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「 ₊ ☆ ﾟ cindy kimberly, they/them, agender 」 INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met NATHANIA “TANIA” TAVIANI-HARDJA of the RODANI PROWLERS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s street racers n actually go by PHANTOM. the twenty six y/o is typically seen hanging arnd track - one. allegedly they’re frm new york city n hv been w/ the crew for THREE YEARS. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl ! 「 ₊ ☆ﾟ karin, 26, any pronouns, aest 」
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「 ₊ ☆ ﾟ bae ganghee, she / her, cis woman 」 INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met YOO JIHA of the NARIZA BOIS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s street racers n actually go by CHERRY. the twenty - five y/o is typically seen hanging arnd coyote casino. allegedly they’re frm seoul, south korea n hv been w/ the crew for THREE YEARS. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl !
𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 ...
glittery eyeshadow and yesterday's mascara, the sound of an engine revving in the dead of night, cardboard boxes of memories with the words do not open scrawled across them, watermelon flavored bubblegum, bedazzled gas station lighters marked with a j, the drunken feeling of connectedness underneath the neon lights of a nightclub, the first thunderstorm of the year, the fear that gnaws when you feel somebody losing interest, butterflies in your stomach when you take things too far, tying cherry stems as a party trick, the sound of police sirens feeling as familiar as a lullaby, loose cigarettes and a switchblade at the bottom of a metallic pink shoulder bag, still tucking cash underneath your mattress in habit, the headrush when you realize somebody wants to kiss you, sticking your entire head out the window of a speeding car, the tinkling sounds of a slot machine, nightmares of being back in your childhood home .
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 …
full name. yoo jiha . meaning of names. JI, of korean origin, meaning wisdom. AH, of korean origin, meaning beautiful or elegant. nicknames. cherry; racing alias. date of birth & age. may 11th & twenty5. zodiac. taurus sun, aries moon. gender & pronouns. cis woman & she/her. orientation. bisexual. place of birth. seoul, south korea. ethnicity. korean. current residence. miami, florida. occupation. street racer & blackjack dealer at coyote casino. traits. confident, independent, loyal, passionate, lively; stubborn, reckless, unforgiving, competitive, impatient. click here for more (tba)!
𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 …
# 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝘬𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢
( click for recommended paired reading ) TW: very brief mentions of organized crime, guns, blood, and death. it comes quickly, the moment jiha's parents are knocked off the idealistic pedestals of childhood in her mind. she never knew her mother— there was no goodbye letter to cling to, no stories passed down from her father, just a resounding emptiness where the woman should have been. and her father...a revolving door of strange men with guns hidden under their waistbands, with loud voices and even louder screams, with blood dripping across kitchen tiles and soaking into hardwood floors. my daddy the doctor was replaced by something too big for a little girl to wrap her head around, but still, jiha knew. while her older brother was pulled under the tide of the lifestyle of a back alley doctor ( doctor graves, they called her father ), it seemed like all jiha did was stay as far away as she could from that world. she hated being home and the thought of witnessing somebody's dying breath, hated the metal glint of her father's operating tools. distractions came easily when there was no one setting rules or watching her every move the way most parents would have. she found camaraderie with the neighborhood kids, feeling solace at the sense of normalcy their company provided, though periodically that solace was wiped away once concerned parents scolded their children for befriending the reaper's kid. it was easier in her teenage years; love opened up a world of possibilities for her, and she all but lived at the skatepark or her boyfriend's house at fourteen. the crowd she fell into was questionable, at best, but what else could be expected? only criminals could stomach the daughter of one. at fifteen her world is flipped upside down when her father gets arrested. jiha was terrifed she might lose her brother, too, with all of gunwoo's involvement, but the relief she felt at his perceived innocence was shattered by the forced lifestyle change. shipped away to an aunt who never wanted them and far from the familiar chaos of seoul, jiha and her brother found themselves in the countryside with unfamiliar and stifling rules to follow. it was an odd time for jiha, who felt some relief being away from the childhood home haunted by the men on her father’s operating table, yet suffocated by the overwhelming loneliness she felt being away from everything she’d known for fifteen years. while her brother escaped the monotony for street races in the city, jiha's own journey behind the wheel began with cruising down empty country roads toward what felt like the edge of the world at that time. driving was an escape, but her brother had made it into a way to earn money. every bill sent in her direction was hastily shoved underneath her mattress. she'd find a way out, jiha told herself, the sentiment getting more desperate once gunwoo left for japan. that was when she started frequenting his old stomping grounds, the circle consisting of the wrong type of crowd one she couldn't shake ( much to her aunt's distress ). she was still just a kid in those days, seventeen and hungry in a way that the racing scene knew how to nurture. want to try driving? words she'd never forget, even if her first race is a blur. it didn't take much to draw her in after that— a compliment from the racer she was seeing, and the rush of adrenaline she'd spend the rest of her life chasing was enough.
# 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙩𝙬𝙤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴
she's nineteen when her world shifts again, familiar but different. the brother that had been growing increasingly distant up and disappeared from her life. it's then that jiha can't stand even the briefest talk of family, the word ringing synonymous with abandonment in her head. she's still racing, but there's a desperation even the toughest of tracks can't stifle stirring within her. when she overhears a conversation about gunwoo leaving to the states, jiha doesn't waste much time before she follows to the first place she thinks to look: los angeles. she's more stray dog than girl that first year, curling up at the feet of the first person to show her just the right amount of attention, ready to bite the hands whoever calls her good girl tells her to. she has no concept of crews or rivalries, naturally falling into the orbit of whoever she fills her time with, mistaking loyalty to a team to mean loyalty to her. jiha actually stops racing cars for a bit, sidestepping into a new world of motorcycles and sport bikes. higher stakes, they tell her, as if that wasn't exactly what she was searching for, like her eyes didn't light up for it. she was a star on the path of explosion, but that wasn't what it felt like. so what if she had been left behind? she could convince herself it didn't matter in the moments she could've died scraping the pavement in a daring turn, or when she was going so fast it felt like her heart was ready to leap out of her chest. but old cycles can't seem to let her go— in fighting with the crew she'd surrounded herself with resulted in the familiar sting of abandonment. people she thought cared to stay by her side would leave again, the thrill of the race forever the more appealing option, no matter what the cost. whispers of a racer in miami going by reaper find her at a vulnerable time. and perhaps it's sentimentality, clinging hard and strong since girlhood, refusing to burn out and die, that has her packing her bags again.
