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  • Jan 3, 2025
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BUT I'M NOT DONE YET!

SPD Writes Gran Turismo 7's Car Of The Week: Week 89 - Honda NSX Type R (NA1)

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I guess my only regret with this picture is that.. it's not in Championship White.

Pop quiz: anyone remember the RA272? Honda's first ever racecar that achieved pole? Of course you should: I wrote a masterclass that took me 4 days to compose and even put story down. That's commendable. I mean I say it is, but I hope that's the case from you all too.

I'm not looking back to find out if I mentioned it was a spark for Honda to develop further into their racing roots, but that's where the magic is, yes. I do remember that car's legacy did begin with Honda developing engines for Formula 1 manufacturers. But as time went on, Honda was thinking.. why do the racecar drivers only get our magic.. it should be spread across like Christmas cheer!

That was in 1984. Honda, taking some notes from Pininfarina for a concept, and making a certain Ferrari 328 as a basis, would eventually make shape a supercar they abbreviate as the NSX, which is short for New Sportscar eXperimental. Most interesting on the outside was the design, led by Masahito Nakano and taking inspiration from the F-16 Falcon. The engine was a self engineered DOHC V6 that churned out the gentlemen's agreed 276 HP over a 1.3 ton body. This car would also be the first of its kind to use an all aluminum monocoque as well, and lightweight aluminum springs to keep the weight low. It was going to also get a VTEC, but there must be something in the fine print I missed that led to refusing it.

Before showing it off to the masses, we'll now talk about one of the best known things about this car: the fact that F1 legend Ayrton Senna helped with its handling, with notes suggesting the car should carry stiffer suspension and chassis. And he's also not the only big name. We also got supercar superstar Gordon Murray, who used this car as the gold standard to find the perfect basis of a supercar's handling and balance... notes he would then use to develop the legendary McLaren F1.

After all is ready, the NSX would then debut in the 1989 Chicago Motor Show, and would eventually start selling by the following year. Being sold under the company's bougie Acura brand, the car entered the market of both sports and supercars. I know there are praises for the Senna inspired handling, because a certain Drift King Keiichi Tsuchiya would christen said Honda/Acura to being the best driver's car and hasn't yet found a car that could succeed that title. Not to mention while Ferraris are being measured, you can find this first NA1 NSX to be comparable to a good chunk of sports cars in its time, especially to the 911 (964) that cost a lot more for very little gain in comparison.

And now to the Type R: this is what can be said as the unicorn of the first NA1 series of NSX. It's essentially the regular NSX, but with bonuses, notably being the first Honda to get the Type R badging. Perhaps earned as it was put on a diet that has it lose 120 kilos. The game details well on it losing amenities like air-conditioning, sound dampening, radio and power windows. The car also got more rigidity, and chose not to conform to the gentlemen's agreement, with a 284 horsepower output. Sold exclusively in Championship White that's inspired from the RA272, and with a 500 unit limited production, it's a wonder why it's sold in the used car dealership with more than that.

Here's something you probably won't get from me in the future: Christmas episode! Just like the car's Type R badging strongly hinting into the red, today we get into some of the red you normally see.. flowing in your body.. umm..

Just read the fine print, eh?

This week's theme song:
Ready To Go
Republica
Republica

bonus points to anyone who finds out where I got the song from.. it's not random or personal this time

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Episode: Deck the halls with friends and killers

The Eunos Coffee Lounge
Ginza, Tokyo, Japan
Evening

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Within the private areas of the cafe, the owner slash little racer watches herself get ready in front of a mirror

Candy: "Hmmm hmm hmmm hmm hmmm.. all I want for Christmas is-"

Wearing what looks to be a sexy green elf dress, complete with fake ears and a green red hat, adding on the final touches to her attractive festive look gets a quick interruption from a phone call..

Not taking much time to reach her phone on the nearby desk, she looks and answers the call..

Candy: "Oh, mister wild with an e.."

Graham: "Morning, love. Or should I say.. evening? Time is it there?"

Candy: "Just keep it at evening. So.. you called to chat across the world, or?"

Graham: "Course not. Wager you're in that cafe of yours, serving up a jolly time.."

Candy: "Well, my business is for people aged 7 to 77. It's a kid friendly paradise."

Graham: "That so? Actually.. never mind. Just letting you know that mum Miranda's in Tokyo, and just want to call in advance so you ain't knee deep in surprises."

Gratified by the news, she replies joyously..

Candy: "Well, I'm told today, of all days is going to be surprise after surprise.. but thanks for the heads up."

Graham: "No worries."

Candy: "So.. what're your Christmas plans?"

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Graham: "Strict practice. Was gonna send you bunch a card, but I'm tits up in practice for the New Year's Race of Grand Valley. Perhaps mum could have that sorted for you, but you never know."

Candy: "Quaint. I think this phone call's more than sufficient."

Graham: "Right. I'll be off then. Merry Christmas, love."

Candy: "Merry Christmas to you too, wild with an e."

With the call ended, she puts her phone back on the table, and goes straight back onto the mirror..

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Now done, she notes the presence of another elf, as well as Santa Claus himself!

Okay, not really.. but rather the important Assassin's Guild figures in festive outfits themselves.

A slow walk allows her to overhear their conversation..

Minori: "How's it going, Santa Shinigami?"

Rodulf: "Oh, not so bad, cyberdam. Dressing up like Santa seems to be growing on me. I like the children hasn't a clue what context a monotone voice provides?"

Minori: "Or how a big bushy beard hides your usual killer stride."

Rodulf: "That too. What shall happen if some little runt finds my scarred face in detail? It's interesting, but unwanted."

And within close proximity, she speaks up..

Candy: "Hey."

Rodulf: "Ahh the petit sized elf. Ginnie here tells me she's tired of this s[BLEEP]."

Knowing much of Minori's secretive enhancements, Candy replies with an unserious sound off her voice..

Candy: "She? Tired?"

Minori: "Don't listen to that fat bellied clown, bebe. I am still quite able."

Rodulf: "Hohoho. I jest, of course."

He's trying to be Santa, she thought, but she figures he's much too scary to be a good one, replying..

Candy: "You.. make a good evil Santa, Shinigami-san.."

Not usually emotional, Rodulf however finds an excuse to feel out of character, explaining..

Rodulf: "Perhaps now I give thanks for allowing us to exercise our meet up later, mus."

Candy: "There's no need for that, Rodu.. I mean: Santa Shinigami."

Hearing that name, Minori strikes..

Minori: "So, how is it that name's not so bad now, Rodulf?"

Rodulf: "Perhaps I've, forgive the pun, warmed up to it."

Candy: "Crafty. By the way: what's going on tonight?"

Minori: "Just a collection of my, insert quote 'colleagues', end quote from the Assassin's Guild. Having the shop to themselves for the evening. Mostly friends and family of the staff that work here."

Rodulf: "Because I know you'll ask, little mus, I will get in between any assassination attempt from and towards her."

She finds a moment to act deadly, teasing..

Minori: "Oh, you know how much of a bad girl I've been?"

Rodulf: "Ginoa here is queen of the festive coal mines. Actually, I would be one hell of an evil Santa."

Candy however isn't quite so sweet as she requests..

Candy: "So, aside what might be inside the presents, anyone you expecting?"

Minori: "Nirvana."

Rodulf: "Emile."

The pair hailing from California coming over has Candy let out a breath in relief..

Candy: "Okay.. fortunately decent people. I'll need to check on the festive specials.. be right back!"

She leaves, but leaves her killer maid with some doubt..

Minori: "I'm expecting.. more. Would it be wrong to say my heart beats quicker and quicker?"

Rodulf: "Remember, cyberdam.. we don't do killings in Christmastime. It's.. quite strict I even keep that in check."

Minori: "Huhhh.. definitely easier said than done.."

As she sheepishly sips away the current special drink, Candy commits to reading a business magazine article about her potential new sponsor in Theodore Scott.

While it is in Japanese, she reads through fine, also with wonder on how these big Texan oil brothers are doing.

However, the front door opens, ringing a bell, and the man she saw come in got her off her chair in a flash and approaching with a quick greet.

Candy: "Nash? Nash!! Hey!"

Nash: "You alright? Merry Christmas, Candy."

Candy: "Thanks. Wasn't expecting you, actually, but.. shouldn't you be with family?"

Nash: "Of course I am, you silly muppet. Moto-san?"

He moves to the side, and reveals a wild Moto-san with his usual ninja-like attire covered in Christmas lighting.

Hayato: "Nyeeheeheehee.. Candy-chan, you sloppy elf. Forgot already?"

Candy: "Of course.. I suppose I did. You're not sneaking around like that.."

Hayato: "Nyeeehhh.. not like I'm going to do anything rather sneaky this day."

However, she can hear, despite Ginza's often busy state, a much louder noise coming from the outside, noting..

Candy: "There's a commotion outside.."

Nash: "I brought the F1. A veritable cause of grand attention. Combine that with a certain armored Bugatti just by."

With the understanding finally sinking in, her eyes glowed, as she quickly asked..

Candy: "No. Way. Permission to get some pics for my socials?"

Nash: "Predictable as ever. Well, off you go then."

She dashes out fast, but to those she left: they have something to say..

Nash: "Moto-san, can you watch her?"

Hayato: "Nyehhhh.. do I have to?"

Nash: "Do as I say, my son. I have a bad feeling in the back of my white locks."

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Crowds of people surround these cars, from rich locals, carolling groups, or even racing fans with their phones and cameras, mixing a volley of selfies and high quality pictures to be used for whatever they please.

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Candy however takes advantage of the presence of these Signature Cars..

Candy: "Perfect. These are t-the kinds of photos that'd make Daph s-s-soo jealous! Brr... it's freezing tonight.."

..forgetting that in the crowd that she's dressed rather poorly for nearly 0 degrees celsius..

As she begins to collect heat, she realizes a card flying towards the floor by the cars.

Picking it up, she notes, aside the steel bladed rim and the emerald heart logo on..

Candy: "Huh? A calling card? Must've come from over th-there.."

It wasn't her first time seeing said logo, but as she walks to the back of the cafe, she can't quite capture where she'd seen it before.

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Sitting in the back is Minori, who seems to be awaiting something, or someone.

Noticing her superior shivering, she comes and concerningly asks..

Minori: "Candy-sama? Oh mon dieu, you shouldn've be out here wearing that!"

Candy: "I'll be inside i-in just a moment. How about you.. and your little antlers?"

Minori: "Bebe, please.. I'll be fine."

As she opens a door to a warmer inside, she then shows..

