Name: Dimitri Makarov Street Name: Новый Гай [Russian for 'New guy'] Grew up in: Born in Moscow, Russia, moved to Kempton, Palmont when 5 Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 6'2 Weight: 150 LBS Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Build: Stocky Attire: White undershirt, Black Ecko Unltd Hoodie, Jeans, Logger boots Personality: Dogged, Determined on revenge for an event in the past Vehicle: 2007 Jaguar XK, only mods are Michellen Pilot Super Sport tires and KNN Air filter and intake
Equipment: Keys, Nokia Lumia 635, MP443 Supressed Backstory: Growing up to a family of Russian immigrants, Dimitri quickly learned his way around the projects of Kempton. When his family struggled to make ends meet, Dimitri was forced to pitch in somehow, and the Mafia, at the time, seemed to be a great option. The high pay coupled with the sense of brotherhood sucked Dimitri in, however, after years of service, one of his best friends betrayed him, framing him for another one of his friend's murder. Dimitri maintained contact with a few faithfuls to him even through imprisonment, and those friends will help him even now with discounts on goods such as cars, upgrades, and weapons. Now that he has been taken up by the PPD as an undercover agent, he will do whatever it takes to bring the organization that made him into the ruin he is today to it's ashes. Occupation: Russian Mob Member [undercover] How good does he drive? 7/10 Aspirations: To bring down the mafia and a old friend who betrayed him with it. Skills and flaws: Good at stealing cars for cash, can be willed to do things easily if he knows you well. Racer Type: Agressive Residence: Kempton, Palmont
I said before that I may make a ricer character later in the RPG... but you know what? Doing it NOW x-( My 4th and my last starting character.
Name: Robert Trevor
Street name: Robbie Ricer
Grown up in: Palmont city, California, USA
Appearance: Height: 5’8” Weight: 110 lbs Hair: Short dark blue with lime stripes here and there ‘cause coloured hair with sprays or paint Eyes: Right one is blue, left is green No contact lenses. He was born a ricer. Build: Borderline underweight Attire: Dark blue or lime shirt sometimes with a dark blue or lime jacket over it depending on the weather. Some dark jeans. Dark blue & lime flashy shoes. Dark blue & lime flashy glasses with dark blue baseball hat at times.
Personality: A noob who races just for fun and don't disturbs anyone directly. But the looks of his car may cause him to disturb people indirectly. His english isn't the best but not terrible either. he's a 21 years old noob and he knows it. However it must be mentioned he’s ok when it comes to street racing. He’s a noob just in terms of general knowledge. Overall a very simple and assumed guy.
Trivial information: Robert likes certain music and has a tendency of listening to music while driving, turning the speakers on max volume.
Vehicle: Pearlescent Dark Blue 2005 Nissan 350z 4WD Drivetrain Conversion Top Speed Limiter Remove S1 Drivetrain, Suspension, Tires, Brakes and WR Lightweight Battery Dry Carbon Hood ChargeSpeed GT Wide Body Kit APR Performance Universal CF GTC-300 Adjustable Wing (67”) 10 kg Sound System (Speakers & Amplifiers) Lightweight Driver Seat (Sparco, Green color)
APR Performance Universal GT3 Mirrors Coloured Tire Smoke (Dark Blue) Lime Body Lighting Vinyl Some 2nd Vinyl 20" Lowenhart LSR Wheels (Custom Blue) CF Dual Roof Scoops Pulsing Blue Underglow Neon Blue Engine Neon Lime Trunk Neon Blue Interior LED Lights Dark Lime Window Tint Custom Blue Headlights Custom Tail Lights Custom Lime Exhaust Type Black “4WD Z” Decal placed at the top of Front Windshield White “RICER” Decal placed at the top of Rear Window “N00B” Custom Front License Plate (dark blue highlight and lime text)
Equipment: Keys, flashy wallet, cellular, blue and lime small laser pointers, pack of gum, flashy laptop and headphones.
History: This guy was born in Downtown, Palmont city. He grown up along with his twin brother surrounded by street racing, causing him to mess up with school. When he was 18 Robert managed to get a driver license and finally entered the world of street racing with an older Z taken from the junkyard. Most of the cash he had at that time was obviously spent on fixing and upgrading the Z minorly. As his parents kicked Robert out of their apartment, he had to find a place of his own. Fortunately Robert found such a place shortly. His twin brother who was also a street racer allowed Robert to live with him inside a small home trailer, but better than nothing. With that set, the teen could focus more on street racing to eventually find out he’s an average driver. It was enough to gain a bit of cash from street races but not just that. Robert pink slipped a stock 350z with his modified older 300ZX… even so his older Z got heavily damaged around the finish line of that race because the female driver of the pink 350z got mad x-( So Robbie sold whatever the fuck was left of his 300ZX at a low price but not before randomly saying “you little pink gorillas i pink slipped a little pink Z with my not pink slipped Z” to his twin brother and the other mad female racer at the finish line, who kicked Robert in the nuts before leaving. First thing he wanted to do with the Z was changing its color. However, certain people had other plans so the first that happened to his car was facing thrown tomatoes, almost painting the whole car in red for free. Soon enough he got hired at a Taco Bell fast-food restaurant in Downtown Palmont and sometimes also began working at Graphics/Car Specialities Shops located in Palmont city. In the last 32 months Robert used pretty much all the earned cash from both street races and his job to upgrade and rice his Z Nissan. He also attempted using his body as a human shield sometimes thanks to several people throwing small stones and/or tomatoes at his riced car. Good news is that Robert’s twin brother had a rented garage during this time and allowed the poor man to store his riced car in, but he is currently saving cash for a place of his own and also looks to rent a garage of his own.
Favorite Food: Rice with little pink gorilla meat with milk
Occupation: Works at Downtown Palmont Taco Bell fast-food restaurant during dem weekdays and also part time worker at Graphics/Car Specialities in Palmont city.
Aspirations: Have fun with his friends/people he just knows/h8ers… and survive the jungle along with his riced car if possible.