# 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘪
it's 2004 when she starts over. miami marks a shift in her life, one that has her revisiting what made her fall in love with racing in the first place— cars. when the nariza bois find her, she's not the lost puppy she was in los angeles. the hunger to prove herself, her reckless abandon, the reflexes she'd picked up from racing motorbikes, all of it adds to her appeal. the bonus? her brother's racing for the rodani prowlers, and there's nothing jiha wouldn't do to see him lose. you're alone in this world, remember that. the mantra she whispers to herself before bed, the one she tries so desperately to remember and expect, lest old wounds eat away at her completely. but three years is a long time; like ivy, the hope crawls its way over her, the feeling like maybe she could belong here growing louder and louder each day. it's only natural, searching for the family she never had in the crew she surrounds herself with, though jiha would never admit it. you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 …
jiha's been on a bit of a #Personality journey. when she was younger and had first gotten into racing, and especially after her brother's abandonment, it was like there was a void inside of her she couldn't fill with anything ( and boy did she try ). it's actually how she earned herself the alias CHERRY; a comment on how she was pretty on the outside, but there was something darker lurking underneath. she was a people pleaser to an insane degree, meaning she'd do absolutely anything someone who was giving her just enough attention asked. definitely not the healthiest person to date, or befriend, even despite jiha wanting to do anything to make other people happy and want to stick around. definitely got herself into some messes back in los angeles ( wanted connections perhaps? 👀 ) the way she was acting when she lived there.
she's definitely mellowed out in the last few years! still has very real abandonment issues that like to manifest in all her relationships ( platonic or not ), but at least she's aware of them now 😭 the anger towards her brother she used to misplace is now very much only directed at him, which kind of gave her a freedom to figure herself out in a way? if that makes sense. i think she feels like she wasted so much of her time fixated on it that nowadays she just wants to enjoy herself and find happiness in whatever way pleases her.
she's a daredevil! has no real sense of self-preservation, although she's been lucky so far and hasn't really needed to develop it. is that one friend you're happy to join in on their chaos until you get into a situation and realize woah maybe she's kind of crazy actually...doesn't often put others in danger, though, or at least not on purpose. is in fact crazy.
is also that one friend that does NOT know how to be alone. when she's seeing someone, she has options b, c, d, e, f, all lined up and ready to go. a serial dater, a shameless flirt, and a commitment-phobe to the highest degree which is insanely hypocritical of her considering she's slashed tires for being ghosted before. perpetually stuck in a can't be left if i leave them first mentality. did i mention she has abandonment issues?
the only thing she likes more than a race is a party. a frequent clubgoer, but that's more because she looooves to dance than because she wants to be sloshed 24/7. does in fact enjoy getting sloshed, though, when the occasion's right ( and it often is! it's miami in 2007, after all... )
she's a blackjack dealer at the coyote casino 😎 i imagine they tried to recruit her to be a bottle girl at first, because she was always hanging around and looking cute, but she got upgraded pretty quick due to how much customers liked her energy. definitely loves a gamble herself ( hello roulette ) but likes betting on races even more.
what she hates? losing. at absolutely anything, no matter how trivial. she's not the type to blow up and cause a scene, but every failure does in fact feel like the absolute end of the world since she still harbors that desperation to prove herself. is prone to falling into old habits when she's feeling the sting of a loss, particularly the version of herself lost and angry with the world, but she's usually quick to snap out of it. if you acknowledge this she will act like you're crazy and imagined it #gaslight because she's embarrassed😔
is amazing in an emergency. there's not much that could make her panic, or even really worry. doesn't scare easily, considering the things she grew up seeing and hearing.
extremely reticent to talk about her past, especially when it comes to family. the topic of her brother gunwoo is the biggest sore spot of all, and a grudge she very obviously carries, even if she's not so ready to confess the details of it. still, one of the items of clothes you'll see her sporting, even more than the nariza bois' jacket, is a worn leather one her brother left behind.
absolutely hates the beach yet owns more bikinis than fit in her wardrobe. these are also part of her usual daily attire ( mainly a bikini top in lieu of a real one ), much to the dismay of many a miami restaurant. she's got a phobia of deep water, especially the ocean, and only now warmed up to the idea of swimming pools in her twenties, although she never learned how to swim.
a chronic smoker since she was probably twelve and bumming cigarette butts off the ground with the rest of the neighborhood hooligans. is constantly saying she'll quit, but no one ever really believes her.
drives a pink ferrari f40! some of the cutesy fun mods are the heart-shaped steering wheel and heart-shaped tire details. as for everything else, well...she spends a lot of time at nariza auto, and gives the mechanics free range to experiment and deck the shit out of her car. one of her favorite things about joining the nariza bois has been how much passion they have for the actual cars and all the things you can do to them. jiha will listen to any one of the nariza bois geek out about mods any day and has a deep admiration for the mechanics.
her racing style is that she doesn't really have one. truly, every race couldn't be more different from the last for jiha, which both impresses and frustrates the shit out of her teammates. on one hand she's unpredictable; and it makes whoever she's racing against struggle to prepare themselves for what she may or may not do. on the other hand, not everything she does works 100% of the time. sometimes she'll lose catastrophically—but the freedom is what makes the wins worth it.