Candy: "Right. Don't worry about me too.. it's warmer around the back.. You're waiting for Bon and the presents, right? Just a quick one: you recognise this card? Came from this way.."

Minori: "Oh.. I.. Merde.. I know this.."

Realizing the logo of her nemesis known as the Emerald Lust, Minori then hears an ominous rolling of tires..

Minori: "BOUGE!!"

Candy: "AIK?!"

Candy, who wasn't the target, unfortunately gets collided by something light, but was taken off balance.

Following a fall, she gets a quick lift up and landed on an enlarged, wheeled toy horse..

It's not a BDSM horse, but a tool used to hold her victims for whipping, knowing she was in said position before occassionally..

Now chained up, she realizes this wooden toy horse to be..

Candy: "(A-Andre?!) No! NOO NOO NOOOOOOO!"

She can't help but struggle through her bindings, as the person behind it all then notes..

Amadine: "Take care of her for me, Andre. And as for you.."

..followed by watching the blonde haired Minori reveal what this emerald killer's looked forwards to..

Amadine: "I don't know who you are, but I know that battle stance anywhere.. Ginoa.."

Minori: "Cat's out of the bag, ehh, madame?"

Amadine: "Ahhh hahahahaa! Madam Quinlan was right. You were in the company of brother's little fleur. You betray me already, after all the love and bonding we've been through??"

Minori: "Oh magnifique. Disgusting as always. After I turn you into floss, she better have a heart of tungsten too.."

One ready with a spiked baton, and the other with blades protruding her limbs, the little lady can do nothing but watch..

Candy: "F[BLEEP] f[BLEEP] f[BLEEP]!! Must.. break free.. since when did your chains get even tighter, Andre?! Nggngg.. "

As the clash was to begin, the real cavalry to her freedom does come in..

Boniface: "Ahh, bonjour, ma cherie! I uhh.. see you're riding the now festively decorated Andre."

Candy: "Bon! Andre is still a very naughty horse! Erhh.. a little help please?!"

While he's enjoying her stuck on their toy horse, he adheres just after a quick gaze..

Candy: "Thanks.. arhh.. why are you even here, Andre?! Umm.. now to the matter of your sisters?"

Boniface: "Monsieur Nash instructed me to stay put, for you'll see.."

As steel clashes steel..

One man steps in to control..

Moto-san enters!

Hayato: "Aah ahhh! Fair dames. It's Christmas! I'm afraid we stop right there."

Standing in between with no fear, the green goblin then objected, while acting coy..

Amadine: "Hoo? Qu'est-ce que c'est? Christmas, was it? I'm afraid it's not going to work in civil war. I've been waiting for this pain, son of Nash.."

And before she knew it..

Hayato: "YOSHAAAAA!!"

A rapid succession of katana slices follows..

And while Amadine would find all the hits misses, that all changes as Hayato puts his blade back in its scabbard, slowly..

What was supposed to be Amadine's skin tight leather would then fall to the floor, in pieces, and her body left untouched, as if it's some Christmas miracle.

Amadine: "S-SACRE BLEUUU!!"

She shouted as she started to cover up her naked bits..

The Super Formula kid used the moment to gloat..

Hayato: "Nyeeheehee.. feel the talent of Yoko-chan and my perfect iaijitsu. Now, Ginnie-chan.. your move, creep."

Minori: "Nice moves.. alright, I surrender, monsieur."

Liking the fate her nemesis had to experience, said nemesis however had words to say..

Amadine: "...keh! You had to surrender. You're so lucky! So lucky! [shivering]"

Minori: "You're going to keep spouting excuses on your current predicament, madame? You're hopeless, you know? Moto-san.. get her a nice warm pumpkin blend."

Hayato: "All right. And you're welcome. Come now.."

As those warriors exit back into the cafe, the middle man of this whole event started to pick up all her sister's weaponry, placing them into Andre's saddle bags.

With the hostilities ended, conversation resumed in the air..

Boniface: "Such barbaric events unfold! It's a good thing we know another enforcer to stand up to those bloodthirsty beauties.."

Minori: "Thanks to my new gig here in Ginza, I haven't taken a soul in months."

Boniface: "Sure, sure. That's hard to believe. Ma cherie? Are you hurt?"

Candy: "No.. mentally, I mean. When did Andre get some Horse Armor DLC on him?"

Despite that moment on being a very well bound toy horse, the little lady notes her closest man's arrival..

Candy: "You here already means the presents are too?"

Boniface: "Oui oui. Excuse me while I.."

The ladies stand by as the man reverses a medium sized cargo truck into the alley.

As he gets out, the aristocrat quickly heads to the rear and opens the rear.

The group watches the sorted and stored presents on board, noting..

Candy: "Sweet! Minori-chan, if you would?"

Minori: "Talk about a whole wall of presents. The couriers sure can sort about.."

Boniface: "I uhh.. remembered it was much messier.. they sure know their work, huh?"


Back inside the cafe, the Emerald Lust, embarassed by the quickest strip tease out east, tends to her own by a table, covered in blankets.

In no mood to fight or start one, she watches a short statured elf serve her the shop's signature hot beverage..

Candy: "Here.."

Amadine: "Ahh.. don't listen to Mirielle, Candy.. me and Bon: we don't deserve you, mademoiselle."

Joining her on the table, a fact from moments ago comes up to the little lady's head..

Candy: "So.. the cold is your big weakspot, is it?"

Amadine: "I never have to reveal THAT to you, but I can't deny it. It's actually both extreme temperature ends. My beautiful body.. it is tough but to the elements, well.. highly sensitive to flame and frost."

Candy: "Well, you took a risk.."

Not furious, the lusty killer argues..

Amadine: "It was perfect, but you should've reminded me.. the weather here gets cold. Cold as the alps, perhaps."

Candy: "Perfect, when I hear a hint that your organisation has a no killing rule on Christmas."

The woman in green laughed quietly, following with..

Amadine: "I was going to.. umm.. disable my cybernetic friend and when the time comes.. she will wish she was dead."

Candy: "You probably had Bon thought of that loophole up for you."

Amadine: "You see exactly why I really thought it through.. hehehe, no matter. I'll get something to eat and I'll be out of your hair.. temporarily, that is, mi poupon."

The shop owner then hopped off her seat and wonders..

Candy: "I wonder how Ginnie is going with the presents.."

And as the emerald lust begins to drink her coffee, she notices on the table..

Amadine: "Hmm? The remote? I suppose it won't do any harm to change the channel.."

With international news playing, Amadine hopped from channel to channel, until..

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Amadine: "Hmm.. Clubman Cup race on the expressways? Perhaps Bon is involved in this?"

Putting the controller down, she lays back as she watches a selection of street cars rumble across the expressway..

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It's a super car with a not so super price tag, but I don't think it's in any way a car without any notable value. When you add Honda's knowhow on Formula 1 engineering to the domestic world, and the advice of a Formula 1 legend, you are going to get something worth driving, whether or not it's worth ten thousand or a hundred thousand.

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As I should be looking at the brakes, the main 'bad', if I can even call it that, of the car comes mainly from the handling. Even though it's like ackshually hurr Senna fine tuned it to perfection, it's probably tuned to his specifications as a race car driver. It rewards aggression. It's not a beginner's car, these supercars, but in the context of classic or retro supercars, the NA1 is definitely on the easy peasy side of things. Just that you can still lose out the rear whether you intend it or not. But as it is a road car with little downforce values, you will find the steers coming in. Understeer at higher gears, and a more prone to power oversteer state in the lower end. There is no in between: the closest being the car's third gear. It will be your friend if your inputs aren't spot on.

On to these gears. It's not the 6 speed we get with the Type S, but I say 5 is more than capable because the general acceleration of the car is incredible, more on that perhaps later. Now, the car can get rather slidey at low speeds, especially when you're under third. But it's respectably stable in just about every metric past that. It might be so to me, but power understeer is a myth past third. Rather anomalous for a car with a weight balance measured at 42:58. You can play in turns by keeping in gear to remain stable, or lower a gear and watch the smoke fly. Put all these handling quirks and braking perks together, and you can see for a host of what might be it's downfall, it's also not a cruel car.

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But that doesn't mean it's perfect. The stiffening suggested by Senna hints at something else. You'll find the car gladly acting stable on level ground, but that's not quite the case when you get one or more wheels acting up on elevation. It doesn't have to be said that in here, you better watch out for curbs: it's a stiff player. Plus if you're into NSX cars, one trait they all carry, be it an NA or NB, is that they tend to lose grip in the rear when you let go off the throttle. This is a trait you can exhibit in older supercars like the Miura of doom. Nothing like some throttle braking for you to make good use of so you can survive, especially in the lower gears.

I'm thinking of finishing off with how one can classify the NA1. In just about any game with an original NA NSX, it's always leaning to a more higher tier of performance. You can see it here too. With such a low slung fighter jet design and Honda's great know how with their engines, the NA1 can rocket out of a standing start exquisitely, and keep going with that momentum. And on the whole, I can see the NSX being a straightforward machine to master, with that throttle braking you may have to use as the only learning factor. And bring it to stock car races: you'll find this car can really punch well above its weight, with notable rivals with similar niche being 993 911s, modern era Alpine A110 and the base Alfa Romeo 4C. With a hint that they're lighter and nimbler, you in an NSX isn't going to outpace them around tight corners, but when the corners are gone, you're definitely a straight line rocket. Fact is: the car excels THIS great in straight line, so much so that you wonder what would've happened if the VTEC that was originally conceived actually did end up in the final product.

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I think the only letdown the NSX Type R has exhibited would be how Honda decides not to further this iconic shape and design to the NB NSX. I mean, carrying a sleek, fighter jet inspired design, 'course. I'm also worried that a copy paste is coming when the NA2 comes over.. a hint I'm writing all road going NSXs (and the Group 3 NB).

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Back in the alley, the team of Amadine's siblings carry on distributing presents into the cafe.

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The little lady then walked in, and spoke..

Candy: "How's it hanging?"

Boniface: "Almost done. Based on calculations, theres that one layer left.."

As she notices the aristocrat going through his paperback and the average size of a present, she slinks to the back of the truck.

With some depth perception at work, she notices, for one layer, it's much too thick for the size of a packed present.

With that in mind, she returns to her boyfriend, asking..

Candy: "These are all same size, right?"

Boniface: "Correct."

Candy: "Umm.. I have a hunch there's a gap behind these last presents."

And with Minori about to return to the back of the truck, Candy then stops her..

Candy: "Ginnie?"

Minori: "Well, what is it now, Candy-sama?"

