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Racing Showdown Advanced [RSA]



Name: Roos in 't Veen
Nickname: Dorn
Age: 33
Gender: female
Nationality: Dutch
Team: Track Devils

Driving: C
Cornering: A
Focus: B
Experience: C
Nature: C

Personality: Roos is easily fired up and always ready for a challenge. She’s (overly) confident in her ablities and skills, boosting her will to win even more. So basically: victory is the only option.

Roos is the only daughter of a farmer situated in the north-eastern part of the Netherlands, in the county of Schoonebeek to be precise. Her dad had always been a petrolhead and thus she grew up between cars of all sorts. At the age of 12 her dad bought a cart for her and took her to the local carting track. After some getting used to the cart, she started picking up pace rapidly, making quite the name for herself. After carting competively and attending to some local autocross races for about 6 years a German touring car team contacted her. Quickly after that she found herself in a GT3 car racing in the 24h of the Green Hell. After that she kept driving around in the GT3 and endurance classes, and even competing in a GT300 season once.


The car she has been sent is a 2004 Weber C28 GT3 turbo-tuned
3,6L twin turbo V8
700 odd horsepower
Front engined - Rear wheel drive



Roos had finally returned home after being the honour guest of a local autocross event. She was tired, but not tired enough to notice a strange car lurking in the shadows of her barn. She quickly parked her car and got the crowbar she had laying around in her trunk. Warily she moved towards the strange car until she stood around the corner. “Take a deep breath Roos, the moment I jump out and see who’s in the car, I’m gonna strike him with this bar of metal.” she thought. Like James Bond she appeared from around the corner, but she noticed no one was in the car.

She started inspecting the car and walked around it. She got to the back and vague memories started pouring in. “I swear I’ve seen this car before… WAIT a second, I KNOW IT!” she suddenly thought. “I was always looking at the arses of these things in GT3 races around 2004.” she sighed.
She noticed the doors were unlocked. “Strange.”, she thought. She started getting closer, and upon being in a 1 meter radius of it, it turned on. “Kyaaa!” she screamed. She quickly gets in in order to stop the engine. The moment she gets in a voice starts speaking: it’s the “”"“infotainment system”""" (in a car like this I would more imagine it as a glorified window satnav). She listens to the system carefully. “So people are supposed the stay out of the car when it suddenly starts?”, she looks away embarresed. “Nevertheless, a challenge has been set and I will be the victor!” she shouts as she hits gas.

(If anything is still off, please let me know. Smooth brain is in full effect.)


Your lore… is very wrong…
Please refer to the original post…
Nice car though.


crap, must be the 2AM smooth brain kicking in. I’ll change it now.


@Vena.Sera423 and @That-S-cop work. I’m just a middleman.


The Halls of St. Clement’s Private Academy.

~Bell rings ~

The halls of the academy burst with activity as students leave their classes for the day. Some students stand in groups gossiping about their daily lives while others walk and go about their lives as well. Then from there you hear a commotion happening. You turn to look to see students, mainly girls whisper and look towards a specific person. There walking, carrying his bookbag over his shoulder, standing tall, elegant, proud, is a young man with long silver colored hair. He walks forward, not paying attention to those aweing him, was more focused on a note in his hand that specifies a time and location.
Was it someone calling him out or was it someone who wants to confess to him. More than likely it was the latter. He sighs under his breath. “How many times does it make it this week?” He lowers the piece of paper and walks towards the location he was noted to. “Well, I shouldn’t leave them unanswered unfortunately.” He reaches the courtyard to meet a lovely blonde female figure that looked anxious. The look she gave was of surprise because she thought he wouldn’t give the time to confront her.