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 …
watch this space ... i fear i've written a novel so maybe i'll update this later but here are some very very loose ideas: regulars at her blackjack table ( bonus points if they belong to the rodani prowlers ), people who knew her in her la days ( for better or for worse ), people to fill the sibling sized hole in her heart ( bonus point for older brother figures, especially if they belong to the nariza bois, and double bonus if they have some sort of beef with her actual brother ), hookups flings situationships exes ( and lots of them ... lord knows she's been in miami long enough to have a roster ), a roommate or two ( im on my knees begging ), friends, enemies, ... frenemies ? ( hello doomed romeo and juliet coded friendship with someone from the rodani prowlers ), anything and everything you can think of! u will see more specific rambly plot ideas once i enter ur dms ... and that's a threat 🔪
𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖤𝖷𝖳: 𝗈𝗆𝗀 𝗁𝗏 𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗍 AZIZ MALLIK 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 RODANI PROWLERS 𝗒𝖾𝗍 ? 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐’𝗌 mechanic 𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝗒 GADGET. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 twenty7 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖽 board galore. 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗆 brooklyn, ny 𝗇 𝗁𝗏 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐/ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 A YEAR. 𝗐𝗍𝗏𝗋. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗄 ? 𝗍𝗍𝗒𝗅 !
ʬʬ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾‚ ⠀⠀⠀⠀identification
full name : aziz mallik . nickname(s) : azi ( common ), a.z ( close friends ), zee ( 4 grams ), twitch ( common with skaters + regulars @ board galore ) . date of birth + age : february tenth, twenty6 . gender + pronouns : androgynous, they / him / her . orientation : labels r dumb . birthplace : brooklyn, new york . residency : shifty two bedroom apartment located downtown w/ ?? . education : high school graduate . got their bachelor's in mechanical engineering @ florida international university in 2005 . occupation : assistant manager @ board galore, does cellphone + electronic + skate repairs on the side . hair : chestnut brown locks that are no longer recognizable; signature styles include a shaved buzzcut that acts as a blank canvas whenever bored ( 1 ) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) . eyes : hazel + wide, droopy eyes . body mods : board here . distinguishing features : permanent resting bitch face, a dimple on the right cheek, thick lips, uneven blinks, bushy eyebrows . scars : several scattered scabs and cuts due to taking a nasty dive off her board + picking at skin, a healed up gash going along the inner hip bone on the left side from a trampoline accident as a teen . style : board here . dominant hand : ambidextrous . height : 5'11 ( 180 cm ) signature scent : warm vanilla sugar by bath and body works . affiliation : rodani prowlers; a year in . position : mechanic . alias : gadget . collection : doesn't own any cars; typically carpools . preferred ride : a 2004 zoo york skateboard from the warriors collection ( specifically the furies or riffs ) . occasionally swaps with a 2000 blood orange mongoose sniper bmx bike that's tricked out or v-form tst 2000 roller hockey rollerblades .
ʬʬ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇two‚ ⠀⠀⠀⠀background
• ⠀ trigger warning(s) include : none . omg someone happy for once
I. you barely knew the streets of brooklyn . after a life changing disney trip in florida, your parents made the decision to move down south and start the "american dream" walt disney always wanted in orlando, the numbers of siblings you had jumping from one to five seemingly overnight . the house was busy, sure, but it wasn't busier than you; the dubbed "brainiac" of the brady bunch, the kid who kept a screwdriver in one pocket and a chewed up blue ink pen in the other that made up math equations on the fly just to piss off their siblings and call then dumb when they can't answer . not only that but you had a habit of breaking down toys and consoles just to examine "their insides" before putting them together again, sometimes fixing them as good as new ( since you did break them beforehand ) and showing off just how good you were with your little gadgets . II. as you got older, your "projects" got bigger . you worked on anything handheld to tricking out bikes, working on skateboards, tuning four wheelers, and eventually helping out with cars ─ or just the family mini van . your dad, seeing how serious you take your craft, suggested you go into engineering like he did . so you attend florida international in miami, move out to a shitty little student apartment nearby and get your degree in mechanical engineering in 2005 . in between studying and shaving your head since it was all the rage, you get a job at board galore and quickly work your way up to assistant manager, easily making friends with the stoners and skaters that frequent the shop and turf's skate park . III. you originally plan to move back to orlando and stick it out in your parents garage for a bit longer but an opportunity presents itself to you in the form of a rodani prowler . you were minding your business when you came across one of their rides . you slipped off your headphones, eyeing it down and mainly talking to yourself about every specific part, analyzing it's very exterior and if you could, you'd do the interior, too . you catch the owner's attention, a conversation striking up and soon you're giving them advice on what to tune to make their ride a bit faster . little did you know that your guidance helped them win a race, your name being brought up to the crew until you're being approached at board galore by the winner themselves asking if you want to "do something more important with your life." with an offer like that, you couldn't refuse, now becoming one of the mechanics working on the fastest rides all around miami .
ʬʬ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇three‚ ⠀⠀⠀⠀snippets
that's_bestie : the friend everyone needs and i'm not even joking . need to vent from 12 am to 4 am ? call azi . need a place to crash ? come to azi's place ! will you get hit upside the head if you show up unannounced ? yes but it's filled with love . easily the designated mom friend you go to for advice that reads you to filth then says "but that's what i love about you." candy_high : not a smoker or an arsonist sadly but they do love candy . you can normally catch her snacking on starbursts as it's their favorite . easily the best thing to buy when you have to bribe him . smart_ass : not usually into gloating about how big his brain is but when they do, get ready for an earful . they love being right . it's the 2nd thing they love more than tinkering . carstrophobic : he may work on cars but they're far from a car person . they hate the lack of space and how restricted it feels so normally she's riding her board around instead of taking a bus or riding with someone . they only carpool with close friends because they force themselves to be occupied with something else to take their mind off of being still .
