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[ayeo]

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xxxxxx✪ positive traits; smart, loyal, quick learner, clever.
xxxxxx✪ negative traits; stubborn, witty, impatient and flirty.
xxxxxx✪ status ; the teams female racer.
xxxxxx✪ vehicle ; her pride and joy.
xxxxxx✪ other ; loves cars with a matte finish.

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✪ name; Winter Derose, but please. call me winter.
✪ nicknames; winners and turbo.
✪ age; 18 years old and counting.
✪ birthday; december 20th.
✪ sexuality; straight, heterosexual.

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Winter was born and raised in England, but because of her fathers business and being relocated frequently, she didn't have a permanent place to call home. The young girl didn't have much friends either, due to all the constant moving. Although, to keep her company was both her older brother and younger sister. She of course, is the middle child. Winter was meant to be the last, but one thing lead to another, and Victoria arrived.

Not long after they moved to a small village by london, their father announced that they would be moving one last time, but some where far away. This 'far away' place being Tokyo. Winter was neither thrilled or sad to go - she didn't have many feelings towards this new piece of information. Since the girl was so used to hearing it, it never phased her anymore.

Moving to Tokyo was quite easy for Winter. of course the first month was hard, but with the help of a few friends she made, she was able to have a good school year.

Although when highschool started, thats when Winters new passion for racing developed. After catching glimpse of the speeding cars race down many of the citys streets, she realized that she was interested in doing stuff like that.

low and behold, her 11th year of highschool, she bought a car and started racing.

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Winter is always open to new ideas, and takes alot of interest in what others have to say. although she may speak her mind when its not needed, and can be quite the rebel when she thinks others are in the wrong - Winter is very outgoing. she does have her days when she chooses to be alone but that never stops her from having fun and being free.

However, at first meeting shes a completely different person - sometimes not the nicest cookie from the batch. Not to mention her stubbornness and temper can be a really intimidating thing to strangers. Although the ones that can actually stand it stick around.

[knite]

|| YUINA SAKAI || THE LEADER ||

The humming of the engine was all that Yuina could hear. She had long ago soundproofed her car and removed the radio. Just so that she could be consumed by the steady constant noise of an engine running perfectly. With every shift in gear, the engine would change its tune ever so slightly. It had taken her over a year of driving the same car to be able to pick up the tune without fail. Most non-racers wouldn't. The engine wasn't exactly loud. For Yuina though, the sound of her engine was the sound of home. There was no where she felt more at ease than behind the wheel of a reliable car. That had been modified for racing in the challenge drift competitions that could be found throughout the city. Although there was a large chance Yuina would spend the next race on the sidelines. Something was rattling beneath the hood whenever she began drifting. It wasn't present when she was taking a straight path and it was barely audible when it did appear but, one could never be to careful. That rattling could lead to her car flipping in the middle of the race and causing a massive pileup. Then she would be possibly dead or, at the very least, down a few hundred thousand yen. Maybe Zet could fix it? It was worth a try.

Taking the last corner on her drive, Yuina slowed her car. The small shop the team owned, or maybe technically she owned, was located on a narrow street that was almost constantly occupied by a car or two. No one could race down the street, but that was a helpful thing. No competitors could race by and sneak a look at her team's cars. Pulling into the garage from the one door that was opened, she checked the time. 6:55 am. There was a chance she wouldn't be the first one to arrive today. Cutting the engine off, she climbed carefully out of her car. Right now, she was dressed in her 'shop clothes'; a simple black shirt and a pair of cutoff jean shorts with combat boots. The boots didn't match but they were old, already stained with oil, and most importantly, protected her feet. Any racer worth their salt didn't care about looks while in the garage. Pulling her hair back into a simple twist, she lifted up the hood to her car. She would have to let the engine cool down a little before she tried to find the problem.

i've only got one life to live

[ayeo]

ＷＩＮＴＥＲ ♚ ＤＥＲＯＳＥ ❝I live to race❞ female ; eighteen ; racer ; single
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Winter lazily lounged by her car, sitting on the matte finished hood with a grim frown and dull, narrowed eyes. After she first arrived to the garage this morning, the rather observant racer noticed a few scratches on her cars back bumpers. They're light, but still strongly noticeable. Not only will she personally kick who ever did this to her baby's ass, but maybe bury them six feet underground. If they're lucky - they'll only walk away from her with a broken bone and torn skin.

The more Winter thought about the minor damage - the angrier she grew. This racer sees her car like its a breathing creature, her own daughter or son. No matter how many times people tell her to get over the little flaws in her babys skin; she simply can't. Not only is hearing the same thing over and over again annoying, but its also very insulting. Especially to a racer who takes pride in their vehicles.

These baby's aren't cheap.

The brunette was practically yelling at herself now, cursing the gods under her breath and constantly cracking her knuckles under consistent pressure - a strange habit she's developed to help take her sensitive mind off the rage building inside her little body. Winters lost count of the many times she's lost her cool in the shop before, and needed to take a quick breather - one of those times might happen soon.

The frustration was building like the pressurized air in a pop/soda can. She's ready to explode any minute now, and simply over a few scratches on the back of her car? You might think she's crazy - but its more like a little protective.

[mishka.]