Candy: "There's a chance Bon here overlooked something, and.."

Boniface: "Que?? Overlooked? If I may add.."

Minori: "Shut up for a sec. I mean, can this wait until.."

As if it was perfectly timed, what's left of the presents then sudenly flies out the back.

And from there comes the source of this 'explosion'..

Quinlan: "JINGLE F[BLEEP]ING BELLS!"

Boniface: "T-the tennis player?!"

While Minori might be exhausted, another fight's definitely not in her mood, as she dismisses..

Minori: "Ohh. Quin.. At least it's Christm-"

..to which the tennis diva then takes as an insult as she..

Quinlan: "Not taking me as a threat, is it? FALCON... PUNCH!!"

Strangely not able to react to Captain Falcon's iconic fist, the cyborg takes a hit, as she shakes in place with a blazing red background taking over.

Flying at great velocity across the alleyway, the pair witnessing this sees a white splash, indicating a knock out of the arena.

As the out of nowhere Smash Brothers announcer declares 'GAME', this pair then asks..

Boniface: "Ma cherie, why are we clapping?"

Candy: "I don't know, just keep it up."

And off the screen, the maid tries to recollect herself from the cold asphalt floor..

Minori: "Ughh.."

Only for her to receive a great Hulk stomp, halting her progress..

Soon after, the musclebound mama then leapt back, and shouted, as she begins to wail on her target with her gigantic haymakers..

Quinlan: "Why in the blazes did you make me do this? I'm fighting, so that everyone around you can watch you die! Think, Gin! Shiela like yerself's gonna outlast every fragile, insignificant being on this here planet. Bet'cha'll live to see this world crumble to dust and blow away like! Everyone, and everything you know will be gone! What'll you have after that?"

Pausing the beatdown, a rather untouched Minori replied..

Minori: "You.. Quin? What's with.. all this dramatics?"

Quinlan: "Oh, just in the mood for these shenanigans. Now EAT THIS."

Raised by her neck, the giant then swung a huge clothesline to her target..

..who then gets sent flying off to the back of the truck.

While the landing is softened by the presents, Candy and Boniface, now looking in the truck from the rear door's rims, spoke up, even though the former didn't think she could survive such a punishment..

Candy: "Minori-chan?! Goodness me, if you're okay, say something!"

Minori: "Umm.. ouch?"

Not taking a bump seriously, Boniface, with understanding..

Boniface: "Hahahaha. Oh, Ginoa, you are indeed resilient."

Candy: "Ugh.. and why are you NOT worried, darling?"

Boniface: "It takes two of the likes of that tungsten brute to even make a mark on my dearest Ginoa. Or knowledge to rip her limbs off. Hope that helps."

The two then turned to see Quinlan, dressed up as if Santa was a lumberjack.

And from the little lady was some resolve..

Candy: "Quin! She's not hurt or anything, but I say that's enough. I can't let you abuse her like this!"

She kept smiling, but slapped her hands clean as she then replies to that threat lightly..

Quinlan: "Yeah? Figured I'm just about done beating her silly anyways. It's Christmas, after all!"

Boniface: "Isn't that convenient? Another plan to just wreck her silly rather than some first degree murder?"

Quinlan: "Besides, all this clashing gives me enough leverage to measure how big a walloping I can dish out before she gets hurt, like hurt hurt."

Of course a quick smash brawl wouldn't be left unheard, as the rear door in the shop was opened by Kris Kringle himself..

Rodulf: "What's going out here?"

Quinlan: "Crikey, it's Santa!"

Rodulf: "Hrrr.. Big tungsten. Now we're having a party!"

He replied with enthusiasm: something Candy didn't get to see often, as she foreshadows..

Candy: "Gee, I can't wait to see how much more packed the cafe's going to be."


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As the festive day comes to a close..

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..Minori, now off duty, starts to sit by one of the many couches with her superior, nearby, beginning to ask..

Candy: "Umm.. Minori-chan?"

From her eyes, she sees her enemies on the other side of the room, and thus..

Candy: "This gathering of the Trinitia is easily not going your way, huh?"

Minori: "Funny you mention that, because 1) Ama is not one of the Trinitia. And 2) I rather enjoy my enemies being here. A showing of how my skeleton, muscles.. my very soul is built for the moment, bebe."

But the lone man then walks by, noting as he gestures towards the door..

Rodulf: "Incoming."

As a certain mysterious lady, and a man known as the Black Flash then enter the shop.

The ladies then note..

Minori: "Now for a bunch that won't even raise a finger. You can lower your guard now."

Candy: "For Nirvana.. I feel isn't the right thing to do."

Instantly spotted, this pair approaches..

Nirvana: "So, this is the Eunos Coffee Lounge? Comforting. Assassin?"

Minori: "How may I serve?"

Nirvana: "The house special. And a bitter abyss for him."

As the cyborg takes her exit, Emile however..

Emile: "A pleasure, Miss Lam."

Candy: "You.."

With memories still strong of this man swinging his hand held tomahawks with skill, and worse with an intent to chop her little body up, she struggles to speak..

Candy: "I just don't.. have an ounce of courage to even say hello.. I-I-I know you mean no harm.."

The jazzy killer then swings from his back his handy saxophone, and replies as he holds his musical instrument..

Emile: "Perhaps a bit of jazz might come in handy. I've been practicing.. makes you feel I can take your breath away.."

Candy: "Whatever makes you happy.. (okay, Candy, no panic no panic..)"

Nirvana, enjoying the suffering of this scentless apprentice, adds on..

Nirvana: "You have a knack for riling her up."

Emile: "Nothing like pressure in the right place."

Putting her sense back in their place, she then begins conversation..

Candy: "Umm.. so.. you've come for some gathering? I know it's obvious that Christmas is what's on the table, is it?"

Nirvana: "Correct."

And just then, she returns..

Minori: "And here.."

Receiving a darkened shot, the Bostonian musician then puts the drink's essence into his nose, noting with joy..

Emile: "Black death.. it soothes my soul. I hear this shop uses beans grown locally.. ones you don't get anywhere else.."

Minori: "Don't shoot the messenger.. of which.."

Even behind sunglasses, the mysterious brunette notices..

Nirvana: "You don't seem.. completely in good spirits, Assassin."

It's her handler, so she didn't hesitate to answer..

Minori: "It's Quin. I held back because it's.. Christmas."

Emile: "A given."

Minori: "She barely holds back. That's her plan.. as with madame Ama.."

Candy: "They seem to enjoy your pain a lot.. I wonder if we can twist that?"

Nirvana however, shares her thoughts as she sipped..

Nirvana: "Either way, be thankful for them.. as Nirvana feels there's in the organization who refuses to believe Christmas is the Guild's day for a ceasefire."

Emile: "We take tribute to the soldiers who played soccer in 1915."

Candy: "Ohh.. intriguing!"

Just then, the lights went off, and the whole shop comes to a hint of chaos..

Boniface: "Was there someone who plugged in plugs that's piled, or??"

Amadine: "Ginoa.. where are you.. you need to tell me with your night vision.."

Minori: "You can see me perfectly fine, madame; shoo shoo!"

To the local that's lived in Ginza her whole adult life however, she notices from the outside..

Candy: "Hmm.."

Nirvana: "Little one?"

Candy: "The power outside's not affected, meaning.."

She deduces, while remaining calm.

Eventually, the power does come back on, giving Candy words of comfort she shares..

Candy: "Knew it's not going to last. I knew there's nothing to worry abou-"

..although, she wasn't ready for the arm grabbing the back of her elf outfit's collar, as she awkwardly struggles..

Candy: "UGHWAAAAA!"

The Crimson End: "Why hello there.. ehe ehe ehe.."

As the hostage situation begins, the enigma glows up..

Nirvana: "Perfect."

Emile: "It's as you predicted, with deadly accuracy.."

The Crimson End: "One step, and you'll learn today what it means to die from a thousand cuts."

And from afar..

Nash: "Moto-san.. don't.."

Hayato: "I don't need steps to eviscerate this one. Come on, Jiji.."

Quinlan: "Bugger off, you bloody prick!"

Amadine: "So this is the Crimson End.. how.. disappointing?"

Though, the man dressed as Santa spoke up..

Rodulf: "Crimson.. step down. It's that time of year."

The Crimson End: "Consider this.. my SEASON'S GREETINGS!"

She pressed harder, a sign of her inner intensity ramping up.

Candy: "Nggg... (Such a squeeze..)"

Rodulf: "You end her.. and I promise.. a fate worse than your identity getting leaked. How is that for you?"

Blackmailed, her desire now betrays her identity.

A moment later, she makes her choice..

The Crimson End: "RRRUUUHHHH!! You gutless coward!"

Now let go, the little elf dashes away..

Rodulf: "Nirvana?"

Nirvana: "She will finally be under my control.."

As she heads for a nearby table, she looks back, seeing herself to be followed..

Candy: "UWAAAHHH!! I uhh.. guess you're the star attraction today."

The Crimson End: "Don't push your luck."


Uneasy due to what happened earlier, the little lady puts herself in the office, but then realizes..

Candy: "Men, laughing?"

She then sees two men already having private talks..

Nash: "Oh, you should've looked at the face of my brother. It's furious squared."

Not pleased further, she immediately hops in..

Candy: "So, what are you fellas up to?"

Rodulf: "Just having a nice cordial talk.. recapping our tumultuous history."

Candy: "Tumultuous? I've never heard of it?"

Rodulf: "It's that man's fault, I mean.. The Prophecy's leader Clark Kayne."

With intrigue, she pressed..

Candy: "Oh? Your brother?"

Nash: "Thanks to him, Sorensen is.. might I say he's banned from entering the Greater London area."

Rodulf: "By proxy, the Guild activity there remains a minimal."

Confused about the Prophecy and knowing of the presence of people, from certain regulars, to Chosen such as Boniface and her good friend Cierra in it, Candy wonders on..

Candy: "How does some fanatical cult like street crew even do that?!"

Unusually, the fearsome animal didn't have an answer, but rather a warning..

Rodulf: "Underestimate his brother at your own peril, little mus."

Nash: "She's been under his bad side once.. verily, you're basically screwed when you enter this bad side."

Candy: "Yes.."

While a brief glimpes has Candy experience being pressured by the Big 3 for giving Cierra up that one time, she quickly moved on, mentioning..

Candy: "But you two seem.. rather cordial?"

Rodulf: "Well, he's not Clark Kayne. So what's stopping us doing business together? I have his foundation develop something for me.."

Santa then takes something out his jacket pocket, revealing a familiar injectable..

Rodulf: "This."