“Hello.” He greets to the girl who was flustered.
“Greetings… um… Mr. Eisenberg.” she stuttered.
“You can call me by Levi.” He replied.
“Umm…” She paused, “That seems so unformal given who you are and your family name.”
“It’s fine by me.” He said as he combed his hair with his hand. “So what did you request me to come here for?” In the background there were groups of females who stopped to watch and gossip.
“Um…” she paused, “The truth is… the day I first laid my eyes on you entering this academy, you looked so handsome, proud and so elegant. It caught me by surprise. Anyways, ummm… I was wondering if you would by chance, could we see eachother as couples.”
There was a pause between the two. He then with a slight sigh and charming look, sweeping back his hair again.
“I do appreciate that you took your time, effort and courage to confess to me. However with the way my life is, I don’t have the time to have relationships and my parents decline me from seeing people until I finish my studies. So I have to decline your invitation. This has nothing to deal with you. I’m sure you’re a lovely and fun to be with. But I’m sorry, I cannot date you.” he said to her as gentlemanly as possible. However the girl stood with a heartbroken expression on her face.
“I appreciate that you took the time to respond to me.” she turned and ran to a group of females who waited to console or cheer her on. He looks and sighs to himself, combing back his hair again.
His phone begins to ring. He pulls it out to see who it is and then answers.
“Levi speaking. Yes, I’ll be going on the next plane to Germany here in a couple hours. Wait, what did you say? There is a random car sitting in our stall but there is nobody there who says it’s theirs? Then have the car towed. Wait, you already did but the car came back? Why a new car when our contract with the EFI Komi finishes after the last race of the season? Fine, I’ll see for myself.” He hangs up and walks to the front of the school where he is met by a chauffeur.
“Mr. Eisenberg, sir.” As the man opened the door for him. “To the airport I assume?”
“Yes Geeves, I can count on you taking me there.” as he enters the car.
“Affirmative, sir. Right away.” The chauffeur gently closes the door behind him and and takes off for the airport.

Hockenheimring, Germany.

The pit area was a busy place. A lot of teams from around Europe are here to take place in the final of the German National GT4 championship. This weekends race would take place at the infamous Hockenheimring Circuit. In one pitstall, there was a lot of commotion because a strange car keeps appearing in their spot. A black car starts to pull up and park where the team is. One of the race suited personnel looked up. “Great, he’s here.”
The chauffer opened the door as Levi came out and met the crew chief. As they both walked and talked to the garage stall, they came across the suspected vehicle that has been appearing in their spot. Levi took a look to see. It was a brand new white EFI Shousuke that appeared specced out.
“Interesting, so that is the car that is causing us issues?”
“Yeah, we had it towed twice, but somehow when the team is away for 5 minutes, it just reappears.”
“And nobody know’s who it belongs to?”
“No. Not even the officials.”
The car however, did something as he approached. Immediately the lights came on and the engine rolled to life with the doors opening up. The crew jumped when the car did this all by itself. Then over the infotainment system it said.
“Greetings, Levi Eisenberg.
Your extraordinary driving skills brought you to our attention, and we chose you as one of the finest drivers in the world.
Along with other racers of similar qualities, you have been chosen to take part in what we call the Grand Race.
The car in front of you has been built and tweaked based on your previous driving records, unique driving style, and your preferences.”
The pit area was silent with Levi taken back a bit. But keeping his composure he dicided to walk around the car. Taking in all the detail of the new bright colored EFI.

“Gentlemen, I’ll take it to the infield test center to see what this thing is about.” He hops in the EFI. Inside, he didn’t know exactly why, but the car felt like it felt him. The bolstered seats held to him perfectly, the steering wheel with the pedal shifters felt exactly in place, the clusters were perfectly in line. He looks to see an open compartment with a note and ticket to ship the car to the US along with cordinants to a location in the United States.

“Hmm… Interesting…” He takes the car to the test facility to see what the car was able to do. The car was sharp, quick and it gripped the road like hell. The more he drove it, the more confident he felt about pushing the car a little more harder each lap. To his surprise, the car just responded to his demands without a hitch.
“I think I like this better than the Komi.” He said to himself. “But I don’t think it’s going to be enough to get me to join this so called grand race.”
After a few laps of testing he goes back to his pitstall where the team had prepped the Komi for the start of practice, qualifying and soon the 12 hour endurance race.
“What do you think of that car?” asked his crew chief.
“It’s interesting to say the least, but it’s going to pull me to do this so called grand race that it’s telling me to go to.”
“Sounds shady to me.”
“Indeed.” As Levi suits up in his track suit, ties his hair up and slips his helmet on.
“Let’s go, gentlemen.”