Skills and flaws: An average all around driver and awesome ricer MLG R1CER 5K1LL5 F0R R3@L. Also awesome when it comes to defend his car from tomatoes attack, has ultimate resistance. It’s super effective! But kinda terrible when it comes to general knowledge, drifting, technique and ball/stones attacks :’(
On a scale of 1-10,1 being terrible and 10 being best driver in existence, how well does your character think he/she drives? 5 he really sees himself as average and he’s right
Racer Type: Considering the amount of stunts required to survive the jungle and defend his car I guess he's a Stuntman lol
Residence: Old Quarter, Downtown Palmont
Crew: nope, not yet at least
Theme Song: Lil Jon ft The EastSide Boyz - Get Low
Versus Robbie Theme Song: Mastodon - Blood And Thunder
Grew up in: Rosewood, Pennsylvania (not from MW2005, from Pretty Little Liars)
Age: 20 (November 11, 1993)
Appearance: Height: 5"11 Weight: 175 lbs Hair: Military-grade shave Eyes: Blistering Black Build: Your average american soldier, but with extra lower body muscle. Attire: Black jeans, White New Balance sneakers, Midnight Blue sweater with with two-tone long sleeve T-shirt underneath, and Timex waterproof wristwatch.
Personality: Seth here, is a mysterious young man. You can call him a shapeshifter of sorts, actually. If he's around the tough guy crowd, his aura gives off an intimidating vibe that says "No one can touch me." Around soft-spoken and humble people however, he turns into a much more approachable person and somewhat shy. And when he's alone, he's just a silent soul walking the streets of Morgan Beach. He sees street racing as a proving ground to prove to himself that he can be perfect in one way or another. Unlike John, Seth's mysteriousness lets him blend in with the crowd as just another face. A mind gamer, he constantly psyches out his opponents by driving erratically.
Having just moved into Darke County 2 months ago, he hasn't got much friends in this town, so we really can't tell much about how he acts socially. Everyone either sees Seth as a restaurant manager in a 4-door Skyline, or a racer in a Golf R32. Underneath all this mystery though, Seth is a weak young adult whose past has disillusioned his view of the world outside his hometown of Rosewood, and has an overwhelming desire to find a way to be "perfect" in his view.
Seth's past: As a young boy growing up in Rosewood, he's always been a smart young man and moderately popular. All this makes him sound like the perfect kid, but he wasn't any good at sports whatsoever, and that bothered his parents Heinrich and Andrea. However, since his grades seemed to go nowhere but up, they just ignored it and even gave him gifts from time-to-time. You see, the Simmons family is well-off, as his father Heinrich was a well-known businessman in Rosewood, and his mother Andrea a best-selling writer on dating advice.
Seth, however, started developing interest in cars and the like as he saw a midnight blue Skyline GT-R racing past the neighborhood heading west to who knows where. He loved the way it looked, as it whipped through the main street bending some mailboxes nearby. At this point, Seth was 16, and on his way to graduating from High School, so he was at legal driving age. Since his parents had given him a green Lotus Elise for a graduation gift, he figured "Why not learn how to use this car properly?" So he looked up google about cars and the like, and it eventually led him to results of street racing lore. He was obsessed with someday driving the streets at the same speeds as that man in the GT-R.
One night, as Seth was taking his Elise out for a spin, he spotted two street racers at the start of the courtyard straightaway - one of them was the school bully in a 350Z, the other was a stranger in a Lancer Evolution V. The bully noticed "The pretty boy in his pretty little Lotus", and bet all the cash he was carrying on Seth not even making second place, around $80. Seth, one to adapt to situations like these, didn't back down and joined in. At the end of the race, Seth didn't win, but he was only behind the man in the Evolution by a few hairs in second place. The bully handed Seth the cash as promised and sped off without saying a word. This is were he realized the thrill of street racing - it wasn't just the cash, it was chasing down the Lancer giving him the ultimate thrill ride and observing his opponent play mind games everytime the Elise got closer. The man in the Evolution eventually stepped out of his car for a few words with Seth. He introduced himself as Raven "Delta" Smart, the best street racer not just in Rosewood, but in the whole state of Pennsylvania. Delta offered Seth to teach him the ways of racing, as he was impressed that a 1.8 NA 2ZZ-GE was able to almost take the win from his Lan-Evo in a straight line. Seth accepted, and for the next three months before graduation, he spend three nights a week going out to the courtyard for runs and tutelage under Delta. Raven taught him everything he knew, how the AWD system is a huge benefit, and his cerebral racing style. All was well for those three months, in fact, it was true "perfection" for Seth as he really felt perfectly home here at the courtyard, getting better with every race he took place in.
However, one night, as Seth was coming home from his usual Thursday night race meet, his parents were right outside the gate of their garage, catching him in the act. They told him they've hired some spectators to see if their son really was doing suspicious things during these nights, and sure enough they were watching him race for the past week, reporting to his parents the next morning. Heinrich then decided to sell the Elise, and promised Seth he would never touch a steering wheel as long as Heinrich was alive. In the days after he stopped racing, his grades declined, as a result of him daydreaming about those three months of perfection. His parents pressured him into becoming a smart kid again, but it was too much for Seth to bear - he had to get back into racing one way or another. He had to prove to himself that high grades weren't perfection, but being happy street racing was. One night, he went out to the race meet and told Delta about his sudden disappearance. Raven sympathized with his young student and confessed to him that he was retiring from street racing, so why not take his car, his name "Delta", leave town, and race free towards the west coast? Seth willingly took his offer, and left town with all his belongings towards the west coast.
Over the next four years, Seth raced in small towns leading west and had a great reputation among the country folks. However as soon as he was the established best racer in the town, he left and headed further west to another town - he never really got that perfect feeling again even if he was racing again in his mentor's car. It wasn't perfect if he didn't feel like he was at home, which was the vibe he got from Rosewood. This cycle repeated itself until he reached the edge of the west coast, Darke County. There, he sold the Evolution V, swapped it for a Golf R32, and took a 4-door Skyline for his daily driving and job, which was being the owner of Footy's Diner at Morgan Beach - quite a high paying gig. There was something different about this place, though. It felt like home, even if he'd just been there for a few minutes. Maybe here, he can finally recapture that feeling of perfection he felt the first three months he was racing in Rosewood - maybe, he can feel at home again.
Or so he thinks.
Favorite food: Beef Jerky, served Footy's Style.
Occupation: Owner of Footy's Diner, Morgan Beach branch.
Skills and flaws: An exceptional cornering mind, Seth's one of the best in the county at taking the rough turns and bends in the city of Palmont. The secret to his speed in corners is that his speeds stay constant throughout the entrance and exit - he stays off the brake pedal for as long as possible to get the most speed out of the curb. This is very difficult especially in a heavy ass 4WD car like the Golf R32, but he finds ways to do it. All this might make him look like a grip abusing smooth operator, but he can actually make the car slide despite its complex 4motion AWD system with great accel control. Despite that, Seth chooses gripping as it suits his style more. However, his reaction time isn't that great, which is only made up by his paddle shifting wizardry, and as a result isn't the best at taking straightaways despite his drag racing start in racing - the perfect driver for a Tuner like the Golf.