ʬʬ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇four‚ ⠀⠀⠀⠀wanted
tba .
INCOMING TEXT : omg hv u met NICO VALENTIN of the RODANI PROWLERS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s import models n actually go by AMOR. the twenty five y/o is typically seen hanging arnd rodani wheels. allegedly they’re frm miami, fl n hv been w/ the crew for SIX MONTHS. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl !
BASIC ꜜꜜꜜ INFORMATION.
full name: nico valentin. / nickname(s): none. / alias: amor. / birthdate: august 17, 1981. / birthplace: miami, fl. / zodiac signs: leo sun, pisces moon, virgo rising. / gender + pronouns: demi man + he&they. / orientation: bisexual.
faceclaim: michael cimino. / height: 5 ft, 11 in. / hair color: black. / hair style: worn shaggy and curly. / eye color: brown. / tattoos + piercings: see pinterest. / scars: a chicken pox scar on his ribs.
education level: community college graduate. / occupation: model for rodani and freelance artist. / crew: rodani prowlers. / residence: small apartment near rodani wheels.
positive traits: sanguine, expressive. / negative traits: mooning, stubborn. / sociability: high. / emotional stability: moderate to high. / character study: jack twist (titanic), han lue (fast & furious).
MORE ꜜꜜꜜ INFORMATION.
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INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met DOVE SANTOS of the NARIZA BOIS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s import models n actually go by DIESEL. the twenty - six y/o is typically seen hanging arnd coyote casino. allegedly they’re frm miami n hv been w/ the crew for THREE YEARS. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl !
⠀ ⁽ ⠀¹⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗦 ⠀✶! ⠀ ⠀⸺
› ⠀ ⠀birth ⠀name. ⠀ ⠀ ■■■ ■■■ ■■■. › ⠀ ⠀legal ⠀name. ⠀ ⠀ dove riveros santos. › ⠀ ⠀nicknames. ⠀ ⠀ palo, dovs, santa, santi. › ⠀ ⠀alias. ⠀ ⠀ diesel. › ⠀ ⠀age. ⠀ ⠀ twenty - six. › ⠀ ⠀d.o.b. ⠀ ⠀ october 26th, 1980. 23:32pm. › ⠀ ⠀astros. ⠀ ⠀ scorpio sun, gemini moon, gemini rising. › ⠀ ⠀birthplace. ⠀ ⠀ ■■■■■, ■■■■. › ⠀ ⠀residence. ⠀ ⠀ miami, florida. › ⠀ ⠀nationality. ⠀ ⠀ argentinian - american. › ⠀ ⠀tongues. ⠀ ⠀ spanish, english. › ⠀ ⠀identity. ⠀ ⠀ cis woman, she/her. › ⠀ ⠀orientation. ⠀ ⠀ lesbian. › ⠀ ⠀relationship ⠀status. ⠀ ⠀ single. › ⠀ ⠀occupation. ⠀ ⠀ import model affiliated with the nariza bois.
⠀ ⁽ ⠀²⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 ⠀✶! ⠀ ⠀⸺
› ⠀ ⠀countenance. ⠀ ⠀ emilia mernes. › ⠀ ⠀details. ⠀ ⠀ intense hazel eyes, blinding smile, a mean nasty glare, sun - tanned golden skin. › ⠀ ⠀adornments. ⠀ ⠀ oftentimes adds diamond - like star stickers under her eyes. › ⠀ ⠀hair. ⠀ ⠀ naturally straight and dark brown, currently dyed a light brown with blonde streaks. › ⠀ ⠀stature. ⠀ ⠀ 164cm / 5'3ft. › ⠀ ⠀build. ⠀ ⠀ toned.
⠀ ⁽ ⠀³⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠𝗦 ⠀✶! ⠀ ⠀⸺
› ⠀ ⠀positives. ⠀ ⠀ lionhearted, resilient, affectionate, outgoing, venturesome. › ⠀ ⠀negatives. ⠀ ⠀ temperamental, has a mean tongue, unpunctual, abrasive, cynical, sly, can be tactless, treacherous. › ⠀ ⠀neutrals. ⠀ ⠀ resolute, astute, vehement, profligate, secretive. › ⠀ ⠀sociability. ⠀ ⠀ outgoing down to the marrow bone… albeit too self - interested. › ⠀ ⠀strengths. ⠀ ⠀ ability to crawl back up from any situation, passionate about herself, utterly independent. › ⠀ ⠀weaknesses. ⠀ ⠀ gnawing as a defense mechanism, self - destructive, inability to rely on others. › ⠀ ⠀fears. ⠀ ⠀ ■■■■■ ■■■ ■■■■. › ⠀ ⠀mannerisms. ⠀ ⠀ arms crossed across her chest, raised brow almost a default setting, skepticism that radiates off, easily triggered middle finger, fixing her hair, nails clanking on any surface, applying gloss. › ⠀ ⠀leisure. ⠀ ⠀ shopping, clubbing, treating herself, spending time with friends, roller skating, getting her nails done. › ⠀ ⠀likes. ⠀ ⠀ salsa clubs, astrology, rivers, baking, arroz con leche, photoshoots, going to concerts, the beach. › ⠀ ⠀dislikes. ⠀ ⠀ men, nosy people, dirty places.
you think you know dove . you get a hang of her mean bones and you believe she's natural to miami and turns out you know nothing . none of it is real ; you will never know the name they bestowed upon her after she came to this world nor will you learn the fact she was born a different person , you will never know the way she had to claw and bite her way into survival , you will never know where she comes from or the things she has truly seen . all you will know is the story she crafted for herself on a whim and the name of her rebirth , the always present attitude , the distance she puts between you and her , her lack of hesitation and remorse to come out on top . a dog forced to bite for survival will hardly know anything else .
