[Mojo]

Long time since I have done it, but, oh well, let's give it another try...

Name: Grob "Mojo" Z'tran
Gender: Genderless (used to be male)
Specialist Area: Electonics and Sniping
Main Arm: SE Lightning Cannon
Secondairy Arm: PAHITH Sniper Rifle
Anything else:
Grob used to be a Slig Popper, but after the revolution, he joined the resistance.
During a large fight he lost his pants AND his lower abdominen, but with the help of his technological knowledge, and Hella assisting him, he rebuilt his body. This includes new legs, which can run at extreme speed for about a minute. After this minute, Grog has to find shelter due to overheating. His legs won't function for half an hour.
After the horrible attack, he built himself two guns. The SE (Shock Em) Lightning Cannon, which has to be charged up in order to fire, and the PAHITH (Put A Hole In The Head) Sniper Rifle. This rifle supports normal ammunition, but also a special kind of paralizing darts, that Grob invented himself.
Grob holds a personal grudge against Smiling Mike, for putting him in jail for insulting him.
Though Grob seems to be very strong, he has 2 major weaknesses: He can't stand it when innocent people are harmed, and he rather fixes all sorts of malfunctions of his and his team's equipment than he fights. Give him a broken gun in the middle of a fight, and he starts repairing it, without noticing the battle...

Something like that? If there's something wrong, please say it to me.
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In the armory, Grob was doing what he loves to do, fixing things. He was busy with his newly made Lightning Cannon. The old one kept blowing up when he tried to shoot it, and if it didn't blew up, it would electrocute him.
"Now, all I gotta do is fix this here..." He closed his eyes to shield them from the bright light of the welding device. "And then I gotta switch this and this..."
He was too busy to hear the radio. The only thing that reached his mind was a vague "...arial insertion".

"Done, now it should work." he thought.

Suddenly he was tossed back and forth. That brought him out of his concentration.

Hella: DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?! GET UP TO THE ROOF!

Grob: Wh-wha?

Hella: We're on our way to battle! Get up!

Grob: O-o-ok, hang on...

Grob throws the Cannon over his back, and grabs his Sniper Rifle.

Grob: *Well, I'll have time to test my Cannon very soon*

Hella: Let's go guys! Let's get those corrupt bastards!