Name: Levi Eisenberg

Age: 20
Gender: Male
Nationality: Swiss
[Driving] Precise
[Cornering] Grip Wins Races
[Focus] I Will Pass You
[Experience] Professional Racer
[Nature] Neutral


Shousuke by EFI


Confirmed users, please post your Character and Car introductions as soon as feasibly possible

We have one more Street Kings position, so while the deadline is over, rush if you want it.
Hot-Iron and Track Devils are now officially full.

Just a reminder, Your Character’s are being given these cars by surprise, and when they don’t expect it, in the form of the Car just popping up.



Name: Rosemary D’Costa
Nickname: Bloody Mary, Rose.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Nationality: British American
Team: Track Devils


A simple bet on a street race gone wrong. What seemed like a simple and easy win for the young racing prodigy Rosemary, ended up being a total disaster.

Growing up as a child, she was always intrigued by race cars. Her dad got her into cart racing and as she progressed her skills and ambitions only went further. She got into trackdays very early during her teenage hence why she has a few years of professional track experience. But very few people knew where else she went to hone her skills.

She used to hang out with a street racing syndicate. Every night they’d race for pink slips and cash money. Rose, being one of the few professional drivers and also a natural prodigy at it, made a good fortune out of the whole ordeal as well. Not long before she however, fell into the trap of some goons.

They set up a race with her at a certain date, offering her a car for car pink slip. Loser hands over their car Rose was fairly certain on her win. She knew she’d succeed, she would’ve.

3 corners away from the finishing line, her engine gave in and started choking. It was almost as if there was no fuel…

It was quite clear what happened. Everyone understood that, but no one wanted to stand up against the goons. As they were mocking Rose and her gang for losing like this the car was being filled up with gas again. At one point Rose lost her temper and decided to to something reckless.

She knew how she had been cheated, she didn’t deserve this. This car once belonged to her late dad, and has been a part of the family since 1996. She has worked so much on it and even did numerous custom tuning house spec modifications. No way she was going to let it slip this easily. She decided to jump the gun and flee the scene with her car.
After a good 30 mins of chase later, the car ran out of fuel. It didn’t get to fill up its tanks at all in that short time. The goons came for Rose and this time they aren’t in a good mood. It was at this point it seemed like, it wasn’t just her car at stake…

Rose didn’t think much about anything afterwards. She had to save herself and her car. She didn’t have much to lose at that point. It was either act or die…

Nero, the head of the goons, was approaching forward at her at a steady pace… mocking her again. They thought she had nothing else to resort to. First step Nero took inside Rose’s reach of her hands, she grabbed him. Seconds later, Nero’s neck was seen a whole 180 degree rotated. Seems like Rose’s Karate training with her old man really paid off.

The shock value of their boss dying left the remaining 3 or 4 goons at an awe, and let Rose take the gun from Nero’s dead body. She aimed at the unarmed goons as all of them got in the car and left the area. Rose didn’t take any shots, she feared that it will notify the police. She did however use that gun to steal a few jerrycans of gas from the nearby gas station. She knew there was no going back after this. She just killed a man and whether or not it gets passed on as self-defense, everyone will know of her street racing and she’ll be jailed for a good while anyway… and her car will be seized and put into the dumper… Although the news of Rose murdering Nero never surfaced in the public, everyone in the scene knew what happened. She knew living here would only be trouble for her

She wasn’t going to have that. So she said fuck it all and left her state for good. She was just getting used to moving from one state to another without drawing too much attention… until she got this strange voice mail and a black Typhoon parked right next to hers outside her motel


Driving: B - Neutral
Cornering: B - Corner Cutter
Focus: C - Focus on the Track
Experience: C - Professional Racer
Nature: A - Cool as Ice

The Car

Hermes Performance Typhoon R GT

In collaboration with @yurimacs



20:00 Date Unkown 2016


A young man in his early 20s waits tiredly. Missing his flight, he took the later flight at 8PM flight. He looks at his watch wearily, he sighs and looks outside to see the neo night city skyline dominating the night. A faint slither of light peers through the window, he opens his phone,

“Damn it… I can’t call Justin… Hopefully he will go ahead of me…” The man sighs, slowly leaning back onto the seat.