Candy: "That?! Minori-chan calls that the Helwalker drug."

Rodulf: "Perhaps because it's mine and mine alone. An experimental rejuvenation pill made by research of this man's symptoms."

Nash: "An offshoot. Drug trial halted because of its potential danger. It takes a man like this one to be able to use it."

Rodulf: "I will admit.. I've been using this behind your back to different peoples.. her is one of them."

The white haired man then looked at Candy, and while his head noted the lack of any negative symptoms, his voice..

Nash: "Truly? I.. verily.. oh dear."

Candy: "He's worried. Perhaps you need to give me this.. I don't know.. drug trial for a lady this inherently potent and talented."

Rodulf: "Also cute and cuddly."

Candy: "Stop it."

Hand to chin, he then asks..

Nash: "But in what situation did you even need something like that experimental rejuvenating pill??"

Candy: "Nirvana. When I gave Cierra the slip, I.. indirectly pissed her off, and got broken ribs and cigar burns as a punishment.."

She swung to the side, and nearly wept out a tear: actions Rodulf noticed, and suggested..

Rodulf: "If it's so hard for you to speak of it.. I suggest you stop.."

Candy: "..but in addition to Minori-chan keeping me day to day, she also handed me a Contract."

Knowing what she meant, he added..

Rodulf: "What comes through that woman's mind is indeed an enigma, little mus. Take it from me.. one who's worked with her for nearly a decade."

Putting the mysterious tobacco addict aside, Candy has the other women around in her mind..

Candy: "By the way.. today's the first time I see the Trinitia have come together.."

Rodulf: "Against their own will, of course. Since it's Christmas, I was wondering instead of getting them to murder each other like they always would, we get them together for something.. less murderous?"

Looking at Rodulf and the words 'nice', Nash expresses..

Nash: "Nice? You? Balderdash!"

Candy: "It's mainly my idea. I've actually talked about getting them together, and I didn't know today's the day. So, I'm probably the nice one."

Turning his attention, his script remains..

Nash: "Nice? You? Balder-"

The recipient however didn't like how that's a consideration, and instantly leaps up to slap him in the cheeks.

Nash: "HEAVENS!"

He shouted as the then falls..

The lady on the giving end however..

Candy: "I had a slap out with big sis, I'm quite sure you can take it."

As all that happens, the door to the office then opens, giving entry to..

Nirvana: "Greetings."

Rodulf: "Nirvana. Ready for Secret Santa?"

Hearing those words, the little racer wonders..

Candy: "Secret Santa? Really? This isn't my idea, Nash, by the way."

As he regains his balance, his wit didn't need any changing, he thought as he..

Nash: "Little body of yours surely can't carry such a heart of generosity."

Candy: "How dare you! Mama, he's accusing me of being a Grinch!"

Uneasy at this, she replies..

Nirvana: "Nirvana remains quiet, and gladly apathetic.."

The four of them watch from the large shuttered window..

Rodulf: "The Crimson one getting a present? How unusual."

As they focus on her, they notice her unwrapping a long wooden box, of which she brings out..

The Crimson End: "A katana! Such a beautiful lethal weapon! WHAACHAAA!"

Swinging about like a Chinese kung fu stunt actress should, she would perform many swings, of which one would..

Boniface: "UGHAAH!"

..collide with the Count of Sainte-Croix's left shoulder.

Nash: "That escalated quickly.."

Spoke Nash, with concern as they then begin to hold restraint of the shop's owner who was unsurprisingly furious..

Nirvana: "Little fool.. please remain composed.."

Candy: "MMMHMMM!! BON!! HMMMMHMMMM!!"

As the private office tries to get a calming from this sudden arousal, back outsite..

Amadine: "Brother! That sadistic piece of.. ugh.. are you in.. any scrumptious pain?"

Boniface: "Merci, Ama.. but I can tend to this sudden wound.."

And the office watches as the siblings sort out their wound with a first aid kit..

Candy fortunately now calmed, remarks..

Candy: "He's tough.."

Nash: "Just as I expect from our fellow Count. Rodulf, if you would?"

Rodulf: "Of course, let me offer him one later.."

Their sights now head towards Emile, who's walking over the robotic maid now holding a fedora..

Minori: "Emile... a fedora is very much you."

Emile: "Shame it came to you, then."

Minori: "What's your present?"

Emile: "Expensive wine. La Caussade Sainte-Croix-du-Mont, 1998."

Minori: "Boniface's favorite. It's relatively inexpensive.. 50 Euros, give or take. With that aging, though.."

And with that bottle of wine in mind, the group watches back towards the victimized Boniface..

Boniface: "Ama.. do tell: is it necessary for me to use these protein supplements?"

Amadine: "I don't. But for a man like you, it might extend your.. your pe.. well.."

Boniface: "That.. while brutish, is quite considerable.."

Amadine: "I got here some coffee.. whoever that's from. Ohh Quin.. we found your secret santa.."

As if it's game time, the tennis diva steps in to the pair, holding a thick object that she reveals..

Quinlan: "No surprises there, right? Speaking of which.. anyone going to own up to this.. 120 page book of Sonny Meng's racing biography? Creepy we get mention of this bloke around here."

Overhearing all this noise, Nirvana comments with a slight of confusion..

Nirvana: "Nirvana knows the best part of Secret Santa is the mystery.. but why do they ruin it with crap like that?"

Candy: "When these people really stand out, it's not hard to figure that much."

Nirvana: "Hmm.."

However, the serene vibes turned to naught as soon as someone else opened their present..

Hayato: "It's a leather whip! Supple, metal engraved.. nyeeeheeheee! Die monster! You don't belong in this world!"

As the wannabe ninja takes good advantage of his love for Castlevania, the little lady whose somewhat related to him however felt..

Candy: "Hmm.. least everyone's happy.."

..left out.

But then, as if it's a Christmas miracle..

Nirvana: "Not so fast, little racer."

She turns, noticing the three others with her holding small boxes.

Rodulf: "Ja, you can see, correct? Of course: it's gifts for you."

Candy: "But how about.."

Nash: "Verily, a loner like yourself needs it more than us."

Stepping up first is Nirvana, who then takes a slip of paper out of her box, and reaches it out..

Nirvana: "Here. Read it."

And she reads..

Candy: "An all expenses paid FIA track voucher sponsored by Automobili Lamborghini Club USA.. trying to get me out of Nippon, is it?"

Nirvana: "Fufu... perhaps you will decide one day what Nirvana has to experience in a rather frequent basis."

Santa Shinigami however, instead of handing a box, takes his present and flips and twirls it around his hand like a Counter-Strike player inspecting their knives.

Rodulf: "Does she request something more physical? Here's something from the Guild for your troubles, little mus. Not coal."

Placing it back in its packaging, he then hands said box to the little lady..

Candy: "Survival knife? I.. don't think I will be trekking into the wild anytime soon."

Rodulf: "I'd be lying if I didn't swear my life into a well made survival knife. Just have Ginoa teach you a few moves, then on your next camping trip.. you will see results."

After putting the box and the coupon away, she then turns to Nash, who has his honest corporate smile at the ready.

Candy: "How about you, the not-old man?"

Nash: "I was saving something special for you, and it was going to be a car.."

Instead of a free car, the box he carries is a relic from the 90's, specifically..

Candy: "Sculpted McLaren racing memorabilia from the 90s! Hang on.. was this little guy supposed to be you?"

Nash: "Me, 20 years ago, as a matter of fact. Something for the people around to remember your place. MSO has plenty of those laying about for me, so consider that my veritable excuse for sloth."

However, the little lady realizes, with all this charity she didn't deserve..

Candy: "But all seriousness, I.. don't need these to convince me I'm in good company.. Thanks."

Rodulf: "Fact is, I do. Usually when I send gifts, it's a chokehold to the pearly gates."

Candy: "Killers always killing, right?"

Rodulf: "Right? But it IS Christmas, little mus!"

As they were to continue spying on the rest of the cast, the office door then opens..

Boniface: "I see you are all here.."

Candy: "Bon! Is your.."

Boniface: "Arm alright? It's just a flesh wound. Not to mention.."

The savage hunter then hands this wine loving aristocrat an injector.

Boniface: "Merci. By the way.. I have an announcement.. it's not a Christmas meet and greet with people like us if we're not racing. I have.. Sunday Cup tomorrow at the expressway, noon. So.. the road is set for us before."

The first to react, the Mythic leader then announces with eagerness..

Nash: "I say we take it. All in favor?"

Candy: "Yes sir!"

Nirvana: "Fufufu.. I, Nirvana, cannot wait to show Nirvana's stuff.."

Rodulf: "I brought the Bugatti, drottning.. it will be interesting."

Despite his injury, he lets out a smile as he replies..

Boniface: "Magnifique! I'll announce it to the masses later."


Past midnight, Candy steps out of her cafe, this time dressed in her usual.

Candy: "And that's everyone.. eh?"

However..

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She didn't seem to notice what lurks by the back alleys just a few blocks from her home..

Candy: "An NA1? Interesting. Badging indicates this might be the original Type R. One of the five hundred, eh? Painted in red for what reason, I wonder.."

But up from above..

A bloodthirsty assassin awaits, with eyes locked on to the little racer.

The Crimson End: "Ehe ehe ehe.. look down there.. she's alone and vulnerable. An easy kill."

However, there was someone else who got something against that:

Herself.

Miranda: "Eh? Hold up a sec, bud. That down there is the precious. Our precious.."

Lucky enough there's no witness to seeing this person aarguing with her two alter-egos.

The Crimson End: "Too late for you to consider, Summers! Her blood I must taste.. her and all others!"

Miranda: "Ehh.. don't you think that's taking it a step too far, bud?"

The Crimson End: "We MUST be one step ahead of our enemies, Summers. It's now the time to act!"

That ultimatum was enough for the woman to take out an injectable, and instantly place it by her neck.

Her usually blood hungry eyes now turn to one that's sisterly, having her sweet soul sister persona take over, as she declares..

Miranda: "Stop with this nonsense, hoser.. Let me take lead this time."

Jumping off the edge, she glides with her cloak, and the unfortunate Candy then sees..

Candy: "Oh no.."

The Crimson End: "Ehe.. naughty naughty.."

As the blood knight takes one step, the person ahead dropped to the floor, panicking as she announced..

Candy: "S-STOP! I mean.. you wouldn't harm me.. I'm important! It's Christmas for crying out loud!!"

The Crimson End: "Christmas? Oh, well.. I feel it's time that rule gets ruled out, eh?"