Those aren't Seth's only flaws, though - as he exerts extra effort to play mind games with his opponents, there's not much energy left for him to go all out once he's done playing with his opponent's psyche. Plus, he focuses too much in races, which makes him overdo things and lose races as a result. He's also a timid guy underneath - a rare kind in the racing world which won't be good for him in the long run, not in Darke County.
On a scale of 1-10, how well does your character think he drives?:
As I said, Seth is a timid young man, so he rates himself a 6.5.
Racer Style: Cerebral (Cornering master, mind gamer, adaptive, but are middling at best in the straights)
Aspiration: The desire for a homely place, and the feeling of perfection while street racing - all of which can be gained by taking over the city.
Residence: Morgan Beachfront, Kempton
Theme Song: Hard Drivers - Ekstrak
Alternative theme song: Rockstar(Jason Nevins remix) - N.E.R.D.
Versus Delta theme song: My Curse - Killswitch Engage
VS Delta alt. theme song: Edge of the Earth- 30 Seconds to Mars
Appearance: Height: 5”9 Weight: 127 lbs Hair: Long, curly, brunette. Eyes: Blistering black Build: Tall and slender, amazing for figure skating. Attire: Figure skating jogging pants, Purple hooded jacket, grey T-shirt, heeled New Balance shoes.
Personality: Katrina’s that intimidating but beautiful girl you always wanted to befriend back in college. At times, she’s a very warm person around her friends, and other times she gives them the cold shoulder. She’s also a very charismatic and persuasive young woman - she can make you do things you wouldn’t otherwise do if she didn’t tell you it was “fun”. Amaze is named just that because she’s amazing at almost everything she does. Street racing should just be another walk in the park to her just like skating and college, right?
Underneath this layer of being the on-off girl next door, she cares deeply for those she treasures the most, but usually shows it only when it’s too late. It’s something she always regrets, but somehow can’t change. The fact that she does everything so amazingly leaves her cold to other people’s attempts to impress her.
Vehicle: 2010 Mazda RX-8 R3
Mods: Pettit Racing UK Supercharger kit Stage II, RO_JA Formula 2 “19 rims, 3M Dark Silver Tint
Katrina’s past: Ever since she could walk, she could skate. Ever since she became literate, she was wowing teachers, boys, parents, you name it. You could say Katrina had it all, but as I said, she has an intimidating aura about her. As a result, she has few friends left whom she truly treasures. Aside from that little bump she was quite the gifted girl - Almost everything she did was so impressive, there was almost nothing left that could amaze her.
That is, until one night, a week before her 21st birthday, as she was coming home from a session of figure skating lessons in the family’s E-150 van, a pair of street racers in a Mercedes Benz C63 AMG Black Series and a Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX sped by the van, both nearly hitting Katrina at 150 MPH, and continued further down Ocean View’s main road. Katrina’s eyes lit up as their brake lights lit up to slow down for the next corner. For the first time since she first crushed on a boy, she was both shocked and amazed at what she was seeing, something so similar to figure skating, yet unique in its own way. As if her own reflection in the van’s window was talking to her, she convinced herself to try doing what they were doing, since it was fun, right?
As Katrina’s birthday approached, she asked her father who owned both the Autozone and the Palmont Motors Fortuna branch for a car that fit her the most, since her mother would’ve given her something like one of those typical girl toys such as a Mini. Her father, a very good salesman who knows just what his customers want everytime be it cars or aftermarket parts, gave her a car not commonly seen in the United States - an RX-8 R3, and in Royal Purple too!
As soon as she received it, she took it out for a first spin around Fortuna at full speed. There, she discovered that her figure skating skills have carried over into her driving - no unnecessary movements, all precision, and great balance. All of that made a great combination with the RX-8, which made her quite the late night sight in Fortuna, drifting through the corners and inclines as if she was doing one of her fancy figure skating maneuvers, and leaving a local legend of a purple shadow haunting north Fortuna. She never raced, though, as she wanted to either see the same drivers she saw that night again, or another racer who had the same amazing aura, before she started doing it herself.
Until now, a year and a half after seeing the two racers, Amaze still hasn’t officially entered a race, but she drifts around the main roads and the hairpins of Fortuna on weekends, and occasionally attends races in hopes of seeing another great driver make her eyes light up. She’s recently heard of a Crystal White MX-5 making itself known against a white Golf R32 and a blue 240SX at Palmont’s highway, and Katrina is determined to see either one of those three drivers in the next race she attends to see if one of them is the real thing.
Favorite food: Chocolate Ice Cream
Occupation: Fashion designer at the clothing shop next to Autozone Fortuna, plus $3500 monthly college allowance from her parents
Skills and flaws: She is a very focused young woman, with many priorities such as college, fashion designing, figure skating, and driving. In the corners, her control of the rotary engine mirrors that of legendary RX-7 driver Mike “MADMIKE” Whiddet, able to stretch drifts out even into straightaways without much loss in speed. Katrina is willing to push the limits of her skills everytime she goes out for a drive, much like her 13B RENESIS revs to 10k. Even if she doesn’t take the best line, she can still go through corners as if she was taking the perfect line, therefore possibly tricking her opponents into taking bad lines. However, much like how her rotary has poor fuel economy, she also has a failing in her ability to keep driving her fastest consistently.
Other than that, we don’t know much else about her racing flaws since she’s never actually raced yet.
How well does Katrina think she drives?: As she’s still learning, she could only give herself a 7.5 at most.
Racer Style: Stuntman
Aspiration: For now, she wants to see a great driver for a third time to finally kickstart herself into street racing. Katrina takes pride in her figure skating and her driving, so she constantly tries to get better at it whenever she can.
Resides in: Ocean Drive, Fortuna
Theme song: Antonio Vivaldi - The Four Seasons, Spring - 1st Movement
Alternate theme song: Chopin’s Raindrops, prelude op 28, no. 15
Name: Jack Erde Street name: Blood Racer Age: 20 Height: 7'5 Weight: 89 pounds Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Build: Athletic Attire: Black shirt with red stripes, car keys, phone, backpack with some important stuff, and wallet Personality: Friendly guy. He also has a sense of humor and a skilled ricer Car: Toyota Supra
Engine: TMS 2JZ-GTE TOYOTA SUPRA MKIV (MK4) ENGINE HEAD STAGE 4: RACE SPEC Custom parts: Bride racing seat. All seats except the driver's seat are removed for less weight. ADR 20' rims, Verge carbon fiber hood, Suspension Techniques Sway Bar Kit, High-Performance aluminum/rubber rear shock mounts (optional solid bearing mounts), race spec turbo charger, and race spec tires
History: Son of Takashi, the top racer in the neighborhood, has a really rich family. At the age of 20, his family gave him a stock Toyota Supra. With the finances he have, he mostly spent it on his car because he has a desire to be the best racer like his dad. While travelling home after some brief meeting, two racers swiftly passed him. Determined, he also put the heat on his car. However, one of the racers hit the back of the Supra and the car did a 360 turn offroad thus dealing a great damage
After a few months of repair, he is back on track with his upgraded Supra. He will continue racing until he find the mystery man who crashed his car hard. Months later, he became a street legend on his neighborhood but it's still not enough. He will still pursue the hitter and will still aim to be the world's best racer.