The slow whining noise of the jet turbines slowly start to spool, and the jet turns onto the runway, he fastens his seat belt quickly as he puts his phone away. The plane accelerates into the air… its going to be a long flight.


A young cold Japanese Ex-Uni student who later dropped out after 1 year. There are many rumours about his past. Some say he is a brute fighter who fights without mercy or a reliable person who will do what it takes. Many disputes over these claims but no one is sure as his looks don’t flash the ‘I am a delinquent’ kind’a of aura, though that’s only briefly. Fighting since young against delinquent he was more of a neutral chaotic person throughout high school, neither rash nor submissive. There were rumours that his elder brother went over to the US with his modded Suisei Tengai and didn’t return. His elder brother, friendly, bantering with one another.

Though their personality weren’t similar, they talked to each other about their future plans in the uncertain future when he was in his last year of high school, Izawa also sat down and talked about his worries as well.

A young driver, learnt at a young age and learnt some mechanical skills from his elder brother, Izawa, who went missing after taking a long term ‘holiday’. He decided to go over to the states to find his brother. Knowing that Izawa didn’t go over for just holiday he heard news of RSA and decided to enter the contest. He drives fast but calmly with his preference being a fast car that can still power out without spinning and he likes to play hard on the throttle of course within reason

In the JSDF he served approximately 4 years in the ground forces of the JSDF in an armoured mechanised core, were he worked as a field engineer and mechanic. He is recognised with the calmness required during fire fights and scored one of the highest accuracy groupings at the range. He is proficient Howa Type 89 and Type 64 with other weaponry he can use. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to use his skills…


in his JSDF gear

Justin (@That-S-cop) and Kitao (@Falling_Comet A rough sketch of the two.

The Suisei Tento Yari Ha G3

He will be joining the Street Kings as he is an everyday driver whos sometimes like to hoon around on the Touge in Japan to the night street roads late at night in his spare time.

Engine: 2.6L DOHC 4V Inline 5 Turbo, The SART Yari Ha G6 450kW@8800 to 10,000RPM
Drive-train: Suiseui FR-AWD
Chassis: Full Carbon Fibre
Livery: SART Imperial 8888 Ryusei

His car from APEX


Prologue: Haruka Makihara


Haruka had just finished her weekly training with her partner Misa. As Haruka closed her simulator's program, Misa spoke, "Great results today, let's keep this up."
Haruka gave her a light fist bump and said, "Of course."
Having no other convenient way to check the time, Misa looked at her watch before standing up, "Alright, it looks like a good time to go."
Haruka referred to the time displayed on the lower right side of the simulator's screens, which now all show an ordinary computer desktop. "Yeah, it's already 4 o'clock, and it's a good idea to get home before it gets dark."

The two took a bit of walk to a parking area, where Haruka’s car was parked. Haruka, with her daily car also being used to rally, had to send Misa to a nearby station.
Once they reached the parking area, the two noticed something out of place. A full-fledged rally car, complete with exterior modifications that would make the car illegal for street use.
“Woah… really? Did someone bring that thing home?” Haruka was clearly surprised to find a rally car at a normal parking lot among ordinary hatchbacks or SUVs.
“Hm, maybe we should reach out to the polic-” Misa stood away from the unusual car, however, Haruka decided to move towards the car. Misa was frustrated at her carelessness,
“Hey Haru, listen to me!”
Haruka didn’t mind her and just kept on, to examine the car in closer detail. However, Haruka stopped when the out-of-place car’s engine turned on out of nowhere.
“Haru, please come back before people suspect-” Misa worryingly reached out to Haruka, however, she had become quiet as she began hearing a voice coming from the car. She believed she had to let Haruka listen before making any decisions.
Meanwhile, Haruka attentively listened to the voice, which had told her that she is invited to “the Grand Race”, that the rally car is supposed to belong to her, and that the navigation system would tell her where she should go.
“Oh well…” Misa didn’t really know what to tell Haruka, but she had believed it would be up to Haruka’s decision.
“Misa, I will participate in that Grand Race thing. I can’t believe this is just a prank”, said Haruka with excitement.
“Alright then. I guess I’ll take a bus today. Do your best there, Haru”, Misa spoke while offering a fist bump.
“Of course!” Haruka gave her a fist bump.