⠀ ⁽ ⠀⁴⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗘4𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 ⠀✶! ⠀ ⠀⸺
› ⠀ ⠀affiliation. ⠀ ⠀ nariza bois. › ⠀ ⠀position. ⠀ ⠀ import model. › ⠀ ⠀in the tracks. ⠀ ⠀ big fan of signaling the start of a race, if you are a man she will not ride with you unless you are her government assigned himbo. › ⠀ ⠀alias. ⠀ ⠀ diesel. › ⠀ ⠀dove ride. ⠀ ⠀ suzuki 1300 gsx-r hayabusa fully customized in chrome. modding lvl: CHR_MED OFF!
diesel has been in the scene for several years now , glowing under the smoke of screeching tires and seated next to pretty girls in their expensive cars . she enjoys the smell of the spray as she cements the starting line on the pavement , the purring of the cars , the built up tension as everyone awaits for her signal to start .
she started off as an import magazine model , randomly scouted out one day on the streets and not pondering much on it before accepting , a check is a check . it didn't take much for her to find joy in this scene . she gets to look pretty , she is fawned over and the pay between the magazines and her association to a crew is generous enough .
⸺ ⠀ ⠀𝗧𝗨𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛'𝗦 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗦' 𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗟ⵑ⠀ ⠀★
⠀ ⁽ ⠀⁵⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗨𝗠 ⠀✶! ⠀ ⠀⸺
★ ⠀ ⠀diesel rised as a prowler and will die a nariza . if you ask her , there wasn't much of a reason to switch , a new ambient sounded good after the built - up tension over the months . but maybe things were getting too serious for her .
★ ⠀ ⠀god another crazy woman has been bestowed upon the bois … albeit property destruction isn't among her crimes , dove has a gun and she isn't scared to use it . she swears she has a good heart but god people are soooo stupid and somebody needs to let them know , meaning , she has a very mean bone structure that is half defense mechanism half her nature .
★ ⠀ ⠀a very well known raging man - hating lesbian , may have invented misandrism from scratch . if people generally annoy her , men tend to piss her off .
★ ⠀ ⠀in a world of cars dove rides a bike and doesn't really own a car . it's either taxi or rent - a - car time !
★ ⠀ ⠀loves money and loves to spend it . she also likes going to coyote casino in full attire , claims to feel expensive when doing so .
★ ⠀ ⠀as ominously aforementioned , everything you think you know about her you really don't . she changed her full legal name the moment she turned eighteen and you will never know the name on her birth certificate nor where she grew up or where she really comes from , the only truth about her origins being her birthplace , buenos aires . she claims to be from miami - dade , arriving to america at the age of five , and when you ask her about her parents , she will tell you they died on a tragic accident she doesn't want to talk about . the truth ? dove never met her parents , another number in the system ever since her first memory . she comes from everywhere and nowhere at once , constantly jumping thorough the states experiencing many different situations with multiple foster families , all of them nothing short of awful . ⸺ this section is undisclosed information unless otherwise plotted .
★ ⠀ ⠀has developed a very strong "every man for themselves" mentality where she will betray you if she has to . she grew up alone in this world and that's what it'll always be like to her sorryyyy !
★ ⠀ ⠀the reason behind picking dove as her name is because she sees them as free beings , not realizing the irony behind these animals ; originally housed by humans only to be abandoned , dependency turned knife .
★ ⠀ ⠀definitely a clean freak ... shoes out of your feet or you are not stepping into her house first of all !
⠀ ⁽ ⠀⁶⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝗜𝗪4𝗡𝗧𝗨 ⠀✶! ⠀ ⠀⸺ ⠀ ⠀𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 & 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗧ⵑ 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡 ...
⸺ ⠀ ⠀𝗠𝗜𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗥𝟰𝗭𝗘-𝗕𝗨𝗭𝗭 . 𝗖𝗢𝗠⠀ ⠀★⠀ ⠀𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧: 𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗠𝗬 $$$ @ 𝗖𝗬𝗧𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗦
★ PINTEREST BOARD .
INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met TEMPERANCE “TEM” KOVAČ of the RODANI PROWLERS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s street racers n actually go by COLA. the twenty three y/o is typically seen hanging arnd vogue videos. allegedly they’re frm queens, nyc n hv been w/ the crew for THREE YEARS. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl !
name. temperance jane kovač. nickname(s). tem. age. twenty three. gender & pronouns. cis woman & she/her. orientation. demisexual, biromantic. birthdate. january 2nd, 1984. birthplace. new york city, new york. zodiac sign. capricorn. spoken languages. english ( native, ), spanish ( fluent ), french ( fluent ), mandarin ( semi-fluent ). education. high school graduate, currently pursuing a bachelor’s in aerospace engineering. occupation. assistant manager at vogue videos. living arrangements. renting a one bedroom with someone (WC). the roommate has the bedroom. her own “room” is the living room, with a couch bed serving as her bed.
mother. ???????, ?????. father. marcus kovaç, deceased. siblings. none that she knows about. significant other. single, gets a new crush every week. extended family / important figures. n/a. pets. none.
height. five feet eight inches. hair. chestnut brown, which she thinks is boring so she tries to add as much color to it as she can when she braids it. can never stick to a hairstyle. eyes. light brown. body mods. ears pierced as a baby. she wants a tattoo, but she's scared of the pain and she can't quite afford a good one right now. scars. nothing of note, other than the sprinkling of scars that come from falling on new york city streets as a kid over and over. voice. like a song, if someone's playing that song on a speaker and so loud it makes your ears bleed. tem's high-pitched voice can be heard from three rooms over, and she has no qualms about her lack of volume control. talks a mile a minute, too, able to switch topics with frightening ease, and then is confused when someone can't keep up. still has a new york accent. wardrobe. like a fairy threw up clothes. tem likes bright colors and sparkles, and her wardrobe thusly shows in typical garish early 2000s fashion. big fan of cutting up graphic tees, giant sparkly belts, and low rise jeans. the least fashionable part of tem's wardrobe is her shoes: that is, the lack of them. she mostly wears the same beat-up sneakers on her day-to-day, nicer shoes left for fancier events. distinguishing characteristics. dimples, a manic look in her eye.