Occupation: He still haven't any jobs due to his focus at the hitter and the desire to be the best racer How good does he drive? He's pretty bad at driving when he was young but arcade racing made his racing skills better so 9 Aspirations: Find the hitter and be the best racer in the world. Racer type: Speed and have skills at drifting Skills and flaws: Naturally, he's a nice guy and only gets mad when something happens to his car Residence: Rockport
Grew up in: King Avenue, Paradise City, Ecruteak County
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair: Blonde, long and messy, occasionally ponytail
Eyes: Maroon with a tint of red
Attire: Black funeral T-Shirt, Gray jogging pants, Converse Chuck Taylor’s
Personality: When Steven’s not driving around, terrorizing racers and cops alike, he’s a recluse at home. Rather than most recluses who live in the past, he’s trying to remember his past but in the most destructive way - hurting himself and other people around him. A sensitive man, he gets pissed very easily when provoked - and it’s still unknown what provokes him. When he’s provoked, he starts utilizing anything he can to strike down what/whoever provoked him. Formerly a very friendly and overall “sane” person three years ago, his near-fatal accident has sent him off the deep end.
Equipment: Steering wheel lock, which doubles as a blunt object to hit people with, and a small bottle of Gatorade Orange.
History: Born into a middle-class family in Paradise City, most of Steven’s childhood was somewhat uneventful. Paradise City being the street racing mecca it is, at least three were held around the area of King Avenue every week, therefore he always saw a quite a bit of action below his building. And with Paradise City being the most violent street racing city in the west coast, it was guaranteed that at least one racer was going to get wrecked by smashing into Steven’s building every race.
At the age of 22, he passed the driving test(which included a lot of elements of Paradise City-styled street racing), and earned his C class permit to start driving(read: racing). Along with his permit, Steven received a 1970 Dodge Charger 500 for stunt driving and aggressive racing. Steven started his first street race at the heart of Downtown Paradise, finishing up at the Lone Stallion Ranch to the west. At first, he stood back and watched the other racers try to wreck one another, but when one lone El Camino tried smashing the vintage Charger into a bus, it triggered an untapped part of his personality that made him want to make the other guy pay.
Steven fought with the El Camino for the entirety of the bridge leading into White Mountain, until the Charger pummelled the El Camino into a split ramp. For the first time, the normally naive and friendly Steven felt a sense of relief by hurting another human being. Several months passed, with Steven doing various challenges around the city in his Charger, such as smashing through billboards, putting himself in danger by doing barrel rolls in the most unnecessary places, and drifting around nearly every corner like a maniac.
Over the radio, months later, Steven was informed that a foreigner had brought in a flashy but very versatile car into the I-88 expressway - a Nissan Skyline GT-R M-spec. Whoever could smash the car into a wall first was awarded the GT-R at the local junkyard. The Charger’s driver immediately took the nearest stunt ramp into the highway, and by chance, landed on the Skyline, wrecking it. He took the car from the junkyard, repaired it fully, and used it for the rest of his time in Paradise City, applying additional upgrades over the two years he spent racing in Ecruteak County.
Towards the end of his time as both a sane member of society and a racer in Paradise City, he was now the Time Road Rule king of the whole city, with his Carbon-body Skyline dominating the competition by either outspeeding exotics or pummeling the muscle cars that even dared to try. Steven however, stayed true to his friendly and humble self even as king of the street racing scene in Ecruteak County. Until one day, a racer from out of town, also driving a Skyline R34, challenged him to a one-on-one grudge race for the crown of Time Road Rule king, from east to west.
Things were normal in the race at first, slight rams here and there. However, at the Lawrence tunnel, things went horribly wrong as the driver of the other GT-R decided to sandwich Steven into the inner wall, leading into a dirt ramp on his lane, and by horrible luck, a bus was in front of him, crushing the car and nearly killing Steven.
The other R34 sped off out of town nonchalantly, as if he never noticed what happened behind him. Steven was sent south to Rosewood Hospital in Darke County, as the hospital care in Ecruteak County was shit, where he spent the next three years in a coma and was diagnosed with amnesia. Now out of the hospital and recovering from both his conditions, he has turned into the polar opposite of the previous Steven - formerly friendly, now a vicious loner, formerly didn’t like ramming much, now abuses it. All he does everyday is try to remember who he was, and why he’s the way he is now. As he re-entered street racing in a used Lexus SC400, he earned the name "Odachi" as a great source of danger on the road, slicing through the traffic and delivering critical blows to other racers with his heavy frame like the Japanese greatsword he was named after. Either way, he’s out to terrorize the scene in Darke County, and nobody’s gonna stop him. Not even the goddamned Blacklist.
Favorite food: Nothing. He just goes through the meals at this point, then lies in bed going mad trying to remember his past.
Occupation: None at this point, too mentally unstable. He does get $3500 support from his father every month, though.
Aspirations: To remember his past entirely, so that he can regain his sanity, and to get even with the man who caused the crash that destroyed his life.
Skills and flaws: Steven is a very tenacious man, going out of his way to chase down his prey on the streets to punish them by repeatedly ramming them. His reaction time is also great, noticing traffic at least a half second before other racers do, either avoiding them or attempting to get them to crash into the car. He also has superhuman reflexes, learned from his time in Paradise City doing various stunts. However, his angry style of driving leaves him reliant on drifting through corners, which while usually is a fairly quick way around the bends, slows him down quite a bit as he can’t hold the line at all during corners. Also, he can get overly aggressive at times, which costs him races by focusing on punishing instead of winning.
On a scale of 1-10,1 being terrible and 10 being best driver in existence, how well does your character think he/she drives?: Steven would rate himself a 6 since he doesn’t remember much about his past as the time road rule king of Paradise City, but in recent races he’s pulled off some of the moves he’s done in the past, boosting his confidence.