Name: Haruka Makihara
Nickname: Haru, "Red Wind"
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Nationality: Japanese
Team: Track Devils
Driving: A, Precise - Her mindset is that one mistake would ruin the race as a whole, so she had to adopt more careful driving.
Cornering: C, A Little slide never hurt anybody - She is used to racing on surfaces that don’t suit grip driving.
Focus: C, Focus on the Track - She races on uneven surfaces that could ruin a race with one mistake, so she focuses on wherever she is driving on by default.
Experience: C, Professional Racer - She does have some racing experience in actual competitions, after all.
Nature: B, Neutral - While she does love challenges, she often remembers to think about what would await her next.


Haruka had always grown up with cars around her, eventually turning her into a professional racer.
Her interest in cars begun when she was around 5 years old when she took interest in a video game his father was playing, a (relatively) realistic racing video game.
She often watched his father playing, but also had some races, against NPCs or his father. And so her interest in cars became deeper, only helped by the fact she lives near a race track and her father sometimes took her to watch races with her, and she enjoyed doing so.
The next major advance happened when she was 9 years old when she was tall enough to go on karting. Although she didn’t get to own one owing to various costs, she did get to rent karts and race on occasions. This had solidified her interest in automotive racing.
Later on, after some convincing, she was able to get a racing simulator setup, which allowed her to get a good grip on how cars would work and also motivated her to get her own car.
With some hard work, she had gotten herself her own car and driving license at the age of 18. With these two, she could participate in various races, especially rallying that interested her more so than other kinds of racing.
Taking one of her friends, who is called Misa Sanjou, she decided to go on rally racing. The first few of her competitions yielded positive results, leading the two to continue participating in rally competitions.



The submissions are finally closed

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RSA - The Akai arc

CH.0 - The Invitation

1600 hrs ; Somewhere in the British Suburbs

“Ok, what the hell happened here?”, an unknown voice was heard from the doorway leading to the garage. What was seen was a covered car in white sheets, sleek lines were all the signs that was needed to tell the fact that the car in question is a sports car indeed. A letter was left on top on it, that was addressed to the person standing in awe, still comprehending to the events leading up to this moment.

The letter was taken, and so it reads:

To Akai Matra Sullivan,

Certainly you are surprised by what you see in your very eyes right now, it will need some explaining later once we meet in the complex, here in the US mind you.

Anywaysssss, the car that has been given to you is a car that is custom bespoked for you, we have done research on your past history, and it seems that you have a certain affiliation with motorsports.

Inside the car (well nothing is really tere, it’s just a fucking race car LOL), you will note that in the center console, there is a certain screen that houses the organization’s software system. Once you turn on the car, the car will route you to the port, where you can meet-up with other lucky drivers that will partake in this race.

We wish you the very best, and have fun as well

– A P E X

“Well…That was a load of bullshit racked up in that one letter”, Akai reacted as she had an air of disbelief. She couldn’t really believe what would be in her eyes if she uncovered the car.

“But I guess it will have to prove it’s worth to me”, Akai said this as she sighed, but knowing the sleek silhouette under the sheets, she is at least curious.

“3…2…1…and here we go!”, Akai pulled the cover from one side to reveal what was down there.

Is a shocker all right”, Akai’s eyes open just a bit more.

“Looks like someone stole an 80’s prototype, specifically an '88 Bradford R1-A (GTP), and modified the shit out of it”, Akai said this as she walked around the car to inspect further the details of this “car”.