In the blink of an eye, a 2 meter gap turns to 2 centimeters, as the one standing rubs the cheeks of the other with an eerie feel..

The Crimson End: "You indeed are adorable.."

Candy: "Ulp.."

The Crimson End: "I'm feeling quite.. hungry.. for blood, of course.. to think all the fresh prey's around and just not able to be exploited like I would.. HNGG..."

Still on the floor, she wanted to back away, but had the rear wheel of the NSX blocking her path.

Thoughts in a blur, she resorted to..

Candy: "This must be your car.."

The Crimson End: "Aww.. she's figured so fast. When you see the rest of the Trinitia race fast cars.. I too must leap in.. I'm the superstar.. not them. There are lap records around the states with this NSX on it!"

However in the inside mind..

The Crimson End: "(That bluff's bound to cover my stints in my years street racing..)"

The Honda then became the main attraction, as they continue..

Candy: "I.. umm.. how did you come by such a car?"

The Crimson End: "Keeners like you are destined to be a part of this.. katana-rama.."

Candy sees her secret Santa gift being a no-nonsense Yakuza standard katana amps up her fear sliders, as she exclaims..

Candy: "M-Mercy!"

The Crimson End: "Just this once.. well.. I'm rich. Filthy stinking rich. I know this woman, who knows a man, who knows how to get certain cars at certain lower than market prices. And rumor has it.. it came from a dead fellow.. one I made sure happen."

And once again in the inside mind..

The Crimson End: "(Any hint this was an Aurea Signum stunt car is going to end my cover story..)"

Without a reason to doubt her bluff, the little racer continued to shiver and squirm..

Candy: "M-morbid.."

The Crimson End: "Now since that false man vampire speaks of a race in the bare morn, I'll be off, and if you screw me on the track, you are screwing with me personally. I'll see you around, Candy.. ehehehe.."

Entering her car, Candy takes a step ahead moments before it makes its exit.

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And while the image of this vampiress stayed strong, her thoughts however spoke otherwise..

Candy: "Ugghh.. how is it in such a time, I can't seem to forget those.. unusually gentle eyes.."


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(or you know, kinda tomorrow, since that last scene was midnight)

The southern side of the FIA approved expressway remains in a calm, unoccupied state.

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For today's Christmas special, the track has no plans to remain that way.

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Standing by a few cars are a pair of men, watching at each other with crossed arms, destined for a duel, despite this being their first race together..

Rodulf: "Doctor Kirkham."

Nash: "I'm not a doctor, Reaper. Not yet, at least."

Rodulf: "Perhaps a doctor on the circuit."

Nash: "I.. No arguments there."

Rodulf: "It's time I ready you for the showdown that is Veyron versus McLaren F1."

Nash: "Oh, verily so. My brother is going to be so jealous. But ground rules."

Rodulf: "The first rule is we don't talk about the rules. Keep it clean."

Nash: "Hmm.. the only rule that matters."

And not far away..

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Remembering her American escapades from Week 87, Candy finally gets a first look at one of Nirvana's many tertiary Lamborghinis..

Candy: "Mad Bull?"

Nirvana: "My backup machine should I, Nirvana, want the Diablo rested."

Candy: "Sure, I understand having a choice of car, but.. is there a reason why it's called Mad Bull?"

Nirvana: "Nirvana would prefer that remain unexplained until.. well.. you know until when.."

She starts walking away, allowing the pint sized pacer to continue her look around the expensive Italian hypercar.

However, another walks in, and Candy, after a quick glance, started to talk..

Candy: "The weeks pass, and I'm sure I thought I knew her."

Boniface: "Please.. you hardly know me."

Candy: "Had your first sip?"

Boniface: "After this race we can have.. a 'private Christmas drink', perhaps?"

Candy: "Oh how naughty.. I.. umm.. let's focus on surviving a race against murderers and assassins."

Boniface: "Oh, ma cherie.. to think we'll be racing against killers and the like. I wonder much of their capabilities. Will they surprise me: the Prophecy's newest Chosen?"

As Boniface started to indulge in the whole race roster, Candy then notices behind him..

Candy: "Eeep! They're all together!!"

Four women standing by, at postures that hint they're ready to strike.

Candy: "Stop stop stop!!"

And as Candy leapt and jumped ahead to stop their potential appetite for violence, she crashed on the floor, but instead notices..

..that these women are having a huddle of sorts.

Candy: "Are you ladies having a.. an agreement?"

And the fists lunging ahead instead are a hands in moment, as they cheerily raise their arms up in unison.

Candy: "This is.. a first? Ama, you're not even in the Trinitia!"

Amadine: "Mi poupon.. consider it the first of our contests that's not.. in the field of battle."

Minori: "Ama.. the field of battle is this closed off expressway. May the best woman triumph."

Quinlan: "Whewee! I'm up for a race. What says you, Crimmie?"

The Crimson End: "Ehe ehe.. time to show you the power of Honda's supercar!"

Seeing the creepy lady of blood even feeling quite cordial, Candy found this all strange, noting..

Candy: "Even the blood knight's in it.."

The Crimson End: "It's.. giving me an idea.. why bleed out the Trinitia.. instead, we fight and make sure you bodybags live another day for me to reap! Ehe ehe ehe.."

And to follow..

Quinlan: "Don't care how many languages she's got in her tongue: creepy red is still creepy."

Minori: "Ama's head is filled with doubt.. bebe, I wonder.."

Thoughts bubble on how these ladies are thinking of a future where they don't fight each other, Amadine answers..

Amadine: "I don't know.. I hate her, and I'm never going to be satisfied until I beat her."

Minori: "Madame, you have another chance to beat me here. And why not in front of the Trinitia.. it's not killing potential or skills with weapons, but a certainty for sure is us three.. we can drive."

Her aspiration allured, she quickly admits..

Amadine: "I get a chance to be out of being second place.. a tempting offer.."

Quinlan: "She's got a little brother that can race.. wager she's one heck of a racing talent."

The Crimson End: "Oh don't even think about it. A nobody with association is still a nobody."

Hearing what looks to be gentle trash talk over women that want each other dead, the little racer mumbles..

Candy: "This is.. seriously jarring to bear witness.."

And as she blindly wanders on, she spots another supercar to be raced..

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And a pair of men conversing by..

Candy: "Emile and Moto-san, huh?"

She approaches but not without some context to their current talk..

Hayato: "Is there like.. some reason the Guild is into being fast racers?"

Emile: "Hmm.. perhaps I can share.. a target was this race car driver that crossed all the wrong lines. Turns out he drives a modified supercar, I forget if it was a Ferrari or a Porsche. He's paranoid as hell and always kept his car in check. As a result.. he's nigh uncatchable. The only way we had a chance to get him was with some outside help. Enter The Outlaw."

Hearing that alter-ego, she queries instantly..

Candy: "The Outlaw?"

Emile: "Yep. Not only did he get the man, but it inspired the entire Guild to pick up sports cars and learn to drive as if life behind the wheel's a car chase scene ready to erupt. Since I was there, there's also when I found who the man behind the mask is.."

Hayato: "Your history with that man in the military finally paying off, nyeeeh?"

Keeping quiet, Emile then changed subject, bringing around his saxophone from behind..

Emile: "Anyhow.. I want to get some preparation songs in.. come and sit."

Candy: "Sure! What's on your mind?"

He blew a few test notes, and then spoke to his small crowd..

Emile: "This one's a ballad I call.. Obsidian Divide.. dedicated to me nearly putting little Candy into itty bitty pieces.."

As a steep reminder to what trouble she got back in Week 53, she groaned..

Candy: "Ughh.."

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A rather eclectic lot of cars come gathered at the lines of Tokyo's converted expressways.

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Though, to the small crowds present, the one they look at most eagerly would be the red NA1, watched by a pair of its younger siblings.

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Ready To Go
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And as the signal to go deploys, the many cars start charging on..

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So, if you look up the site, you can see there are a whole array of ways you can tune your NSX NA1. It's not just a supercar: it's still in the echelons of being a tunable sports car. And it's not even hard to tune. Honestly it's another car with a quick fix, but I shall put down some itty bitty advice in addition..

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Now in GT Auto you can find what perhaps is the biggest loss both the NA1 and NA2 NSX cars have: no access to a custom rear wing. I mean a fully custom rear wing, not the Advan wing or the NSX-R rear lip. Aside that, you can meld up your own NSX quite easily, to nice clean tuned looks, to what might be almost a race kit similar to the cult classic LM GT2 utilized by Team Kunimitsu. This also means you can get downforce values with little change to the original profile: a purist like me finds pleasing. Do nab the rear slats or any of the rear wing options however: the rear downforce alone is enough to deal with the car's annoyingly miniscule slippery rear.

Another thing to note is that the car does have an engine swap.. with Aramis of all cars. I mean Aramis being the GT500 NSX that leads the meta of Group 2.. anyone who knows me knows of my association with the Three Musketeers towards the most up to date of the GT500 bunch. Do this swap of the HR-414E at your own risk: perhaps them appearing in the tuner's is easily for the sake of reminding they exist. Very few cars I have are swapped with weight in the story, and my own experiences.

The first thing you might see is the fact you can turbocharge your NA1. This is a classic way of pumping up the car, despite being an option I definitely recall not being in the PS1 era of GT that turns me and my siblings off the car. Now, the car carries only a mid or high RPM turbo, and that translates in quite a major way to the powerband. The car will be more prone to being rather sluggish on the low RPMs, but in return you do get a squeeze of power on the higher rev ranges, and on the car overall. You ask me, this hack should be done if you plan a build just ahead of 600 PP.

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So as long as you have a rear wing, the car's going to be even more cake for you to handle. If you actually refuse even the slats and have downforce at zero, you might have to get to a suspension customization that has a slight chunk upwards at the front. If not that, then you put some ballast in the front to get it closer to the magical 50:50 weight ratio. And if not that, you should really consider getting those rear slats.

What else.. oh yeah: curbs! Damping and anti roll bars. Get them above half. I don't think this car needs much touching in the camber and tow. And that's it? I mean.. yes: that's it. The rest comes down to whether or not you turbocharged the car.

That advice on the turbo would come in the form of the LSD and the transmission. You're welcome to do what you like if you don't turbo this baby up (just shorten the lot and adjust for final), but if you do, you want a long first, and nice narrow other gears. For LSD, get braking up to at least 30, and you're welcome to put more if you don't like throttle braking. That LSD advice actually applies to the car on the whole, so you should at least make it more restrictive, or go wild.

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Speaking of going wild, who wants more SPD analogies that make no sense? Read on.