color. pink. labels. the gregarious, the quixotic, the halcyon. temperament. sanguine. alignment. chaotic good. primary vice. gluttony. primary virtue. charity. physical conditions. none. neurological conditions. none. emotional stability. right in the middle of stable and unstable. tem's relatively easy to ragebait, but that's not true anger. sometimes it feels like she's waiting for someone to come and tip the scales properly. sociability. extrovert. drug use. none. alcohol use. socially. lightweight.
you are born both wanted and unwanted. your father’s never spoken much about what happened, so all you know is this: your mother had you, and the moment she was able to, she left you and your father forever. you’ve never met her, never seen so much as a picture, and your father was always careful never to let anything about her slip. but growing up, you saw his pain firsthand, the way he never took another love. growing up, though, you were happy. your dad ran an auto shop and taught you how to drive through busy manhattan streets. he taught you how to drive cars. he gave you every part of your name. everything you know, you learned at his hand.
your father also taught you how to be independent, but not how either of you expected. it happened when you turned 17: suddenly, he grew ill. suddenly life was hospital stays and nurse visits. until, right before you turned 18, he left you. died peacefully in his sleep. with his death, you begin to find new york stifling. home is no longer home without him. you take a gap year, and by 19 you’re looking for universities as far away from the city as possible. miami accepts and calls you, a place where you can drive fast and study aerospace engineering and not think about how empty the apartment feels without your father there.
you’re recruited into the prowlers after the split, but inherited beef is still serious beef in your eyes. there’s a space for you here, or maybe you force yourself to be the missing puzzle piece. regardless, you’re here to stay: you leave new york and your father behind and you don’t look back.
wc tag.
i'll add more here later :p
UNLOCKING RHIANNON MYER ꗃ
₊ ☆ ﾟ INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met RHIANNON MYER of the RODANI PROWLERS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s import models n actually go by BOWIE. the twenty seven y/o is typically seen hanging arnd body. allegedly they’re frm tromsø, norway n hv been w/ the crew for ONE YEAR. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl !
OVERVIEW ꗃ AESTHETICS.
falling into silk sheets. butterflies in your stomach. pulling at the strings that bind. lipstick stained cigarettes. a dazzling smile that doesn't meet the eyes. good or bad, at least you're seen & anything looks better with a bow on top.
OVERVIEW ꗃ STATISTICS.
full name: rhiannon ███████ myer. / nickname(s): rhi. / alias: bowie. / birthdate: may 25, 1979 ( 27 ). / birthplace: tromsø, norway. / zodiac signs: gemini sun, taurus moon, leo rising. / gender + pronouns: cis woman + she&her. / orientation: bisexual. faceclaim: alisha boe. / height: 5 ft, 4 in. / hair color: dark brown with blonde lowlights. / hair style: frequently worn curly, like this w / a ribbon. only straightens it to wear hair tinsel. / eye color: brown. / tattoos + piercings: yes, see pinterest. / scars: small ones around her knees from dancing days. education level: ██ ███████ / occupation: full time model (mostly w / import cars, but books other things for a padded paycheck) + former dancer @ body. / crew: rodani prowlers. / residence: a studio apartment near aventura mall. positive traits: fervent, voluble, hospitable. / negative traits: envious, facetious, somewhat haugthy. / sociability: high. / emotional stability: moderate. / character study: carrie (sex and the city), destiny (hustlers), manny (degrassi), hanna (pretty little liars), haley (modern family), amy (little women), brittany (glee), lana (smallville).
REDIRECT TO ( FULL ) INTERVIEW.
HEADCANONS ꗃ BEGINNINGS.
born in tromsø, norway to a set of perfectly fine parents. not overwhelmingly perfect, not head-over-heels in love, not overtly excited to start a family– just two people shuffling through the cards they had been dealth. by no means did they neglect or resent rhiannon. they did the minimum, and they were just fine.
rhiannon spent a lot of her childhood attempting to escape this confinement. settling was not an option for her. from schoolwork to extracurriculars, she would excel. each time she did something deemed particularly impressive, she ran to show her parents. most of the time, she was met with the same passive praise. perfect marks academically ? advancing to pointe ? winning a volleyball match ? “that’s lovely, vinnen min.” even her failures came with a script– “all that matters is that you tried, ████.”
just before her ███ year of upper secondary school, rhiannon decided that it was fine. if her parents wanted to live out a perfectly quiet and fine life, that would be okay. but she didn’t want to settle for just fine– she craved perfection.
slipping through the cracks on monotony was easy. easier than it should have been, really. as a perfectly fine child, she held so much of her parent’s trust. she was supposed to stay with a friend that night to study for a big test the next day. truthfully, she did plan to go. she packed an overnight bag, walked to her friend’s street– & then kept going. to the bus stop, to bergen. to the train, to oslo.
leaving tromsø was not enough. her newly discovered wanderlust pushed her to go further, to find her way out of norway. then it was across sweden, denmark, germany– the years blur together. she manages to make a friend. an important friend. someone with connections, someone who could take her further. a man backpacking through europe with more money than he knew how to spend, and a lonely void that rhiannon mended thoughtfully.
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begin - you're on your own, kid.
this connection carries her all the way to the united states at ██ years old. however, rushed bonds come with quick endings. she found herself alone in a new country, with a few bands of cash shoved in her purse.