Racer Type: Smokeshow
Residence: Highlander Stadium, Rosewood
Theme song: Coheed and Cambria - Welcome Home
Alt theme song: Yousei Teikoku - Call my Name
Vs Odachi: Yousei Teikoku - Kikai Shoujo Gensou
Vs Odachi alt: T.M. Revolution - Heart of Sword
Last Edit: Sept 22, 2014 19:51:23 GMT 1 by Deleted
Equipment: Keys, Green Laser Pointer, Wallet, Swiss Army Knife, Pepper Spray, iPhone 5S, Tazer
Skills: Technique, Defensive, Occasionally Dirty
Driving rating: 6/10
Likes: Proving Muscle Car drivers, and Rich boys that his cars are far from rice burners or 4-bangers
Hair: Tom DeLonge Style Hair (Black)
Weight: 185 lbs
Attire: Angels and Airwaves T-Shirt with regular jeans and unzipped jacket
Personality: Kind and Friendly, but can be hostile towards enemies, can also try to act like a troll, drives dirty when threatened by other drivers, Also likes to prove the rich boys wrong in a street race
Appearance: Height: Weight: Hair: kinda short, brown, stubble beard Eyes: green-brown Build: average body Attire: blank black shirt, black pants, dark gray shoes, silver chain with mercedes logo, somewhat round glasses (black/silver)
Personality: This guy may look like a real gangster, but he’s actually a very sympathetic guy. He often tells some jokes or anything funny in conservations making fun of others or even himself. He also looks very serious all the time, he also grins sometimes, but doesn’t really laugh about his own jokes. Also, you shouldn’t get mad at him or take most of his jokes serious. Dominik only races for fun, since he has enough money he makes with his music, but he will try to win some races. He’s also a calm guy, so don’t expect getting rammed by him. He’s also a good friend of Cal "raflp" Carlson.
Vehicle: 1995 Nissan Skyline GT-R [R33] (silver); no visual upgrades; 18” stock rims (silver); stock spoiler; sparco race seats (black); Top Speed Limiter Remove; Lightweight Battery; S2 Drivetrain; S1 Suspension, Tires and Brakes (more upgrades will be added while playing)
1975 Mercedes 280c w114 (dark blue); (non-participating, daily driven); no upgrades at all.
Equipment: Wallet (filled with identity document, cash and more important stuff), Keys (duh), samsung galaxy s4 phone, watch, chewing gum
Favorite Food: pizza
Occupation: german rapper
Aspirations: nothing much
Skills and flaws: TBA
On a scale of 1-10,1 being terrible and 10 being best driver in existence, how well does your character think he/she drives? 6
Racer Type: Dragster
Residence: Ocean Hills, Point Camden, Camden, Rockport City
Ladies, gentlemen, rookies and veterans alike, I present to you, my finest work of art yet. Well, second finest. Name: Ashton Blake
Street name: Exia
Grown up in: Reno, NV, U.S.A.
Appearance: Height: 5’11” Weight: 182 lbs. Hair: Spiky dark brown hair and a light circle beard of the same color Eyes: Gray Build: Slightly toned with a six pack Attire: White t-shirt, blue denim jeans, and a pair of digital camouflage Converse Chuck Taylors. Sometimes wears an unzipped black leather jacket and a snow beanie (especially when it’s cold) at night.
Personality: Ashton is a somewhat timid and respectable man. He also prefers to be a lone wolf (meaning, no crews for this guy). He does not hold grudges, nor is he easily provoked. However, when he does get to that point, which happens rather rarely, his behavior change ranges from verbally abusive to physical violence. His general social behavior also trickles down to his driving style. He prefers to drive aggressively with the least contact as possible, while retaining much of his agility and analytical prowess. Once he loses his cool, he would resort to more aggressive tactics like blocking other people or ramming (unlikely, however).
Specifications: Drivetrain: RWD Power: 207 hp Torque: 188 lb-ft Weight: 1095 kg Power-to-weight ratio: 0.19 0-60: 4.8 secs. 0-100: 12.1 secs. ¼ mile: 13.53 secs. ½ mile: 24.66 secs. Top speed (drag limited): 154 mph Top speed (redline limited): 162 mph
Equipment: Wallet, a Beretta M9 hidden inside the glove compartment, keys to the car and his house
History: Born in March 1991 in Reno, Nevada, Ashton Blake was left behind by his father, leaving his mother to take care of him. During his elementary years, he gained a passion for all things cars, and respected those who drive them to their limits. He didn’t mind the rising tide of highly modified tuners, the craziness of 80s supercars, the classic muscle, or whatever the hell comes right after. He just loved great iconic cars, and that forged his dream to be a part of any car company he desired. His life was rather uneventful until his mother was struck with a late-stage cancer, only to be discovered months before she was killed by it. It left the young Ashton traverse the world alone, without any guidance from any of his parents. The lack of funds caused him to halt his studies after he had graduated (albeit barely) from high school. Although, it’s not the least of his worries. Shortage of income, especially during the recession, hit his lonely life hard; food was scarce, fuel prices climbed, dreams shattered everything was going to hell for him. It was until he met his high school friend, Manuel Ruiz, when everything changed.
The Mexican helped the struggling Ashton by providing him the cash he needed to survive the ordeal he faced for 3 years. With the money, he put up a garage and, with some luck, found a beater Porsche 911 Carrera RS 2.7. Slowly but surely, he restored it to its former glory, with some modifications here and there due to some missing parts. It seemed fishy, though. How does one keep the money going, even at the state the economy was in? It was those questions that Ashton had asked himself, but never really had any motivation to answer. That is, until 2014, when his curiosity peaked. He asked Manuel to show him how the money kept going through, but of course, being someone who doesn’t share secrets, he respectfully declined. It wasn’t enough to deter the young man, and he proceeded to follow the Mexican to his quarters. All that he had found was pounds and pounds of marijuana and meth and a tricked out 1968 Mercury Cougar GT, and he knew exactly what he was. That is, if he would live the next moment as a gun cocked right behind his head.
Fortunately for Ashton, Manuel let him live, but not without a warning. The young man was left horrified. He knew he had to get out of this mess if he’s going to have any hope of living at all. He reported the mad man on the FBI, seeing as this is the best solution there is. However, little did he know that Manuel had already corrupted some of them and the next morning, agents raided the place, claiming that the stash had belonged to him, and showed that there is a bag of weed in the living room. Of course, Ashton tried to defend himself, but to no avail. Leaving him with a last resort, he forced his way out. As expected, the FBI chased him around town and for him, there was no other choice but to leave. He was lucky enough to barely escape the police force, but not without its consequences. He has nowhere to go, and he’s probably on the FBI’s most wanted list. With the remaining cash in hand, he laid low for a month. Travelling mile after mile after the dilemma, all of it was just unbearable.