Tuning this car is like.. umm.. rojak (non South East Asians better Google this, and yes: you ARE missing out). There are things you might not like within (sliced apples, starch, cucumber, sausage, tempeh, perhaps the top tier fritters if you're a freaking lunatic), but in the end: you'll still end up eating it, because that's the beauty of rojak. It's a WTF mix that's in the end of the day freaking delicious. And in this car, that WTF factor comes with what anyone is going to put in the car, be it a turbo, the aero, the rollcage.. whatever. Hopping in the NA NSX, stock or tuned, is an experience that, if you don't f[BLEEP] it up, you will come back satisfied. I can say any car tuned can be like rojak, but it's feels right at home here unlike anywhere else. Like Keiichi Tsuchiya says about the NSX holding his award for the perfect driver's experience.

And that's 2024 nice and wrapped. See you in 2025.

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Quinlan: "See ya later, bozos!"

Minori: "That's one powerful Lamborghini.."

Hayato: "Candy-chan, if you would mind?!"

Candy: "Hell. No."

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Rodulf: "Good riddance."

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Nirvana: "Hmm.. MC20. A tricky opponent from the Big 3.. I, Nirvana, must break you."

Boniface: "So that's what she's turned her thinking to? How barbaric.."

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The Crimson End: "Oooh, feisty.."

Amadine: "This will be the day they notice me.. beating the likes of you, rouge."

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Nash: "No more pulling my punches. They call me.. me.. tsk, I don't think I got a name to run with, deary me."

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Emile: "Assassin, your reflexes are lacking."

Minori: "Merde, I am not feeling myself.. I blame you, Quinn!"

Quinlan: "That's right. As my second cousin would say.. guiltyy~!"

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Amadine: "Ooohh, I haven't driven this quick for so long, but.. but.. I'm doing good?"

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Quinlan: "Think you can be a sweet darling and get out of my hair, Ama?"

Amadine: "That better be rhetorical."

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Nash: "Knock knock. I have come for your head, Helwalker."

Rodulf: "So... he truly cannot resist."

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Hayato: "You still in a fritz with your NA2, Candy-chan?"

Candy: "I.. yes."

Hayato: "Perhaps that one in red can help you."

The Crimson End: "No way in hell."

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Quinlan: "The Outlaw style round the rosie!"

Amadine: "Ohh, nice.. thank you for the motivation.."

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Boniface: "Zut alors, those hypercars are on a whole different league.."

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Minori: "I am.. screwing up!"

Hayato: "Nyeeheeheehee.. you making mistakes is free real estate."

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Quinlan: "Crikey, she's a quick 'un.."

The Crimson End: "Ehe ehe ehe.."

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Amadine: "Oh boo.."

Quinlan: "Your defense ain't good enough, darling."

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Rodulf: "This is.. child's play."

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The Crimson End: "I'm thinking of cutting another slice of you, bud. How's about it? I know you like pain.."

Boniface: "C'est.. c'est pas vrai!"

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Emile: "I have an ostinato for you, emerald.. it's a tuned V8 melody."

Amadine: "So charming of you, Emile. A boxer beat's always my kink instead."

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Nirvana: "Nirvana must remain in pursuit.. that pompous ass is speculated to be.. more quick.."

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Amadine: "Racing is.. surely not my thing, Emile."

Emile: "Aww.. let me play a sad song on the world's smallest violin."

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Amadine: "That car has power, but the driver? Hmm.."

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Boniface: "Sacre bleu, stop with the horning!"

The Crimson End: "It can't.. be helped.. eheeheehee.."

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Boniface: "She's done it to touch a nerve.. how brutish!"

The Crimson End: "AAHAAHAAHAAHAA!"

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The Crimson End: "Keep it up.. I'll catch you eventually.."

Boniface: "Alle, Nettuno. Do not let her disturb me again!"

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Rodulf: "Nash.. where are you, friend?"

Nash: "Not far back, Bugatti man. Seems to me the lot behind us is having a hell of a time."

Rodulf: "Kehehehe.. I'm not hunting anyone today, so it's rather.. uneventful for my end regardless."

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Candy: "Minori-chan.. us on the expressways is going to be a more frequent episode."

Minori: "I hear.. and I obey, bebe."

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The Crimson End: "Big lady in a big car.. but with small amounts of talent to get me.."

Quinlan: "You're gonna eat those words, red."

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Minori: "Well, now I know what I must do.. practice.."

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Nirvana: "Out there, I'm sure that charmless clown is laughing.. humph. Nirvana will show them all."

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Rodulf: "I apologize ladies and gentlemen.. but I am a bona fide speed demon after all."


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Realizing we can have our own awards, I aught to nominate this car as the most recurring car in COTW lobbies as it is with in story racing as well.


After the race, Christmas day comes up, but not without activity among those in the Assassin's Guild..

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Parked aside an NA1 that finished a very solid position, the presence of Mad Bull nearby however hints..

Candy: "Nirvana?"

..Candy's arrival?

No, not that. Rather the fact the enigmatic brunette smoking nearby.

Putting out her latest snub, she then talks..

Nirvana: "Ahh.. the little one. Nirvana knows you're about to ask about earlier.. but right now, I, Nirvana, have more pressing matters."

Candy: "You do? Is it something.. Christmas related?"

Nirvana: "Of course it isn't. It concerns the Crimson one.. It is one person I, Nirvana, have no control and hold over.. that ends today. This is her car?"

Candy though replied, while watching the car's Japanese plate..

Candy: "I didn't get any hint if it is, or if it's loaned to her."

Nirvana: "Regardless.. it will be of great importance Nirvana.."

She pauses as she places some small sized gadgetry on the car, then continues..

Nirvana: "There we go.. 3 sets. Trackers. One fails, the others will comply."

Candy: "Trackers.. so you can track her movements?"

Nirvana: "That's the intention, as you figured."

With her gloves wiped, Nirvana takes out yet another cigarette as she discusses..

Nirvana: "And that is my business concluded. Nirvana will depart soon, but should you have more queries, now is the time.."

Candy: "Obviously. It's the Trinitia.. they're under you, right? What's your role, exactly?"

Knowing her duties, she answers..

Nirvana: "My role? It is one that little fools such as yourself would find themselves dead the further they proceed with this line of logic."

Candy: "But I find it concerning.. when you take such measures to the Crimson End.."

Nirvana: "The Crimson one is unhinged. Chaotic. Cannot be trusted. Prone to attacking when she sees fit. And worse of all.."

She blows a foul polluted cloud, then further explains..

Nirvana: "A master of disguise and espionage. Reasons Nirvana admits to being why she's not able to be around unless.."

However, the ladies quiet talk gets a sharp interference as they hear blades clash, while mostly unclear.

It was sharp and loud enough for them to..

Candy: "What's that?"

Nirvana: "Curses.. Nirvana knows what's to be.."

They dashed to the source of the clashing, and when they arrived to an underpass, they see..

Candy: "A-ama? Minori-chan!"

Nirvana: "What happened, Bradley?"

Three killers lying on the floor, slowly getting up, while blood starts spilling about.

The maid then explained..

Minori: "Madame Nirvana.. umm.. we wanted to congratulate the Crimson one on.. on.."

Quinlan: "Having a bonzer attitude on the track and generally on track manners. Something tells me she's had a life behind the wheel or something.."

Amadine: "Oui, even I cannot catch the likes of her.."

Considering their usual animosity, the little racer had to wonder..

Candy: "They can't be lying, right?"

Nirvana: "No.. Nirvana has a hunch.. she knew I would be tracking her NSX.. so, where is she?"

Minori: "Somewhere that way.. urh.."

Amadine: "Tsk.. this much blood lost.."

Quinlan: "Gin! Ama!"

As the French rivals start to stagger and fall, Quinlan, also wounded comes up and grabs them both before they meet the hard floor.

It might be for Christmas, but Candy then sees something develop: the reunion of these killers to a more intimate level..

Candy: "How is it you.. care?"

Nirvana: "It's like that charmless clown would say.. racing brings people together.."

Amadine: "But that woman.. she has two minds, I guess.."

Minori: "We were having a consideration.. to say f[BLEEP] off to our long reigning hatred of each other, as that crimson one suggested. But when the news came to her.."

Quinlan: "Honestly, it's less predictable than me busting through boxes or walls."

However, the noise doesn't end there, as they hear..

Candy: "Sirens?"

Nirvana: "Nirvana will tend to these three. Go check it out."

With a hint this is where the Crimson carnage would go through, she heads for the siren's source, and sees..

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A set of civilians applying first aid to those that have been part of this swath of pain.

Candy: "WAAAHHH! It's a crime scene here.."

However, as she begins to count the injured count, a voice calls to her..

Uhh...
my precious Candy..
help..

Hearing a familiar voice, she then dashes through the scene..

Candy: "Excuse me!"

..and turns to find a woman's body, with a katana placed through her center..

However red this whole scene looked, the yellow surrounding this woman can only mean to Candy that this is..

Candy: "Miranda?! GWAAAHHH! What on earth?!!"

Miranda: "Oww oww.. hiya, sweetie.. umm.. I need an ambulance, pronto.."

Candy: "Hang on.. Murph's app!"

Swiftly taking her phone out and pushing through screens in record time, Candy then places said phone away, and kneels down to inspect..

Candy: "You're going to be fine, just.. keep holding on.."

Miranda: "Thanks.. you're a pal.."

Candy: "Miranda.. I need to know. There's a woman donned in red.. it's her doing, is it?"

Miranda: "I wish I knew.. it happened so fast.."

Without any way to halt the bleeding, she calls out to the people nearby..

And eventually turns back to the lady on the floor.

Candy: "Actually, just stay put, and don't say anything.."

Miranda: "Hmm.. [sniffles].."

Candy: "You alright?"

Miranda: "No. This was supposed to be the best Christmas surprise ever, but.. in my bag.."

Finding a small yellow handbag nearby, the little racer leapt towards it, and unzips it, revealing..

Candy: "A Christmas card?"

Miranda: "I.. well.."

Candy: "Tsk.. Miranda, I.."

Miranda: "Don't mention it.. ehe.."

Her eyes then start to close due to blood loss, but her body functions remains intact, in most part to the katana placed between her armpits, to the knowledge of nobody at the time.

Saddened, Candy notes..

Candy: "Out.. Miranda, you poor thing. [sniffs] if I didn't know any better.."

And before people nearby come to assist and surround the yellow maiden, Candy then gets a quick sudden thought..

Candy: "Those eyes.. look really familiar. Is it possible.. that.. that SHE'S the Crimson End??"

Before she can confirm this doubt however, the body..

..disappears?