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her eyes must twinkle the first time she watches miami come to life. she was 21 years old, perfect timing for her to indulge in the city’s nightlife. more than anything, she wanted to stay. she picked up jobs wherever she could – starting with miami grillz (owned by xile’s dad). for the first time, rhiannon found a fit. she wanted to stay.
miscellaneous.
bounced around food service jobs in miami until she realized where she could feel like she was the star of the show & make a killing — landing her right at body's open audition night. she worked there until being recruited as a model.
has only been with the crew for 1 year ! but this is the first time since running away that she feels she has a family ... there is absolutely blind loyalty going on there but she is happy 2 have it
a very bright & bubbly personality, but if u look closely enough, there is something Looming beneath.
cannot drive!!!! do not let her!!!! not in a silly goofy way like i mean she does not know the brake from the gas. she has never been behind the wheel in her LIFE and should not start now <3 (except the 1 time xile attempted to teach her …)
「 ₊ ☆ ﾟ fka twigs, she/her, cis female 」 INCOMING TEXT: omg hv u met JUNE BAILEY of the NARIZA BOIS yet ? they’re one of the crew’s street racers n actually go by SATURN. the thirty two y/o is typically seen hanging arnd so true tattoo. allegedly they’re frm chicago, illinois n hv been w/ the crew for THREE YEARS. wtvr. just watch out for them, k ? ttyl ! 」
THE START
"c'mon," an exhale, a whisper lost under the angry growling of the engine beneath her, begging to be set free. eyes locked between two windows, the glare of the stoplight tinting everything red under the moonless sky.
"c'mon," june whispers, pleading with no one, the road an empty mouth yawning before her. on her left, an engine screams; the driver's putting on a show, trying to scare her. with her wide brown eyes, her tiny stature, she certainly looks scare-able—but june's not scared. anyway, her eyes aren't on him, they're flicking to the cross-traffic stoplight, shining kelly green.
"c'mon," she can hardly register her heart beating as fast as it ever has. all she knows, all she's ever known, is that stoplight. and just like that, it flicks to yellow. right foot presses down, engine chomping at the bit. her rings clang against the metal of the gear shift. in the corner of her eye, june can see the other car, a splotch of blue.
she'd been eyeing him for several miles. a beautiful mitsubishi galant, brand new in perfect condition, and a total jackass behind the wheel. she'd been going to car meets with her older brother for long enough now that she could spot a racer from a mile away. it had been easy to egg him on, all she had to do was catch his eye. he was young, hyper-masculine; his car was flashy and new, a custom paint job with rims. hers looked (and was) busted—the inevitable result of low funds and high speeds—but the engine, oh god, how she sang; speeding down the open highway, sun pouring through the windows, she'd served june well in the short time she'd been driving her.
newly licensed, however, june had yet to put her car up to the test. a hand-me-down from her brother, a birthday gift of sorts, june knew she was fast, but not if she was fast enough. her engine pleaded, sensing the challenge; it wanted to be cut loose. the cross-traffic light flicked to red, and june gave it what it wanted.
the cars blasted from the line, june taking a quick and easy lead. she was vaguely aware of the other car in her rear-view, but most of all, she was aware of the unrestrained joy pulsing its way through her bloodstream, like getting high for the first time. a laugh bubbled from her throat as she pressed on the gas, road screaming beneath her. she could do that forever; just drive, needle pressing higher and higher and everything passing her by. nothing but the open road and a desperate inching toward lightspeed.
but then she missed a gearshift, and the engine stuttered. the mitsubishi streaked past her, kicking up a cloud of dust. she'd lost the race, but it didn't matter. euphoria still singing in her fingertips, june had found a new goal: to feel as she had just now (that is, fast), forever.
THE INTERVIEW
q: tell the story behind your alias.
a: "they call me saturn," she sits up a little straighter just then, chin high, "like the rings." her finger traces the air, tiny orbits, and she smiles. she'd gravitated toward the nariza bois for a reason, after all. "when I drift, it's like, perfect circles," she's never been the humble type, but she shrugs like she's throwing it all away. "on a good day, anyway." what she wouldn't tell you is that it's also because she's spacey, mind on another planet. she's lucky her alias wasn't alf.
q: is street racing a long term plan or a short lived hobby for you?
a: "this is for life, baby! you can pry this shit from my cold, dead hands." june's all smiles, couldn't imagine a different life and didn't want to. her brother was a car junkie, and turned her on to the world of car meets before she knew how to drive. she's always appreciated a beautiful car, the power of an engine; even sitting in the passenger's seat, she's always loved going fast. her first race got her hooked, but it was her first win that sealed the deal. june swears she was built for this, and she feels it head to toe every time her fingers wrap around a steering wheel.
q: how do you feel about the establishment of the nariza bois, particularly in relation to their split from the rodani prowlers?
a: her eyes are rolling before the question is finished, irritation flashing on her face clear as a headlight. "the split was necessary. those prowler assholes act like it's sacrilege to try a new technique. racing isn't just about nice cars and fancy parts." she didn't come from money, never had the sort of access the rodani prowlers were used to, and she'd done just fine street racing around chicago in her youth. all you really needed was a reliable mechanic and some creative maneuvering behind the wheel. of course, the mods they imagined up in nariza auto didn't hurt, either. "besides, our crew drifts circles around them."
q: what car do you drive? how have your made your car your own?
a: june smiles, eyes gleaming at the mere mention of her baby. "she's a 2001 mazda mx5," a dreamy sigh escapes her lips, and she continues, "baby blue, with iridescent rims. and magenta interior, 'cause you gotta represent, y'know?" modded to absolute oblivion thanks to the talented hands down at nariza auto, of course.
q: you're often seen around [so true tattoo]– what does a typical visit look like for you?
a: before saying a word, she lifts her braids to expose her ears, which are ringed with jewelry. "what can I say? I like getting stabbed." she has a couple tattoos, but they aren't quite her scene; she prefers the throbbing, immediate pain of a piercing to the dull buzzing of a tattoo. that, and the fact that she can change out her jewelry anytime she gets bored of her reflection, which is often.