Another month later, he landed on Darke County, more specifically, Rockport City. For two months, he slowly settled in as a homeless person with only his car to live in. Slowly but surely, the heat died down. Maybe this could be a chance to a brand new start, who knows. Anything can practically happen in this world.
Favorite Food: Baked potatoes with varying herbs and spices and other toppings
Occupation: None. Instead, he loses $500 a month for rent payment.
Aspirations: Make a living off of street racing
Skills and flaws: He’s an all-around driver with a preference to non-drift-type events. He has some knowledge in car mechanics, since he had taught himself before. He also makes great food. However, his respectable racing style can also serve as a deterrent in other cases, such as letting a guy pass (unless he is pissed off, in which case, he would not). Also, due to not being able to get into college, he lacks some knowledge in some key areas.
On a scale of 1-10,1 being terrible and 10 being best driver in existence, how well does your character think he/she drives? 3, he's not exactly in the best of shapes considering that shit hit the fan just months ago.
Racer Type: Time Attacker (EVSpread: 30-15-25-30)
Residence: Dunwich Village, Gray Point, Rockport
Theme Song: Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars
Versus Exia Theme Song: Overunder by Brian Tyler
Alt. Versus Exia Theme Song: De Leon Begins by Nathan Furst
Appearance: Height: 5’3” Weight: 115 lbs Hair: Brown, shoulder length and wavy. Held together by a headband. Eyes: Brown Build: Slender ruler body shape with a modest bust. Attire: (Warm) Yellow sundress with flower patterns and sandals. (Cool) White dress shirt with a canary yellow jacket, and a baby blue short skirt, white stockings, and formal shoes.
Personality: Natsumi, in Japanese, means “summer beauty”, and as such her disposition is almost always sunny. “Sunny” meaning that she is normally a very happy, energetic, and friendly person. She also carries herself in a bit of a formal, lady-like way. And while it’s not often you see her outside of her happy zone, when Natsumi is mad, she is furious. When she is sad, she is deeply hurt. Her emotionality has been said to be one of her blessings (or cursings, depending on how you look at it). Natsumi’s favorite color is yellow.
Vehicle: 2004 Nissan Fairlady Z (cn: Sundancer) Performance: 304hp/289tq 0.21 hp/kg Acceleration Line (0-60,-100,¼ mile, and ½ mile): 5.2 / 12.1 (MSA: 7s) / 13.55 / 23.8 (HSA: 10s) Top speed 163mph / 263 km/h 1446 kg / 3188 lb Handling: 1 Balanced/Balanced Parts: S2 ECU Visuals: Gloss yellow paint 18” Racing Hart CP-F Tune R wheels in metallic white finish
Equipment: Yellow purse with flower graphics (containing keys, wallet, makeup, blah blah blah, do I really have to recount things a woman has? >_> ), Smartphone, and either a parasol or a yellow umbrella.
History: Born in a middle-class family in Saitama, Japan, Natsumi came into the earth with a privileged outlook, as it were. Since she was a teenager she had an interest in drifting, but this sport would often be berated by her parents as “nothing that a lady like yourself should bother with”. Early and often, Natsumi would find herself at odds with the viewpoints of her old-fashioned family, even as she rather enjoyed the benefits of being in a private school designed to bring the lady out of even the most undisciplined female high schooler. All of the four years that was spent into this high school transformed Natsumi into a mature woman, and a social butterfly.
Still alive and well, however, was Natsumi’s interest in drifting, and all of the bad habits private schooling washed away, this was the rock. Whenever on break or after school during the latter half of her term (and having already acquired her graduation gift - a 350Z - by this point), Natsumi would often find herself catching eyes at random drifting meets, both by common people and by professionals. This constant need to feed the craving for the sport resulted in the crossing paths of Natsumi and another girl, named Ai Takashima. Despite their similar background, the difference between the two varied in both their taste in car brands, their likes, and in their favorite seasons. The real disappointment for Natsumi was that she only got to see Ai for a limited time as the latter moved out of Japan, whilst she stayed in Japan to take up a cooking class.
Natsumi considered her moving out as a bird freed from the iron bars of a conservative cage. Almost immediately she sought out an instructor to help her get into drifting as the sport had full control of her interests, but limited herself to track runs, lest word of her actions cross her parents’ ears and bring shame to her family.
But perhaps, she thought, it would be not a bad idea to see the Western world. To that end, she purchased a plane ticket and a passport en route to Darke County to see what it had to offer. Originally wanting to set up her own restaurant chain in the United States, Natsumi, now completely free of the strictness of her parents, wanted to have fun the best way she knew how: going sideways.
Favorite Food: Chicken Curry with Fried Rice
Occupation: Chef @ Lofty Heights Manor
Aspirations: She wants to have fun. Very simple.
Skills and flaws: Drifting is, has been, and always will be Natsumi’s forte. Her techniques not only allow her to dodge hazards on the road and rack up style points, but also make her more potent in inclement weather where other cars would falter. The major problem with this is, that she is not that huge of a power freak and therefore would not do well in drag racing. Outside of racing, she is an excellent chef and very sociable
On a scale of 1-10,1 being terrible and 10 being best driver in existence, how well does your character think he/she drives? 4.5. It’s not really that she doubts her own skill so much as it is her shyness toward other, more seasoned drivers.
Racer Type: Technique
Residence: South Fortuna
Theme song: Pharrell Williams - Happy
Versus [insert your character street name here] theme song: (Optional)
Appearance: Green military-styled camo shirt, beige pants, black boots, slightly buff, medium-sized brunette hair, hazel brown eyes
Personality: Cool and calculated, Trent forsees scenarios in his head before he acts. Every move he makes is well-thought of beforehand, and has a motivation behind it. However, this alienates him from other people unlike him, so his companions are few and far inbetween. This is magnified further by the fact that nobody can really read his emotions as he almost never shows any. Another alienating part of his personality is his OCD disorder, his desire to keep things where “they’re supposed to be” makes him a terrible improviser and quick thinker. Trent has a dark sense of humour, at one occasion telling his fellow officers he killed a family just to take their house and jacuzzi. He is a social darwinist, believing that the “weak” do not deserve to live in the same world as the “strong”. Trent lives by the mantra that “If you are strong, you live. If you are weak, you perish.”, giving him a “survival of the fittest” point of view on life. A man with big ambitions, he constantly thinks about his plans for the county - to be the last man standing in the war of life, one that you don’t win, one that you survive.