"I am surprised that this APEX group managed to find an unpainted shell and make a whole car out of it. That or it might just be a very high quality replica. Well then, I must at least prepare myself for this “tour to the Americas”.

1639 hrs

"Looks like I am good to go"

Akai prepared basically what was needed “for her”, so a toolbox, a basket of food that will last a week, wallet with all her credentials, credit card, and her pocket money, and a laptop case which holds the laptop, cellphone, and MP3 player.

Right away, Akai opened the frunk, put in the essentials, all except for the MP3 player (because she literally has no radio to listen to). After that, she went and open the driver’s side door, got in and buckled herself up in the racing seat.

As she turned the ignition key to the “on” position, the roaring 3.5L V10 scream into life, with a familiar F1 sound, but muffled due to the turboes.

“Well jolly me, ain’t that a delight to hear”

At the same time, the computer screen rose to life, and immediately to the navigation map

(“Setting route to RAF Base, Waddington”)

“Going to the RAF base, ey? Whoever APEX is, they sure know who to call”

“Oh right, before I set off, might as well play some New Order for the duration of the trip. Can’t let my well-earned cash go to waste”

(Blue Monday plays)

Character (Akai)


Character Name: Akai Matra Sullivan
Nickname: “Akatron”
Age: 41
Gender: Female
Nationality: British

From the outside, Akai looks like any ol' aunt from '75. You are indeed right, but in her is a pedigree of engineering in racing, coming from experience of being chief engineer of some several minor racing teams, including one of now defunct one-timer F1 team Unyx Racing. She has been to a couple of historical racing cups, notably driving a Lotus Europa in the Brands Hatch Masters Historic Festival to a respectable 6th overall. She knows a thing or two about pushing cars to the limit. Outside of motorsport, she is just pretty chill, too chill to talk to others about anything, unless it is about cars,or anything vintage/historical. She doesn't really love modern music (except those "retrowave" things), so anything past the mid 00's doesn't really gel with her taste.

Driving - C (Aggresive) ; Having known the concept of "time trials", she will try to find the limits of her Bradford without going off the track
Cornering - A ("Grip wins Races") ; She has been born into the world of motorsport via engineering, she doesn't know the term "powersliding", nor it's purpose in racing (at least in her opinion).
Focus - C ("Focus on the track") ; She knows it by heart the fact that in order to win a race, you must FINISH the race.
Experience - C (Professional Racer) ; Not really professional, but she was given a couple of opportunities to test drive a couple of racecars in her active days in motorsport, so she knows a thing or two about "true racing".
Nature - A ("Cool as Ice") ; Usually, she is just the usual background character (unless she starts smoking, or drinking somewhere in the bar), reading a book (sometimes a diary) of Historical motorsport events, she is approchable, though she will blurt out short answers (until you find out that she is a car addict).

1990 Bradford R1-A GTP prototype
The car in the possession of Akai is a "rare(?)" 1990 Bradford R1-A prototype, built for the IMSA Grand Touring Prototype (GTP) racing series. The original engine, which is in it, is a 3.5L V-engine, 10 cylinders, which during it's time, was a futuristic and wise move as the formula was already implemented by 1989. Unfortunately, the program was stoppped due to the lack of resources to complete the project and the ever-increasing cost of following the formula.
In the form it is now, it has been turbocharged to produce about 625hp @ 8700RPM with a redline of 10500 RPM. With the car being lightweight, only weighing 1200kg, means that it is a serious track monster.

(yes, I know it’s kinda 14 days ago since activity happened here, but givin’ it a little bump)



It was just like any other night for the past year or so now. Close up shop, go home, clean up then go to sleep. Really, despite the bomb that was her life just a few years back, it had seemed that life, despite being quite different than before, had stabilized for Eileen McNamara. If anything, it was a bit… Boring. Sure she went to the track in this state a few times, admittedly raced illegally a few times… but it wasn’t the same.

Maybe it was fate that landed that red sports car on her driveway.

“That wasn’t there when I left” She thought cautiously, parking her own car by it. Looking at it closer, it was recognizable. A brand new Wyvern GTX. A muscle car with the handling to take it to the European sports cars back home. Though this one was thoroughly modified, with wide arches and an extended rear spoiler. It was absolutely not subtle.

