Bebop (Deadlock)

Gender: Male
Species: Golem
Age: Unknown
Height: 1.98 meters/6.50 feet
Skin: None
Eyes: Bright green with one on the left side and two smaller ones on the right
Hair: None
Body: Made up of a variety of scrap and parts with a maroon red and yellow color scheme. The right arm is a hand than can swap to a small focused laser while the left arm has a massively larger shoulder pauldron to hold up a giant arm with a wrecking ball-esq mallet.
Attire: Baggy grey shorts, utility belt with pockets stretching down the right leg
Other: None

Likes: Miss Shelly, jazz, fighting, "organics" to some degree.
Hates: Lash, people threatening Miss Shelly, most "organics"

"I'll do whatever it takes to save Miss Shelly."

"People get me all wrong. I'm not interested in violence for violence's sake! I'm interested in violence for money's sake."

"Ready to start some trouble with me, mates?"

"Who wants to play with ol' Bebop, ay?"

"The only way this day gets any better is if I get to punch Lash in the face."

Weapons: His laser, his wrecking arm, his grapple hand, homemade sticky bombs.

Powers: Immense durability, skilled fighter, his laser is used as a short-medium ranged weapon and wrecking arm as a powerful melee when close, his hand which can expand and fire with a cable to pull enemies in, homemade sticky bombs that explode after a short delay, can supercharge his laser into a continuous giant purple laser with enough energy.

Forged by the hands of a widowed junk yard attendant; Bebop was more than just some scrap golem laborer... he was the son she couldn't have. Together they would work in the iron yard during the day, and listen to jazz at night. It was a predictable, if not comforting routine. But now, Bebop's creator has fallen ill and while Miss Shelly wouldn't approve of the activities that Bebop does at night to pay for her medicine, what she doesn't know can't hurt her.