Name: Scotch Bolt

Age: 16-19 (depends on the rp or whatever)

Quirk: Electric tape; he can shoot tape out of his hands but they contain an electric shock. He must eat 5/6 of the time to produce tape.

Height: 6'7

Occupation: Sadistic Villain

Looks: He has dirty blond hair, in a fluffy/bushy style(like he got electrocuted) he has Heterochromic eyes, his left gold, and the right chocolate brown. He has muscular build, large hands and feet, and also his signature messed up grin. (Well, when he's killing people-)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Retarded, Extravert, Funny(thinks he is), Flirty, Strategic, and Perverted. (May change)

Childhood: (This may be disturbing to some readers, reader discretion is advised. If you don't care, than don't read it. Simple)
(When he was four, he got electrocuted by lightning which messed up his nerves and gave him brain damage.) Because he couldn't think like his siblings and wasn't good at school like them, his parents abandoned him at the mall while they were doing a family visit. He had just come out of the bathroom to find out that his family wasn't anywhere to be seen. He realized that he was left alone and because he couldn't think normally, he started laughing hysterically. All the people around him were annoyed and started leaving the mall. The manager wasn't happy with this literally through Scotch into a trash bin. "Rejects like you don't belong anywhere..!" He said before slamming the lid closed. He then put the trash bin into the alley and taped it shut.
Scotch stayed inside of the dark, stinky trash bin and those words went around in his head over and over again until something inside of them snapped. The lid of a trash bin flew off, followed by a trail of purple lightning. "I don't belong anywhere... not even in the trash so don't put me there you jackass!" He mutters angrily. The lid lands back on the bin. "Parents or not... You'll pay for doing that to me! I know you hate me because I'm stupid... but I can't help that... But you can by teaching me.. and since you didn't do your job... you're gonna pay for throwing me out like garbage!" Tears prick his eyes as he talks to a wall. Then he hears familiar voices from around the building. He peeks around the corner and spots his parents and siblings. He scowls at them and his hands suddenly feel sticky. "What the heck..?" He looks down to see tape coming from his palms. He grins and an idea comes to mind. He follows behind his family and follows them home. He sneaks to his sisters bedroom and hides in the closet. She comes in and closes the door. "Scotch is such an idiot... how could he ever think that we love him?!" She giggles to herself. She takes her shirt and bra off not knowing her brother was in her room. Scotch slowly opens the door. She turns her head and gasps. He tapes her mouth shut and around her arms, all the way down to her waist, but leaves her breasts exposed. "Wow sis... I didn't know you had suck small tits!" He chuckles. Eyes wide and angrily. "Oh shut up bitch!" He smacks her, she tears up and shrivels. "Why would I even thing you love me? Why would you think I even care? All I care about... is seeing you dead..." she gasps as he grabs her breasts and sends electricity coursing throughout her body. Her eyes roll to the back of her head while her body jolts around. He sends more waves, then watches her body fall to ash. "Who's the idiot now?" She hears a shriek at the door and sees his brother crying at the door way. He thinks the table making it wrapped around him and flings him out of the second-story window. His parents come running any money here to class break. That hesitation scotch wrap staple round them both lights the room up with electricity. Their bodies good Bonaparte by the force of the electricity. Their blood splatters everywhere making the menacing grin on his face grow even wider.
"Die motherfuckers!!" Is horrifying laughter feels the house. But he soon stopped laughing when he remembers that there's someone he forgot. "Oh jackal~" he calls out for his two year old brother. Right now scotch is 14. He goes down the stairs slowly, the steps creek as he steps down. "Come here Jacky Jacky~" he calls again, giggling after. Jackal hides under the sink, Closing the yellow seeing curtain behind him. He holds onto his little puppy plush as he hears scotch call his name again, this time dragging his nails across the wall as he walks through the hall. Jackal starts quietly whimpering and tucks his knees closer to his body. "Are you... here?!" Scotch flips the couch in the living room. He then takes the lamp and starts swinging it around breaking everything. Then he stops when seeing something out of the corner of his eye. Everything goes quiet, jackal open up the curtain. Scotch appears with a large smirk on his face. "I found you~"

Kinks(giving): slapping, stabbing, electrocuting, pushing around, horseplay, choking. (Receiving): biting, kicking, punching. His biggest turn on is when he plays hide-and-seek in a dark, large, enclosed area.