Eileen parked right by the Wyvern and as she got out of her car, its LOUD v8 started right up, absolutely startling her.

“Really?!” She exclaimed, staggering back onto her car. Before doing anything regrettably physical against the car, she noticed the doors were unlocked. She opened it up, with an audio recording playing just after.

“Greetings, Eileen McNamara”

“Hello.?” Eileen responded.

“Your extraordinary driving skills brought you to our attention, and we chose you as one of the finest drivers in the world.
Along with other racers of similar qualities, you have been chosen to take part in what we call the Grand Race.

The car in front of you has been built and tweaked based on your previous driving records, unique driving style, and your preferences.

We are looking for the best driver in the world, so if you really are as good as the records say, follow the map on the GPS.”

“Is this some kind of joke?” Eileen said, with no one replying. Looking at the GPS, it was heading west… to a destination over 1000 miles away. She turned off the engine, and gave the message some thought. Of course, it would be interesting to go to it…

Wasn’t there something similar that happened a few years back? Eileen herself didn’t participate that time, a call to race, with some international drivers going over to race. Of course she wasn’t at the peak at that time… or now really at this time if she was honest to herself. So she wasn’t even there, but from what she heard…

Didn’t end well.

Deciding to figure it out and do some research in the morning, she grabbed the keys and the GPS unit from the Wyvern.

Morning rolled over Texas once again as it had for the… past however long the state has existed. Eileen found herself awake more early than usual, feeling abit… excited. Enough she had to quickly peek out the window to check that the car from last night was not a dream.

It wasn’t.

Still, she hadn’t ruled out the possibility of this being some sort of elaborate prank. The message did say her name, so it was definitely targeting her and not some… misplaced parking job. She ran through the people she knew that could possibly pull something like this off…

Just one.

Without any hesitation, she picked up her smartphone and started a call. A ring, and another, then pickup.

“Lena! What a pleasure to get a call from you this early in the morning!””

“I suppose it is? Hello Ian.” Eileen replied. “Listen, I got a question for ya.”

“Always with the business… Shoot.” Ian said.

“Red Wyvern GTX, 2015, maybe 2016, widebody. Know anything about one around here?”

“Hmmm…” Ian pondered for a moment.

“Okay, he doesn’t know anything about it.” Eileen concluded.

“Nope, why do you ask?” Ian inquired.

“Someone dropped one off at my doorstep. For me to participate in a some sort of ‘Grand race’, figure ya be the only one I know to pull off some silly shite like that.”

Ian laughed. “Hahaha… well, I’m flattered, but uhhh… what makes you think I’d drop a brand new car for you?”

“Ian, ya brought me over to the states to manage your friend’s restaurant that you happen to go to all the time despite myself not being that experienced and kept bringing me expensive gifts because ‘you were sorry my parents died’, despite it being years ago now.”

“Uhh yes, fair point.”

“… Anyways, I got two favors to ask from you.” Eileen moved on. “I’m going to bring over the car to your shop, see what its all about right?”

“Okay, yeah I can do that. A bit curious about it myself honestly. What’s the other?”

“I’ll need to borrow a pickup from you, and a trailer.”

“Wait, why?” Ian asked.

“I’ll fill you in when you check the car, I’ll be right over with it.”

“Hmmm… alright. And hey, you know, favors go both ways…”

“… Ah, yeah, I’ll bring something for you.”

“Thanks, you’re the best Lena.”

“Yeah yeah, I will see you then yeah?”

“See you.”

Eileen looked over to the GPS unit from the Wyvern that was sitting on her countertop. The location was all the way out in the west, was she really going to take a day, maybe two day trek to do some racing for some random people. Not to mention the whole sucking up with the “finest drivers” thing. Still, they did send her a car…

Some time later…

“Man Lena, your cooking is still the best.” Ian said, munching on one of the wraps Eileen had bought over. Food bribes had gotten her quite a lot over the years… something something a way into a man’s heart.

