Name: Calypso Darrington
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Make/Model: Mclaren MP4-12C
Hometown: Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, England
Paintjob/Colors: A metallic deep Red
Eye Color: Green
Relationship: None
Personality: Calypso is not a car of caring and fondness. She keeps everyone at a distance, refusing to allow anyone close, often getting into spats with others due to her treatment of them. She has a bit of a quick temper, and is quick to make her own judgements, though will often reassess does she deem it necessary. She doesn't like to talk of her feelings on a deep level, though will often express when she's not happy. Despite her 'hard to get to know' exterior, once you've found a friend in Calypso.. She's loyal. Getting to this phase is incredibly difficult, as her temper usually pushed others away, but is very rewarding once you've touched her heart. She only has a select few cars that she cares for, and will speak to them with kindness, and will defend them if needs be, however her own self worth means she doesn't do this often. She doesn't ever believe that those she trusts would ever betray her, and refuses to accept that they have a bad part within them. This has landed her in trouble a few times.
History: Calypso grew up in one of Englands richest towns, growing up in a very large house, with no expense spared. Her mother and father were very high up in rank, and doted on their only child, getting her everything she ever desired. She grew to be spoilt, and believed the world revolved around her. She actually grew up in the same estate as Miles Axlerod, having known him from a younger age, she knew him before his scam, and quite possibly have doted on him a little. She liked his morals, and found he was fun to be around. However her world was shaken one winter, upon challenging a childhood friend to a race around their estate. The roads were clear due to the nature of the weather, a near on blizzard taking hold of the town. The roads, slick with ice, were what she though of as perfect to try drifting, speeding round the roads, cheering and laughing.
She noticed he was pulling ahead on the home stretch, causing her to do a little friendly cheating, nudging his back bumper to the side, causing him to swerve in front of her. Of course, there was no grip upon the roads, meaning the speed he had built up was now his death sentence, as he skidded sideways, colliding with one of the larger houses in their area. At first, the incident didn't seem too big, but this was proved otherwise by the engine catching alight upon impact, and within seconds, exploding. Horrified, the Mclaren stared at what remained of her friend, shaking and in shock, sickness taking hold. The force of the explosion took out a lot of the building, fire now everywhere. The force had also blown off one of her wing mirrors, and in her effort to save her friend, her paintwork now marked the walls. What remained of her friend was barely recognizable, the realization that SHE had killed him.
It was here she fled the town and everyone in it, making off with the fortune she had acquired to her name, never to return. It was thought by the residents, due to the wing mirror and the paint marking the walls, that she too had perished in the fire. She now travels place to place, always on the move, holding everyone away. She would never return. She would never be the same.