ᏃᎬᏆᏒuᏁᎪᎽ | ɱᎪᏦᎥᏆᎪᏁᎪ ↴
xxxxxxThe Mechanic
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Gender Girl | Senescence Seventeen posing as Twenty | Mood Relaxed | Tagged No one to Winter to No one

A petite girl sat at a work bench, deep in focus. She had her straight raven shaded hair in a messy bun so it was at least out of her way. She wore a thick strapped light gray greasy tank of which she was already starting to sweat through and a pair of worn out and ripped jeans that clung to her sweaty thighs. Her boots were black, durable, and yet again, covered in grease. An iron mask wielding helmet on the top of her head, flipped up so she could see in well sighted detail what she held in her hands. She pressed together two small pieces of black metal that had been melted on the ends of which they were connecting. After getting them in just the right place, the girl flipped down her mask, picked up the torch blower and moved it slowly around the pieces for a few more short seconds until she felt satisfied.
She set the torch back down on the work bench and took off the mask, setting it beside the torch, but her hazel oculars never left the item in her gloved hands. She grabbed a set of tongs and clipped them to the metal piece before sinking them in water to cool it. After letting it set for around thirty seconds, the girl took out the piece and brought it back to the work bench to dry it off. While she let it set into place for a bit, the girl got to her feet and began putting away the tool she didn't need. She wiped the sweat that dripped down her face from her forehead.
After a bit of cooling off herself and grabbing a refreshing drink of water, the girl went back to work. She took the tiny piece of metal, roughly only a few inches long, and grabbed a wooden box that sat on the work bench. Carefully and precisely, the girl placed it in a small whole on the side until she heard a click, snap, and a twist. A small smirk on formed on her lips as they slowly began to curl at the corners as she began to wind up the box with what now made as a well working lever. The box slowly opened and played a familiar, yet faint song. The girl began humming along.

At the sound of a car rolling in, Zet slammed the box shut, cutting off the sound of the music before it could be heard. She hid the box in a cupboard and began clearing off the work table. When she finished, she looked at the time. Winter and Yuina must've made it into the garage by now. Zet was usually the first one there in the morning, just to get time alone in her work space where she felt comfortable and at peace. Where she wouldn't have to worry about hiding herself from anyone.
Maki walked out into the garage to find Winter cracking her knuckles and standing by her car. This was a familiar sight to see and she knew it wasn't something good.
Zet walked over to Winter, glanced at her before kneeling down to look at the car. She put her fingers to the small indents of the paint to test their depth and degree. She got up only after a few seconds and walked into her work shop. When she came back out to the garage, she carried a buffer, some other tools, and a bottle of water. She handed the water to Winter and motioned her to head outside for fresh air. Meanwhile, Maki plugged in the cord and got to work.
The stitching up only took a few minutes before the paint was to the point where no one would have guessed the scratches were there. After finishing this, the greasy girl put her stuff away and headed outside herself. Around back of the garage, Zet sat alone in a place she had created a little seating arrangement awhile back. Yet another place she could keep to herself and be at peace with herself. Maki slowly closed her oculars and let the sweat on her body become evaporation as a slight cool breeze picked up.

[ayeo]

ＷＩＮＴＥＲ ♚ ＤＥＲＯＳＥ ❝I live to race❞ female ; eighteen ; racer ; single
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Winter gladly accepted the drink provided by Zet; glancing down to the clear liquid and glaring at it with a look of pure hatred. However, the frustrated brunette popped the cap off and took one large gulp while walking out of the garage. She trusts Zet with her car, and that's all she needs to know before heading outside and leaving him in her hands.

Just two steps out of the garage and Winter picked up where she left off - cracking her knuckles and muttering curse words under her hot breath. The day was cool - a lot more chilly than she expected. Although it felt nice on the skin, especially when the garage gets exsessivly hot and to the point where it's over bearing. She's almost passed out while preforming her once-in-a-week engine checkup.

A strong breeze knocked Winters thoughts right out of her head, and you better believe she was feeling much better. It felt as though the anger vanished, and was replaced with nothing. This usually doesn't happen when she comes out here to take a breather, but some how, waves of calmness washed over her overwhelmed body.

She'll have to thank Zet for fixing her car; but later, when she's no longer busy.

Sure enough a few minutes passed by and Winter peaked her head into Zets usual chilling spot. She knows that the garages mechanic doesn't socialize much, but the brunette just really wants to show her appreciation.

Low and behold, behind the garage, sat Zet. Winter knocked on the garage wall to show she was present, before speaking up with a smile.

"Yo. I just wanted to say thank you for fixing my car. I know I can come off as annoying with all these angry outbursts, but I just want you to know I appreciate the ... many times you've fixed the countless flaws on my boys skin." The brunette hadn't noticed, but she started pacing around while speaking to Zet. Its not something she commonly does - it only occurs when she feels guilty, or judged. Sometimes even both.

"But uh, if you ever need something. Just tell me and I'll be happy to help." Winter looked up from the ground with a smirk to reassure Zet. She didn't expect a response from the teams mechanic, but felt obliged to tell her how appreciative she is when it comes to her fixing up Winters car after races.

Winter then played idly with her ponytail. "Sorry if this is weird to you - I usually don't do this sort of thing."