Vehicle: 1990 Mazda Savanna RX-7 Infini III [FC3S]
Mods: FD RZ 13B-REW swap, S1 Suspension, Cibié T353 Fog Lights, Fujita Engineering Front Lip, Mazdaspeed Single Exhaust , 2.0 Boost Meter, Work Meister S13 Rims (Silver), 8kg police equipment, Custom Side Mirrors, Bucket Racing Seats and Mazdaspeed Steering Wheel.
Equipment: Reading glasses(secretly a spy camera for the DCPD), Timex watch, keys to the RX-7, wallet containing credit card/cash/identity, Police-issue Beretta M9 Pistol
History: Orphaned at three years of age. Taken in by abusive relatives. That was all Trent Cobb knew for eighteen years of his life. He was given impossible tasks by his uncle, to take out up to 20 kilograms of garbage out everyday as his so-called “caretakers” enjoyed the spoils of their affluent life. Trent was more of a male maid than a nephew to his newfound family - a thoroughly abused one at that. Everytime he’d stumble while being forced to carry the heavy load of both the rich’s waste and his life, his aunt would point a gun straight at his head and threaten to end it all for Trent if he didn’t pick up the pace on the chores. Despite this, however, he always smiled back as they would always stop their usual routine of beatings if he showed he didn’t feel bad about the treatment he was put through.
“Nobody would cry for you if I ended it today. Nobody would even care enough to notice your corpse lying here with a bullet in your dome, you worthless sack of shit.” he was always told.
Deep within Trent were budding feelings of resentment and longing - he knew he was always meant to be more than what he was now - a glorified slave. One fateful day, he ran away from the estate after being forced to take away yet another load of waste out into the center of the city before going to school that morning. He ran, and ran, and ran… until he bumped into Baltimore PD Detective Amber Sanders. At first mistaken for a homeless child, Amber took him into the station. There, Trent told her everything about his life - the lonely life in school as a result of his “dirty looks”, and the living hell at home he experienced at the hands of his uncle. The detective, who had always been shunned from the rest of the force for her social darwinist views, had found a disciple to pass her lifestyle and mindset onto. Trent went through two hours of brainwashing with Amber, who taught him how to withhold his true emotions within him so as not for peers to predict what he was about to do. The female darwinist instilled in him the mantra that only the strong survive, and that the weak will die out inevitably.
“Now, Trent. If you keep being as passive and weak as you are now, eventually they WILL pull the trigger. Are you the prey, or are you the true predator? Think about it. If they were in your situation, would they be as sane as you are now?” she repeated to Trent, whose eyes had widened as a result of his “enlightenment”. As soon as his aunt and uncle arrived to the station to take Trent back into hell, Amber arrested them based on Trent’s testimony. There, Trent signed on as part of the junior force under Amber’s watch to train as an officer. For eight years, the woman became Trent’s true second mother, instilling in him values of a true social darwinist to influence every part of his life.
As the years passed by, evidence of illegal transactions with the Russian Mafia piled up against Amber, until it was enough to both oust her as lead Detective of the BCPD and take her into prison. It was yet another period of living hell for Trent as the trial went on for months, as it turns out Amber was actually too weak to hang on to her rock in the proverbial sea. She left Trent parting words of encouragement to keep living the way he was, as she was sent into prison for 15 years without parole. Trent quit the BCPD as soon as the bars shut on his proverbial mother, and headed west in a car he had been rewarded four years ago, a Mazda Savanna RX-7. It had since been swapped out with its younger brother’s 13B-REW engine in RZ trim by the time 2012 hit the calendar. Doing odd jobs for various shady people in the way, he earned money to get by just another day. This was a true test of his darwinist dogma, to see if he was fit enough to survive life on the road, or if he was too weak to hold up with the constant stress of movement. By the time he had reached Darke County two years after he left Baltimore, he was only hanging on a thread. But he made it. The important thing is, he had reached his destination with his sanity intact, albeit barely.
Trent got himself fixed up with the money he saved up on his trip west, and eventually got a job as a detective-psychiatrist with the DCPD, having impressed Chief Vincent Elierts enough with his profiling training with the BCPD and a clean criminal record. Months passed, with Detective Cobb doing well in solving various murders throughout Palmont, most of which was concentrated on Kempton as crime rate was at its highest in the county in that ghetto. Having done a great job so far, Elierts eventually assigned him to a three-month long mission to observe the street racing scene in Darke County and find its weaknesses as so as to take it down once and for all. Arriving in a taxi to Downtown Palmont’s used car lot, he reunited himself with his old friend, the RX-7, which had been previously sold after Trent joined the force to get himself a home in this new piece of populated land, to fulfill his duty both as a man on a personal mission and an officer of the law.
Favorite food: Fruit Bowl
Trent likes toilet paper rolling over, thank you very much.
Occupation: Undercover DCPD Psychologist/Profiler, Ocean View Hotel Valet (cover job)
Aspirations: Turbocharged. To observe how people act in Darke County, especially the street racers, and eventually bring it down once and for all. That is, his official mission. His real personal agenda is to weed out the weak individuals from the fitter ones, to cleanse Darke County of its weak links to bring the County back to its real roots as the paradise of the strong, fit-minded men and women who not only survive, but thrive in the personal war we call life.
Skills and flaws: Trent has the ability to get into the heads of people he needs information from, and he certainly has the mental strength to pick on whatever weaknesses his associates may have. A quick and clean worker, he catches his opponent off-guard by driving in a docile manner, keeping it that way until he strikes in the most unassuming way possible - simply driving faster through a corner gets the job done, without any unnecessary attributes such as drifting hindering his way of racing. However, once an opponent sees through his ruse, there is no way for Trent to defend himself as he always assumes things as he sees them right away without bothering to look deeper into the situation, leaving him vulnerable to attacks he might even see coming.
On a scale of 1-10,1 being terrible and 10 being best driver in existence, how well does your character think he/she drives? 8. It’s a fact and you know it.
Racer Type: Time Attacker
Residence: Palmont University Dorm, Fortuna
Crew: Venator Luporum [Leader]
Theme song 1: Worth a Thousand Words - Mayday Parade
Theme song 2: Me and You - Nero (Dirtyphonics Remix)
Attire: Black leather jacket, black T-shirt underneath, dark grey jeans, leather velcro shoes
Personality: Randall is the type of man that either gets distracted easily, or focuses(and obsesses) over something too much. Aside from his obsession with a 1968 GT500KR named Eleanor, he’s the normal car guy who goes for cars first, ladies second. He won’t tolerate threats and double-crossers, though, as he will take them seriously and go as far as doing something equally threatening to your life if you even think about turning a threat into a promise or backstabbing him. A tendency to get things done no matter what distracts him from a lot of things such as family and his own safety. When he’s not in any of these situations, though, he is a fun person to be around with - adequately sociable, has a good sense of humor, and all the usuals.