THE BIO
she was born february 13th, 1975. for those keeping score, that makes her an aquarius sun, aries moon, pisces rising. this presents itself in a multitude of ways, the most obvious being chronic weird girl syndrome.
june grew up on the southside of chicago, basking in the beauty, art, and culture that was exploding from it. her family didn't have much, but they had each other, and she always grew up knowing fundamentally that you look out for your own.
her older brother was a huge influence on her. he and his friends were the cool kids, the ones june looked up to. she was the lame tag-along sister, but the thing was, he kept letting her tag along. first skate parks, then car meets, then she was going along to races with his crew—she couldn't drive, but she didn't care. the exhilaration was in the smell of burning rubber, the look of glory on the winner's face.
her first car (a '75 plymouth duster) was a gift, a hand-me-down from her brother, and it is to this day the best gift she ever received. it had been his first car, the one he'd spent a year of his life sweating under other people's cars to save up for. at the time he gave it, he'd already picked up a couple other options, had established a less-than-reputable business doing custom mods for his friends. even so, the gesture meant the world, and she treasured that car for many years.
as a condition for the car, june's brother made her swear up and down she would never use it for racing. he must've known even as he spoke the words that was a promise she would never keep. and indeed, she broke it only days later, finding herself unable to resist temptation when it came knocking. he let her keep the car, anyway—he was her frankenstein, after all.
her driving was a mess at first, all fire in the first half and falling apart in the second. by her senior year of high school, she'd practically given up racing, tired of losing. instead, she spent her time on empty roads and in parking lots in the suburbs, practicing. this is where she really unlocked her love of drifting, and it felt like this: control in the midst of what should be chaos.
when she returned to the racing scene in '95, she surprised everyone by winning, and winning often. all of the sudden, people knew who june was. for the first time ever, she would show up at a car meet and people she'd never met would greet her by name. june wasn't known as the best, but she was known, and that counted for something, right?
over the next few years, she built up a decent reputation for herself in the chicago racing scene. she wasn't always the fastest one on the track, but she always put on a show, using flashy maneuvers to get an edge on distractable drivers or block out racers with fancier cars. and she won often enough—turns out all that time dicking around in parking lots actually helped. and thank god, because her job at hot topic paid shit.
june had to leave chicago in 2003 after her brother ran into some trouble. she knew a little too much about what he'd been up to; it was safer to dip than to risk getting taken down with him. she packed a suitcase and hit the road, no destination in sight. she was calling it a road trip. she wasn't planning on staying anywhere permanently, just seeing where the road took her.
when she found herself in miami, june's only intention was to party—and party she did. for three nights, june floated like a cloud from club to club, drinking, smoking, and snorting anything and everything presented to her. but everywhere she went, she kept hearing whispers, whispers she couldn't ignore...
she joined the prowlers in fall of '03. in her words, "it was insane". she had never experienced the level of luxury that the prowlers could afford. and she was only just finding her legs there, only just getting used to the insanity, when the split happened.
she was always on mercury's side. and though some part of her (one she will never admit to) does miss the vip treatment being the prowlers got her, june was never one to follow rules, anyway.
very quickly, june found herself bonding to the nariza bois in that permanent, soul-bound kind of way. her family taught her to take care of her own, and that includes the bois now. she misses chicago, sure... until she starts thinking about the winter. miami is home.
she's been in the scene a long time, and she's starting to feel it. not that she's over it—far from it—but it seems like every other week now some new hot shot comes racing through, and she's just astonished by their youth, their energy. she's only thirty two, but her races are starting to bleed together in her head. could it be she's losing her edge?
THE HEADCANONS
june loves beautiful women. she's a little bit of a romantic, actually; swears she falls in love 8 times a day. the trouble is, it never lasts long. all it takes is the next pretty face to walk in and bat their eyelashes, and she's a goner.
everyone loves a party, right? at least, june does—and who would she be to say no when offered a substance or two? listen, what happens in a dark club, stays in a dark club...
she loves to play the gamecube. she knows the wii interface is better, she doesn't care. she's beat the need for speed: underground game twice. catch her hitting her villagers with shovels in the og animal crossing.
june loves jewelry! rings, necklaces, earrings; she loves to layer it all up, particularly gold pieces. same goes for tooth gems, facial piercings, even tattoos to an extent; she likes the idea of modding herself out like her car.
THE WANTED CONNECTIONS
the bad influence: look, she's a full grown woman and all, but june has never been able to say no to peer pressure. being the youngest in the friend group as a teenager will do that to a person. this is someone who is constantly convincing her to go out, drink more, maybe even take some... other substances. she can't say no, and she always has fun, but god those hangovers don't feel like they used to...
i'm right you're wrong: i imagine this is a rodani racer, maybe someone she knew from back in the day before the split. her driving is explosive, tricky; i imagine this person is a more straight-forward type of fast. they fundamentally disagree about what racing should be, and she absolutely loves to argue with them. like, she will seek them out on purpose, even though they hate each other, just to start arguments, because she likes being annoying.
crush of the week: june can't resist a pretty face. this is someone she cannot stop flirting with, whether or not the person entertains it. any gender accepted here, though she tends to go for women more often than not.
jilted lover: listen, my girl loves to hit it and quit it. i'm sorry. it's who she is. this used to be her crush of the week, and they reciprocated. it was great, until they caught her at 12welve flirting with some chick and, well... you know how it goes.
jealousy, jealousy: this is a rival of sorts in the scene. someone who's at june's level, or someone who's recently risen to it, who she can't stop comparing herself to. i see this as someone younger than her, or at least less experienced. this person triggers a lot of insecurity for her so she acts kinda shady around them as a defense mechanism.
star student: a nariza boi that she's taken under her wing, a sort of mentor/mentee situation. they have so much potential! she is so proud! but also terrified, because they're already better than she was at their age, and they're quickly reaching better than she is at her current age. ultimately though, it's all love; if the bois are prospering so is june.
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