“Thanks.” She smiled, then looking out the shop’s office window into the garage area.

“So you’re really just gonna take the time off to go to some place on a GPS? All the way in Cali?” Ian asked between bites. “Just seems shady as fuuuck to me.”

“I figure there’s easier ways for em to kidnap me or whatever than sending me a custom car.” Eileen answered. “Plus ya know where I’m going, and I’m feelin a need for a vacation anyways.”

“Fair ‘nuff.” Ian looked over to the car, still finishing up the wrap. “Still quite a thing that is. Got a custom racing engine, transmission… hell, all the panels have been replaced with carbon ones. And… a buncha killswitches in the ECU.”

“Guess they only wanted me to get it.”

“You know, you could not go and you could make a lotta money selling the thing… even if you have to take it apart.”

“Pffft, since when has money ever been a concern for me.” Eileen stated, knowing full well Ian knows what she meant. (Hint, her parents ran a pretty good business before dying and her sister fucked off…) “I’ll do it for the adventure, and with how loud that thing is, I’m not drivin cross the states with it.

“Right right… Well, I do got that Kuma KO you can use. Got a few mods on it too.” Ian glanced over at the silver truck he had.

“Really, isn’t that thing new?”

“You probably make better use of it for now, better than it sitting in the shop.”

“You’re too kind, really.”

“Well, in return… actually, I’ll wait till you get back.”

Character profile and vehicle

Name: Eileen Sheila McNamara
Nicknames: Lena, Falcon (formerly)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Nationality: Irish

A previously notorious street racer from a well off family, Eileen is very much a full potential unrealized type. Her go to before was motorway shootouts, with a very hotrodder mentality of going faster: Throw more power and a bigger engine at it. She was beginning to make a name for herself doing it too, especially with the departure of Hornet to the states. Though she was much more of a high speed demon, flying through highways at ridiculous speeds. However, three years ago an accident occured that had taken the life of her father and bedridden her mother. With little choice, Eileen had to stop with the racing and take over the family business, with her little sister to take care of her mother in the meantime. Well, that was the plan anyways. The slight flaw in the plan? Nora had other plans with her life and “did not want to be tied down by family”, leaving rather than to take care of her mother. With little choice, Eileen closed down the family business and stayed behind to take care of her mum. For a year, until further complications had her mum pass away as well. With little left in the UK after that, Eileen left for a career opportunity from a friend in the States, having not returned to Europe since.

There’s not too much good to say Eileen’s relationship with her sister at this point, as Eileen utterly despises her for her selfishness. But aside from that, she has moved on for the most part, being an easy to talk to woman with her rough edges ironed it, easily excitable by the thrill of speed and cars in general. Much unlike her sister, she does tend to think things through and really seems like she has her life under control, despite the fact it has been way out of control.

[ Driving ] A : Precise - A bit strange to think of a person using a car with way too big an engine as precise, but being a high-speed specialist the precision is definitely there

[ Cornering ] A : Grip wins Races - You don’t drift on a highway ok

[ Focus ] B : I will pass you. - Though a bit of a mixed bag, Eileen is very capable of identifying what’s quick, who’s quick, and how to deal with them

[ Experience ] A : Natural Talent - Would likely be more experienced than her sister if life didn’t get in the way, but as things stand its really a natural talent why she’s still competitive

[ Nature ] A : Cool as Ice - Unless it has to do with Nora.

Eileen with the Wyvern GTX:

Modified with lightened panels, and removed quality of life features, this Wyvern weighs in just over 1200kg. Not bad, you say. There’s more however: the standard V8 has been swapped out for a big block, 8 litre naturally aspirated pushrod V8, producing nearly 700hp. Its not only mad quick, its got grip and agility for days with a package that could keep running for ages - provided you don’t run out of fuel.

Meijer Designs (JDM sportscars)

A small revive for this. A public reveal of the first race results-


Congratulations to the winners, seems like the people in Track Devils stand up to their name. Well, except park, he obliterated his car, we are currently working on finding a replacement. :stuck_out_tongue:

I will try to keep this updated, at least with the major events.