Vehicle: Metallic Grey with black stripes 1968 Shelby Mustang GT500KR
Independent Rear Suspension
BorgWarner T-56 6-speed manual S2 Handling (No WR)
Equipment: GT500’s keys, wallet containing money/identity, and a tire jack in its trunk.
History: Known around the whole state of California, he was once a master car thief nicknamed Memphis by the authorities. Doing jobs for customers requesting cars to be stolen for said customers, nothing resembling a sporty model was safe while Randall was actively commiting theft. Oftentimes successful on the job, there was only one car that could evade his capturing hands not once, but thrice - A 1968 Shelby GT500KR, one he codenamed “Eleanor”. Everytime he tried, the police always got to Memphis, and had to abandon her. Seemingly out of hope this time, he retired from the car theft ring five years ago.
Until one day two years after his retirement from the theft ring, when a British man named Raymond Calitri contacted Randall during a usual sunny Oakland Wednesday. Calitri threatened to have his brother Kip shot if Memphis did not steal 50 specified cars on a list for him in three days. Kip’s associates had been clamped down upon by the police, and initially thought to have saved him, Calitri used him as bait to Randall to steal 50 luxurious and sporty vehicles for him.
Forced to return to the theft ring in Long Beach, he had assembled a crew of his friends to find the cars on the list sent to him by the Brit. The job did not get off to a running start as an old enemy in the police force, Lieutenant Vincent Elierts, had been tracking Memphis as soon as he stepped foot once more in Long Beach. Soon getting wind of the 50 cars on the list, Elierts had planted a Porsche 911 Carrera 4, a Toyota Supra RZ-S, and a De Tomaso Pantera in a parking lot not too far from the LBPD HQ. Memphis, getting to the parking lot where one of his scouts sighted the three cars on the list, was about to get into the Pantera until he had thought to himself that three cars in one place was too good to be true. Sensing the presence of the police, he bailed from the parking lot while tricking Vincent once more.
Eventually finding another three batch of cars to steal from the Police Impound Lot, Memphis was sailing smoothly up until he encountered the GT500 - Eleanor herself. He had been saving her for last up until that point. However, Lieutenant Elierts, having had encounters with Randall and Eleanor in the past, had set up a trap, and started chasing Eleanor around town in an unmarked Corvette Z06 with two Crown Victoria units providing backup for him. With the chase ensuing, Randall had to reconnect with his old theft skills he had learned in the past to finally take Eleanor successfully. After 20 minutes of hot pursuit around the Hollywood hills, he finally got away from Elierts and his two accompanying officers as a tanker ran out of gas right in the middle of an intersection and stopped them in their tracks.
Taking Eleanor right into the docks where Raymond Calitri was waiting twelve minutes after the deadline, he felt somewhat relieved. He handed her over to the Brit, who immediately started screaming at Randall for being late and for the condition Eleanor was in, while kicking Kip repeatedly. Randall argued back about the deadline, and about the pursuit that ensued. Losing his cool, Calitri decided to have Randall killed and Eleanor crushed by his men. Breaking free from the grip of Calitri’s men via low blows, he sprinted himself towards Calitri, but was immediately stopped by the sound of a gun cocking right in front of his head.
Seconds away from killing Memphis, Vincent Elierts arrived in time to break up the brawl ensuing between Calitri’s men and Randall’s crew. Having learned of his real intentions of stealing cars this time around, he helped Randall by arresting Calitri’s men with his backup on the spot. The Brit, stunned by the sudden turn of events, was pushed off the docks into the ocean by Randall, and drowned to death.
Refusing to pardon Memphis, however, Vincent then motioned to arrest Randall himself for manslaughter and grand theft auto. Breaking free once more, Randall and his group of friends got into their assigned cars and drove away from the heat, one of them named Rex getting into the Supra, and Randall getting into the GT500KR. Elierts could not live down letting Randall get away for the fouth time, and quit the LBPD on the spot, throwing his Lieutenant’s badge into the water right on Calitri’s corpse, and spitting on it.
Initially going together as a pair into Darke County, Rex and Randall were separated by Eleanor breaking down from the damages sustained in the pursuit and a crane nearly clamping down on her roof. Initially offering Randall a ride in the Supra into the county, he soon sped off towards the county’s own Sin City, Silverton, as soon as Randall made it clear he wasn’t letting himself get separated from the Mustang for the fourth time. Rex felt it was nothing but sacrilege for Randall to decline his kind offer, and to this day resents him for that.
Left to fend for himself in a small town, Randall soon got to repairing Eleanor with the money he had been given for the cars he took as part of the job. He settled himself in a small town north of Eagle Canyon named San Juan, where he stayed for the next two years, occasionally engaging in street racing events to raise funds for his daily once his cash had ran out. His run-ins with the law giving him street instinct helped him win a few events here and there driving Eleanor. It appeared to be all sunshine and rainbows in the desert for Randall at this point, but he was slowly overwhelmed with guilt for the things he had done in California. Stealing cars, murdering a British crime boss… he couldn’t live with that alone for much longer, it was all weighing down too heavily on his conscience.
Getting wind of both Rex and Vincent’s rise in credibility south into Darke County - Rex now the third best driver in the County driving an Audi R8, Lieutenant Elierts now the chief of the DCPD - Randall decided to face his past to finally erase whatever guilt he had left in his mind for doing the things he did back in California.
Favorite Food: Barbequed Spare Ribs
Occupation: Mechanic. Sue me for originality. $2800 a month.
Aspirations: Get away from his past and get closure with whatever loose ends he had left untied back in Long Beach.
Skills and flaws: A talented thief, he can get past any security system a car has installed with its locks and alarms and steal it within a minute. Getting away from the police as a former car theft master has given him great reaction time and recognizing how to use the environment to his advantage, with an added ability to learn corners the second he sees them.. However, he is mostly just a pursuit-biased driver, and his racing technique is somewhat lacking due to his tendency to rely on the environment instead of his tools and skills to get away from the competition.
On a scale of 1-10,1 being terrible and 10 being best driver in existence, how well does your character think he/she drives? 8. Getting away from Elierts multiple gives you a ton of confidence.
Racer Type: Dragster
Residence: Point Camden, Rockport
Theme song: Guns N’ Roses - Mr. Brownstone
VS Memphis theme: Sounding Streets - Trevor Morris and Ekstrak