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"Oh! That's my jam!"

[b]Ketlin Bolts[/b]

[b]Creation Date:[/b] 
7 years ago.

[b]Mental Age:[/b] 
23 years old.

[b]Gender:[/b] 
Male

[b]Canon:[/b] 
Original Character

[b]Personality:[/b]

Ketlin is best described by his creation date, for his overall figure reflects upon it heavily. His desire for the admiration of others, mixed with his natural dependency for attention, makes him a hopeless show off. Most of the time he's either shoving his love for music or his ideas of what's a good time down others' throats. Although an annoying character to deal with, Ketlin desires no more than to make fun out of a crappy situation; it was what he was built for after all.

Having been originally created to deal with hostile ordeals, Ketlin can keep his cool when needed. 
[b]
Short Bio:[/b]

The "Kat-Bot" army, an infantry made up of robotic cats, yes, robotic cats, had become too dark for the tastes of the great Ivan "Tinks"! The inventor put it upon himself to create a more positive advisor for the soldiers' morbid general. After all, the army was only meant as a delivery service to the mistress of a neighboring mansion, and they go out and kill one of her pets. The owner of the estate was obviously upset, and Tinks had to tone down his creations for fear of it happening again. 

Incomes Ketlin Bolts, a strangely designed, one-eyed, non-feline mech with a strange fascination for music. His intended purpose had a successful impact on the army, and for several years later he would continue his career a practical clown for it's toned down troops.

Now Ketlin awakes to find himself in a room with a whole bunch of strange characters. The first problem to pop into his mind... no one here seems in the mood for music!


[b]Abilities:[/b]

The spindly things hanging from Ketlin, which are in fact his arms and legs, are able to stretch out almost endlessly. However his limbs are like a stronger fishing line, and can break very easily. As this problem persisted, and after too much reasoned complaining, Ketlin was granted a solution to the problem: by simply attaching the severed string back to it's original injury, the two would snap back together and reform. 

Ketlin felt unstoppable with this upgrade... only for a short while, as the very next day his right arm was snapped in two when Ivan accidentally slammed the door on it.


[b]Equipment:[/b]

Ketlin only carries around with him a small radio he uses for music. Fat chance he'll get a signal from a crummy hotel room.
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Other:[/b]

(★^O^★)