Post by ebonyviper on May 21, 2007 11:01:27 GMT -5
~Intro~
Street-racing, as far as the authorities were concerned, was illegal. But the tuners did not see it that way. They saw it as a way for the higher-class to take away their freedom. It was an insult and the tuners were determined to fight this discrimination and prejudice against them, even if it meant starting that war years ago. Now again, there were battles that ended more horrible than the last.
Ebony had been involved since the very beginning. She hated the discrimination and the prejudice against her kind and was determined to fight against them. There were fading scars across her frame that indicated a fight in which she had been involved in that were covered up by glossy, black paint. Injuries were nothing new to her, even if she were only seventeen.
Looking down the long stretch of road, the black Dodge Viper could see the street lamps light up at the arrival of night. Out came the nocturnal creatures that hunted for food or tried to stay alive and protect themselves from night predators.
Ebony was a predator herself, hunting the streets looking for those who would be willing to race for her. In the Realm of Tuners, she was known as the Black Viper, an experienced street-racer who has never been beaten in a race before. She maintained that reputation without much effort, placing her, so to speak, at the top of the totum pole.
It was interesting. Whenever she passed by, other tuners would freeze, as if incurring her wrath would be the death of them. Her spikes were probably responsible for that. However, Ebony raced with them drawn inside hidden compartments to only be used as a last resort. She didn't use them out of malice, only intimidation. And there were not only public reasons why she had them installed, but personal reasons that she'd keep to herself. She was a very private car and nobody really knew what she was thinking about, if she was thinking about something at all.
It's quiet tonight, she thought as she drove down the road, Almost too quiet for my comfort. Something's going to happen and it won't be pleasant.
(((((OOC: Okay, this is the best intro I can come up with at the moment. Now, anyone who wants to join can introduce their characters. This is just to get the ball rolling. Hope to see you all here in a bit.)))))
Street-racing, as far as the authorities were concerned, was illegal. But the tuners did not see it that way. They saw it as a way for the higher-class to take away their freedom. It was an insult and the tuners were determined to fight this discrimination and prejudice against them, even if it meant starting that war years ago. Now again, there were battles that ended more horrible than the last.
Ebony had been involved since the very beginning. She hated the discrimination and the prejudice against her kind and was determined to fight against them. There were fading scars across her frame that indicated a fight in which she had been involved in that were covered up by glossy, black paint. Injuries were nothing new to her, even if she were only seventeen.
Looking down the long stretch of road, the black Dodge Viper could see the street lamps light up at the arrival of night. Out came the nocturnal creatures that hunted for food or tried to stay alive and protect themselves from night predators.
Ebony was a predator herself, hunting the streets looking for those who would be willing to race for her. In the Realm of Tuners, she was known as the Black Viper, an experienced street-racer who has never been beaten in a race before. She maintained that reputation without much effort, placing her, so to speak, at the top of the totum pole.
It was interesting. Whenever she passed by, other tuners would freeze, as if incurring her wrath would be the death of them. Her spikes were probably responsible for that. However, Ebony raced with them drawn inside hidden compartments to only be used as a last resort. She didn't use them out of malice, only intimidation. And there were not only public reasons why she had them installed, but personal reasons that she'd keep to herself. She was a very private car and nobody really knew what she was thinking about, if she was thinking about something at all.
It's quiet tonight, she thought as she drove down the road, Almost too quiet for my comfort. Something's going to happen and it won't be pleasant.
(((((OOC: Okay, this is the best intro I can come up with at the moment. Now, anyone who wants to join can introduce their characters. This is just to get the ball rolling. Hope to see you all here in a bit.)))))