug.

Physical Description (Insectoid): In his larger form he stands at 7'9" and his carapace becomes a huge shell. His head extends to 4 feet long with a drill like mouth on the tip. He has a smooth, sleek exoskeleton, but still very bulky and short for most insectoids.

Kickback is his closest buddy, Shrapnel is a friend, he likes Fade even though they might be literally at eachothers throats once in a while.