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[doomofraven]

Sketch to finished~ Serene (c) @beibakumae Cas (c) @doomofraven

Nightmarerae is my deviantART handle

[beibakumae]

So I got custom shirts for me and actual-aestival because I'm a nerd.

[actual-aestival]

It only took like 500 messages for Rit and Clutch to finally kiss Took 400 for Cabal to kiss Clutch Now we just need to smoosh them all together

but it’s okay because i have a great idea for later *laughs maniacally*

clutch belongs to beibakumae

[chrome-boys]

How would Gagnix react if someone was excited to see his tongue? Slittie would probaly be all up in his lap trying to get him to open his mouth.

Gagnix: I wouldn’t mind showing off but keep your distance...((He doesn’t like people touchin’ him))

[chrome-boys]

beibakumae replied to your post:If you tell me about your cuties I'll tell you...

Clutch is a driver, he’s lost a lancer once and is currently running with actual-aestival’s boy Rit. He’s quiet, and his face paint looks like tears to represent his sadness over his loss. Slittie is a war mama, she just takes care of all the boys!

((Aw nuu! War boys that lose their partners kinda wreck me u.u I couldn’t do that to my boys. I have to spoil em. Do you have drawings of these guys :0

[chrome-boys]

If you tell me about your cuties I'll tell you about mine! :)

((Deal.They usually do practice runs with their mates Scragg and Toad. These practice runs usually turn into stupid challenges like “who can stand on the car the longest” or “How many thundersticks can you throw at once”

[beibakumae]

I’m over here cleaning up my house, whistling away when I realized something after talking to @actual-aestival. We were talking about our original characters and it has hit me...

I have an oc. Her name is Slitcunt. I’ve had her for 16 years... Her mouth and part of her body including her face is stapled together. She is a porn star.

It could be Slit vs Slit.

Fan girl realization out. *Salutes*

[beibakumae]

Clutch

Roleplay Availability: I am willing, I just have kids so it would be over private messaging for that reason.

Name: Clutch

Age: 18 years old

Position: Driver/War Boy

Height: 6’ 3 inches, 160.5 cm

Relationships/Affiliations: Rit, current lancer/part of ot3 (http://rit-lancer.tumblr.com/), Cabal part of ot3 (http://warboycabal.tumblr.com/) Dank, deceased lancer

Physical Appearance: Clutch is a tall, keenly built male. Slender by nature, his constant power lifting of car parts and climbing through the Citadel has toned his body well. Due to his height and easy going nature, he often slouches due to gaining Kyphosis as a pre-teen boy. His shoulder often are tightened, forcing his collarbone to jolt forward. Tilting his head slightly to the right side in relaxed stances gives him the illusion of hearing voices. On his forearms he has piston scar that begin at the joint of his wrist and end at his elbows. The tops of his shoulders have deep, 10 inch scars that span half way down his neck and end at his elbows, mostly from holding up cars parts and motors on his own. Deep “x” scars settle right above both hips, a sign that he had removed his tumors that were growing from his hip bones. Due to having an extreme accident with his last lancer, Clutch has a small gas mask that he carries with him everywhere in a pack around his waist. Upon his right shoulder there is a hole, a loose metal screw in place to help hold his oxygen hoses in case of another accident. Upon his right leg he has a mangle scar that covers his right thigh, but he doesn’t talk about that scar with good reason. His eyes are a bright gray, a black strip of black paint that spans across his eyes and hand prints that bleed down from his eyes that resemble tears.

Clothes/Accessories: Black, tattered cargo shorts. Well worn combat boots. Upon his back he wears a black hollister scrap that spans across his back to hide his “screw hole”. Loosely hanging around  his neck he wears 2 bandanas, a tattered black one and a bright orange one.