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As a base, it's quick and versatile, adaptable to anyone who wants fast or fun. With the right tune for the right track, mere words cannot express its unstoppable nature.

If I don't call it a Sleeper, there's something wrong with me in the head. There's fun, there's pace, there's potential. And then there's the steep price point for being a collector's car. But we don't worry about that. Everyone should try a base form NSX Type R should they have the chance to in any game: they capture its essence as the perfect supercar very well, even though you shouldn't quite say it is one.

Quite a crowd this week. It's sort of intentional.

I put a lot of time in this episode for some reason. I don't know why. Christmas isn't a holiday I put high on my personal tier list of holidays.

Ahh, I was thinking of a more traditional Christmas episode, but everyone's doing that. Bringing family together, having a big meal, Santa appearing in some silly form. An aesop of being nice.. that kind of crap is when I do end up making a more traditional story rather than these weekly shoe-ins.

That's two episodes, in a row, with Mad Bull in it. That car is the sidekick to my purple gold Miura 'Night Moves', after all. It also means Nirvana, unless one of her many Lamborghinis that isn't the Diablo (or EK Civic Type R) gets chosen, isn't coming over next time I write. Interestingly, the only Lamborghini I plan not to write is the Vision GT.

Today's Christmas collective consists of mainly the characters that serve or have served under the Assassin's Guild. You can tell from what car who the main focus this week is for.. you probably also noticed the reference to the Christmas Truce back in World War I, but my take on this is instead with a feminist cyborg, a blood driven vampiress and a literal iron woman.

In more detail, I wish to focus more on what's easily my favorite addition of the Sport era of characters from the lone Canuck in Miranda Summers, specifically on how she has an inner bloody side that needs sating, while her civilian self refuses to keep that playing. You know, if the story involves these femme fatales, I seem to have some leverage to write this with a bit more enthusiasm. It's Miranda's fault.. her entire civilian character is designed to allure me.

This week's roster wheelspin winner was, in a rather strange twist, Nash Kirkham. But what's not strange is how I'm taking quite an advantage with racing a McLaren F1 and a Bugatti Veyron. This is perhaps the second time you'll have seen Rodulf's Signature Car, supposedly the third since it was to appear in the week the BMW M3 Sport Evo was nominated.

As the main character, Candy Lam is bound to appear in every segment, be it either as the lead role, or as a small mention.

The infamous Sweet Toothed Lone Wolf of Asia, or known worldwide as Le Glace Pacer. While her social presence is significantly poor, her presence on the track hasn't been short of perfection, now under the pressures of being a monetary source of higher powers, as well as her role being the most prime form of woman racers.. But don't let her hear that.

Theme Song: Def Leppard - Bad Actress
Racing Duel Music: Def Leppard - Nine Lives
Gender: Female
Nationality: Hong Kongese
Age: 30
Current occupation: Professional racecar driver
Distinct features: Long, clean, straight ashen hair tied to a ponytail via traditional red braids. A stiff, stoic Asian beauty that starts to show sign of wrinkling, covered by heavy layers of makeup. Thin, rounded diamond face, with various beauty signs of it being worked on unnaturally, especially her unblemished small snub nose, heavily lipsticked mouth and thin brown Asian eyes. Short body with small proportions.
Choice of clothing: Typical modern glossy sleveless Hong Kong dress, but 90% she will have her favorite on, that's in blood red with a white bauhinia pattern on, with matching sandals. Most of her clothes and themes come in red or white.
Cars: Toyota GR Yaris 1st Edition RZ "High Performance", MINI Cooper S, Honda NSX Type R '02, Mazda Demio XD Touring, Nissan Skyline GTS-R (R31)

Even though she's a proud Hong Kongese, Candy is actually born in high society Tokyo, and more exposed to living in a usual Japanese lifestyle. An only child, it was easy to find herself spoiled rotten from a young age, getting what she wants and not caring how it got there, thanks to wealth she inherits strongly. Her father notably was an executive in Toyota's racing division.

A target in her younger ages, Candy's early life was full of trouble from others that are against her being a Hong Kong native in Japan. She never made any friends as a result, and this loner habit of hers remained even after changing schools, going so far to even give her a new alias. While her parents have a strong standing in the society she lived in, she remained in their shadow, because she couldn't find comfort out of it.

Upon reaching her adult days, Candy's first 'milestone' would come when an incident in a high class event caused her to run, leading to a manic police car chase spanning several weeks before she was arrested. The victim of these events would have deep ties with various Yakuza families. While her parents retreated to Hong Kong, Candy stayed in Japanese prison, learning that if nothing needs to come her way, she needs to learn something she initially dreaded to do: manipulate the human mind, a state of thought she was once a victim of.

After her sentence, she regained her freedom, and it didn't take long that was noticed by the city's largest street racing community. Still with her inherited wealth, she started off strong in the streets. Years then pass, in which she eventually proves herself as a top competitor for racing in many top endurance races worldwide.

While her fans are out there in many parts around for being a woman dominating a man's sport, she's not exactly a great social interactor, and is a nobody outside the racing community. With many questions still left unanswered, maybe there are more ulterior motives with the unsanctioned blue MINI project..


A definition of the mysterious benefactor to the American dark side, nobody truly knows who, where, what or how this Nirvana person came to be. Aside being one of California's biggest earners within its black market, the only thing people know about her is that you never want to be on her bad side..

Theme Song: Nirvana - All Apologies
Racing Duel Music: Peaches - Boys Wanna Be Her (Tommie Sunshine's Brooklyn Fire Retouch)
Gender: Female
Nationality: Unknown, presumably American
Age: Unknown, presumably in her late 30s
Current occupation: Black market information broker
Distinct features: Medium long straight brunette hair, with the left side slightly longer on the front. Broad and tall diamond shaped face, with heavy eyeshadow and deep red lipstick. Wide and narrow green eyes, thick button nose and lip sticked mouth. Eyes always covered with a bespoke pair of sunglasses. Wears a pair of ruby gemmed earrings. Tall, slender figure.
Choice of clothing: Isn't one for a certain clothing style, but her daily go to includes a designer cropped jacket and blouse. Underneath usually is seen with dark, long skinny jeans, with tall leather boots underneath. Never without her prized golden necklace, carrying the iconic Nirvana grunge band smile.
Cars: Lamborghini Diablo GT, Honda Civic Type R (EK), Lamborghini Countach LP400, Lamborghini Aventador LP 750-4 Superveloce

If there's a dark American secret or two worth knowing, there's a very good chance it either came from, or is already been privy by the mysterious, unusually beautiful chain smoker known as Nirvana. While she's not hiding any association with it, it's unclear why she took up the name of a once popular 90's grunge icon.

Despite being in the game for approximately a decade, Nirvana's role as an information broker has been volatile for involved parties. Regardless of the risk, it's a very fruitful business that allowed her to make up a luxurious, albeit mysterious way of living. Every day passes with her face on at least one association wanting her death, be it from minor greivances or major groups, with rumors saying even involving the darkest organizations within national governments. But by being directly connected to the Assassin's Guild means that threat is non-existant for her. It's strongly rumored she is the one completely external individual with the unstoppable, absolute Trinita L'Assassina on speed dial, as various wealthy crime bosses that had her targeted once had their groups dissolved in a week.

Anyone knows Nirvana is one mysterious figure that probably intentionally overdelivers her speech with speaking in third person, combined with odd lingual skills and backed with an odd accent. While it's obvious she's hiding everything about her, there's no hiding her services mainly being stationed in Los Angeles. There's also no hiding that she likes to drive an old Lamborghini Diablo, and it's seen frequently street racing at night. Her presence often causes the racing at night to be mostly calm, a sign of her connection with the local police.

A worker of secrets, Nirvana also knows how to keep them, and over the years, she begun to even use them for her own benefits. While not exactly the most expensive of secrets, using The Outlaw's identity allows her to blackmail her way into The List, now part of them as code name "Enigma". But running with the self proclaimed fastest crew isn't the goal. She uses it as soon as she found out racing celebrity Sonny Meng serving as the group's backbone, and also being directly related to its leader. To her, Sonny is the one person she deems her nemesis. Nobody but the just as similarly egotistical Nirvana only knows why this grudge came to be.


Fourth wall breaking fan favorite racer of the current Super Formula era, Hayato's achievements haze the many dilemmas and twists he's found himself in. A former Yakuza enforcer that doubles as an just as silent and swift ninja wannabe with a unfavorable young personality to back up his race track talents.

Theme Song: The Crystal Method - Play For Real (feat. The Heavy)
Racing Duel Music: The Crystal Method - Play For Real (feat. The Heavy, Dirtyphonics Remix)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half Japanese, half Brazilian
Age: 30
Current occupation: Race car driver
Distinct features: Dyed dark purple hair in the shape of a ponytail. Wide, diamond shaped face with pale skin. White tinted eye contacts, flat thin nose and a slim mouth exhuming a dangerous smirk. Average height, slightly thin build. Heavily tattooed body due to his past within the yakuza.
Choice of clothing: Dark colored, and always covering his skin. Commonly wears trendy clothing, nowaday's its a designer sweater hoodie with 3 quarter denim pants, tall shoes and a belt. Never seen without his traditional made ornamental katana and its sheath behind, presumed a fake to just about anyone who don't investigate.
Cars: Honda NSX (NB), KTM X-BOW R, Honda S660

History was shady, but first records show Hayato was born in Nagoya with a mixed Japanese Brazilian bloodline. Notably, his family carries strong ties to the shinobi warriors of Sengoku Japan, giving him an idea on what kind of person he was going to grow as. However, he was a rebellious soul who could hardly get anything going in curriculum. That journey as a ninja would have to wait until one day, he would personally go on a journey to retrieve an old relic hidden in a deathtrap shaped like a home. He might have succeeded, but the problems started. Said relic was a priceless katana, and word got out, his family and clan were slain or went missing, including his family, who had an abrupt but heartfelt goodbye, not knowing where to go.

After reaching adulthood, Hayato made his way through life with a girl he met. It was thanks to her he got involved in Yakuza affairs, being the sole daughter of a top family enforcer. He would learn their ways, brandish their stripes and worked his way up the ladder. On the side, he applied for a junior Red Bull course in racing, again because his girlfriend said so. That eventually grew as he was noticed by two important individuals: an infamous street racing delinquent, and the head of the multi million organization known as the Kirkham Foundation. With their offers, Hayato had a new goal: to be deemed an icon, as someone significant.