Background: His mother had fled from Bartertown as a young woman, in search of the white ghost warriors. She had heard word of a great war god from the whispers in town named “Immortan Joe”, and the word of the V-8 had spread throughout her mind. Wooing one of the “warriors”, she became pregnant at the age of 15 and gave birth to Clutch at 16. The young child became very sick, but he always held on through his mother’s words. She had always spoke of her warrior, a war boy named Atomic. She kept it very hushed, for “war boys are meant to carry the word of Immortan Joe, and Valhalla awaits the bold.” All Clutch wished for was to become a great war boy, and began trying to build whatever he could plan out at the age of 6. For bedtime stories he would listen to the soft voice of his mother, always speaking of the Thunderdome and wars alike. The only one that Dusk Rose spoke of loving was Atomic. Word spread throughout the wastes that Immortan Joe was looking for more war boy warriors, and Dusk Rose knew this would be her chance. She offered Clutch up in exchange for a single pitcher of water on his 8th birthday after hearing through the dark whispers in the shadows that Atomic had fought valiantly and was now walking through the gates of Valhalla shiny and chrome. Clutch realized as she darted away without telling him goodbye that he was just a reminder of what she couldn’t have, that he was only raised to try and replace his father. Upon his arrival at the Citadel, an older war boy named Ace hunted the child down, if only for a moment. He will never forget the male’s words.”Atomic was one of our best warriors, and I was one of the select few that knew about you and your mother. He saved this for you.” A small, tattered box was handed to him, the other male waiting. Shakily opening his package he seen the contents inside, he pulled out a black bandana and a note. Unable to read, Ace read it to him.  “Clutch, I know that this is what you wanted to do. Praise Immortan Joe and the V8 that you decided on becoming what you are. I may have not been there, but i watched you grow through the roof tops. Your mother only thought of me, and I only thought of you. This is a birthday gift for you. Cover your mouth in dust storms, and when you die shiny and chrome I will meet you at the gates of Valhalla.” With those words Ace patted the boy, and Clutch held his bandana. Struggling through the Citadel, he began his adventures. He grew quickly, the slop fed to him much more than what he had at home. He was quiet, always drawing up plans. When challenged in a fight, he would however hold his own and had a powerful punch to knock down his opponent. Ace watched him throughout the years, the younger boy growing in leaps and bounds. Working in with the other mechanics he made odd modifications to cars, which caught the eye of an older war boy named Dank. At the age of 14 he was told that he had been hand selected, through his hard work and suggestion of another war boy he would be a driver. Clutch was ecstatic, meeting Dank for the first time didn’t phase the boy at all. Although Dank was 20 when the boy was 14, they worked hard together. When the Kyphosis set in on Clutch, Dank sat with him to make sure that the other would make it through and be alright. Skip ahead a couple years later, when at the age of 16 the pair became driver and lancer. They were an unstoppable pair, the odd modifications to their vehicle giving Dank wings to fly through the air. Then, the unspeakable happened.Upon an onset battle, Dank catapulted and sacrificed himself to save the Immortan Joe and Clutch. Clutch was devastated, stopping his car to rush to his best friend’s side. Dank smiled upon Clutch, reaching his shaking hand into his pocket to pull out a bright orange bandana for HIS driver. Clutch witnessed his lancer, the only one he had become friends with, to the V8. It took almost a full year for Clutch to get over the death, blaming himself for Dank’s sacrifice. That was when the Organic Mechanic had suggested that he received a new lancer, and set into play the meeting of Rit.

Pairings: Clutch grew accustomed to his lancer Rit, at first fighting and showing aggression towards his old polecat partner, Cabal. After a short time however, he realized that he would have to suck it up since he was important to Rit. He ended up appeasing both of them, and is now in an open relationship with both Cabal and Rit.  

Personality: Clutch is very shy person, his head always tilting because of the buzzing in his ears from too many close call explosions. He is finely tuned as a mechanic, but his true love is the modifications he makes for the cars and driving them into battle. He doesn’t speak very much, and the whispers of “he has lost every lancer in battle” doesn’t help his case. He thinks about how he didn’t join Dank and his father in Valhalla, but his love for the Immortan drives him for that chance. He know however tries to think of different ways that Cabal can ride with him and Rit, not wanting to leave their beloved behind and take him to Valhalla as well. 

Other Information: Clutch makes it through the Fall of Joe, and ends up joining a small band of war boys that leave the Citadel to create a new life. For a while him and Rit are on the outs, Rit impregnanting a woman named Sunna. Both he and Cabal are hurt by this, since Clutch had marked Rit and truly felt that Rit belonged with him. Cabal however is a transboy, and the better diet made him healthier and they end up having twin girls, Firefly and Sage. More to come on them soon.