Years pass, and Hayato leaned back to the criminal element strong. But as he grew in strength, that went to the test as the family he served was the same one that terrorized his teenage days. As his connections to the relic he used came to light, blood flooded rivers as he fought his way up to get the answers he needed. All was said and done, but one final test remained: the woman that lived with him all those years pledged her allegiance against him, and in a final struggle, he cut her where she stood. Past all the heartbreak, he would remember her by selling the relic katana to the government, then having a master blacksmith forge a whole new sword: the same one he carries at all times on his back. He branded the sword as 'Yoko': the girl he lived with all his adult life til then.

Now with those bloody ties severed, Hayato stands now a strong contender for the Honda Racing Corporation. While his focus lies on Super Formula nowadays, he's been seen testing out Honda's Group 3 division. And there's a good chance he might be travelling the world, eager to be showing his honed racing skills.


An aristocratic, but overall simplistic French gentleman, carrying awards in literature as well as a well versed connoisseur of wine. But his biggest achievement is none of those, but of racing in the GT leagues, most notably being a dominating recurring champion of the Supercar Festival Leagues.

Theme Song: Yes - It Can Happen (Cinema Version)
Racing Duel Music: Yes - Love Will Find A Way
Gender: Male
Nationality: French
Age: 28
Current occupation: Race car driver
Distinct features: Clean combed back black hair, with a large white stripe in the center. Baby blue eyes, almost always seem closed. Thin mustache, wide upturned nose and mouth with regular skin tone. Slightly thin build with average height.
Choice of clothing: Fine suits are his wardrobe's modus operandi. Comes in many forms, but his favorite combine a silver slim fit suit vest and matching pants. Expensive accessories from a Rolex watch, fountain pens in his pockets, golden pins of various fancy shapes, and a pinned handcrafted gold trimmed rose (doubles as a hidden knife).
Cars: KTM X-BOW R, Alpine A110 (2017), Alfa Romeo Giulia Sprint GT Veloce, Maserati MC20, Renault R5 Turbo

Secretly referred to the as the family's little Bon Bon, Boniface is the last of 3 current generation of the infamous Richelieu of Sainte-Croix-du-Verdon: a family whose wealth surpasses many that of just about anyone in Europe thanks to their stake in developing nuclear products, particularly electrical power and energy developments worldwide. While the middle child handles this business without remorse, and the eldest sister being a very well known bounty hunter for the Assassin's Guild, Boniface himself gets his family name famous in sport, notably in race cars.

Unlike his Paris born sisters, Boniface was born when they've already retreated to Sainte-Croix. But from a young age, he was often sent to the capital to be raised by relatives, schooled in the most lofty of education institutions. As he grew up, he didn't get along with others of his age well, but rather preferred to be among other adults, eventually acting and getting along with them. While his maturity rised, his manners remained sloppy and smug, thus why he usually calls similarly aged persons barbarians, brutes, or whatever synonym he can figure out.

These connections would eventually lead to two of his life's greatest passions. Race car driving, and wine. After high school, he went on to quickly pursue them. Eventually, he would become a famed touring car racer, notably as the sport's purely clean racer with a near perfect clean race record. His interest in wine would lead them to his other life as a wine connoisseur, releasing weekly reviews to his online website. An open learner whose recently graduated with a Major in English Literature, Boniface's current focus is to help his family's financial issues, with its problems stemming from his sister's newly diagnosed complications in her heart.

Thanks to burying the hatchet with his long time Scottish rival, he's found yet another path to take in being the recurring champion of the Supercar Festival. But those skills are put to the test as he inadvertently made his way into the ranks of The Prophecy as their newest Chosen.


Once a youthful, late 90s racing powerhouse with family fortunes secured his good life as the strategic and composed mastermind behind the Kirkham Foundation of Medical Sciences. This Manchester native is settled for many lives worth of riches, racing world influence and overall standing in his many fields, but he requires the help of a few worthy others to achieve the goal of housing the fastest racers on the planet.

Theme Song: Coldplay - White Shadows, Coldplay - Paradise (Epic Orchestral Cover by Carl Abelgas & its_draconix)
Racing Duel Music: Electric Lights Orchestra - Prologue + Twilight
Gender: Male
Nationality: British
Age: 41
Current occupation: Corporate director
Distinct features: Medium sized, clean cut straight grey hair with white edges. Wide oblong oval face, with hints of wrinkling. Thick narrow nubian nose with often dried out mouth of average size. Slightly tall, very fit build covered by strongly pale skin.
Choice of clothing: No real preference outside of what's British. Functional is what matters. He's often with designer clothing that make him look and feel youthful, such as a puffy jacket over shirt and jeans, bright tracksuits and if anything is formal, it's brightly colored.
Cars: McLaren F1, Abarth 500, BAC Mono

Nash was birthed in his current home turf of Manchester. A rich upper classman of Whalley Range, Nash might be born with wealth on his pocket from day 1 due to his father's role as the figurehead of long time pharmaceutical megacompany: the Kirkham Foundation. But he wasn't quite blessed in other ways. His mother passed from childbirth, and his father's not long for the world with a terminal illness. With connected family unwilling to support this dying cause, Nash was left with the family fortune from age 10. However, his father's advice never left him: he's to only trust himself, and never to let anyone give them a chance to take away the family riches.

With that advice in mind, he's left his lofty life of a giant mansion with servants on every whim to enroll himself to the best, with loyal corporate figures acting as his legal guardians, ensuring he would come up to grow as the future of the company. His trust issues would plague him until he would scuffle with a boy who would grow up to be the UK's street racing pioneer known as The Messiah. Said boy would change Nash for the better, being the first person he would open to, and declare as his brother: a role still going strong today. His bitterness towards others would end, as this period of comforting his always angry brother would give way to Nash's overall kind spiritedness coming out.

Reaching adulthood, Nash balanced out his new role as the Foundation director with the life he yearned to find, and he looked hard. Upon suggestion by his brother was track racing, and while his brother was unfortunate, Nash went on to be a GT racing icon after his debut years, meeting many others in this career. But the good times never last, as he was diagnosed by a rare form of albinism that caused his body to age quicker than usual. While his foundation went far to develop a cure, nothing fruitful arose. His undying dedication to this cure had him hit the books, so hard that it earned him great honors in medical sciences and economics. As he would take on an American protege to give his racing wisdom, he's uncertain of his fate, and adopted a successor to give down his company due to an old friend's promise.

These days, Nash's undiagnosed condition prevents him from racing in his name, despite being in peak physical form, but he's usually out and about racing various top racing fields as the Mysterious NZ. And if he's not co-hosting Sim Gear with his brother, he's scheming away his latest big dedicated project known as the Mythic Initiative. Now with six in tow, he's hoping to rid the discord caused by his own protege entering a dark chapter, hoping that the choice never has to come..


Bound by yellow, this Canadian sweet talking, sexy sensual stunt actress may be a sweet little rose, but behind all that posterior, many find out that roses have thorns. In Miranda's case, they might as well be dual layers of barbed wire.

Theme Song: Nazareth - May The Sunshine
Racing Duel Music: The Cult - Spiritwalker
Gender: Female
Nationality: Canadian
Age: 29
Current occupation: Stunt actress
Distinct features: Thick yellow (not blonde) medium curly hair. Heart shaped face. Long and narrow, heavily lashed brown eyes. Thin nose and narrow lips. Yellowish hinted makeup with peach lipstick. Average height, petite muscular build, with above average proportions.
Choice of clothing: Rise and shine, it's all yellow here. Usually in her home turf, she's found with a form fitting sun dress, stockings and yellow pumps, along with gold bangles and jewelleries. Changes to shorter skirted dresses on higher heat, or thick fur coats with boots on colder. Importantly there's some yellow on it.
Cars: Mercedes-AMG C 63 S

The only child of a rural family hailing from a small lakeside community within Alberta, Canada. Miranda's early days usually has her time spent around the meadows, prairies and lakes of her hometown. She's unconditionally loved her parents: her fisherman father, and also her artist mother. Naturally, she's picked up small hints of their talent: namely physical prowess and the artist's keenness, all behind a face that's constantly calm, gentle and smiling.

However, the simple happy life finds a bump when the father's diagnosed and passes away from leukemia. His final words etched onto the small family's mind: find and keep chasing the light. Unsure, Miranda leaves the small village and ventures on to the city to find a chance at life for her teenage self. She's reached various lows, and times would come where an aggressive self has to emerge so she can stand out. There were many chances, but the light she eventually settled in was in the school of theatre arts.

Eventually transitioning into being stars for low budget shows and films, Miranda breaks it big over time and finds herself in the humble beginnings of top tier Hollywood, part of the small but well grounded Aurea Signum Studios. The hard worked efforts of the small family pays off as they're able to live comfortably within this lofty side of America.

Nowadays, she makes up a trio that's inclusive of her ex-boyfriend: a fellow stunt actor guised as a chubby ravishing Dutchman and her steward: a hard thinking British biker slash psychologist. An obvious team mom, sweet soul sister and always keeping face, Miranda usually finds herself short of cash due to her spending habits, and finds herself doing odd jobs, usually either as a fledgling street racer, or being involved in whatever her ex-boyfriend comes up with in his car smuggling business.


The most feared bounty hunter in all of Europe, maybe the whole world. An unstoppable wild killer, whose emotions are, to him, just a setback to the bigger picture. But there's more to him than just a savage, remorseless shell honed to kill.

Theme Song: Yngwie J. Malmsteen - Perpetual
Racing Duel Music: Yngwie J. Malmsteen - Gates of Babylon
Gender: Male
Nationality: Swedish
Age: 36
Current occupation: Bounty hunter
Distinct features: Balding swept back parted blonde hair. Notable skin damage, scarring and blemishes on his aggressive, top wide then lower thin oval face. Small patch beard. Tall, and fairly muscular on a thin body.
Choice of clothing: Thick leather gloves and steel tipped industrial boots covered by industrial coveralls, usually only worn by the leggings. Tight fit striped shirt, padded with protection. A fur jacket covers the top when weather is cold.
Cars: Bugatti Veyron 16.4, Volvo V40 T5 R-Design

Known mainly as the Hel Walker or the Grim Reaper. Rodulf is probably one of the best, and just as merciless and ruthless bounty hunters known to man. But his humble origins from Kiruna have been rather normal. He was a shy, but cool star basketball player in his small community growing up, and was prepared for a life going pro on just playing sports. There, he learned that teamwork has been a core part of achieving a goal. But all this does is reinforce his feelings as a man who works and operates alone. This is because as he was to exit high school, he would play his last match with his team before being the sole survivor in a plane hijacking, indirectly caused by, as he found out personally, a terrorist organization.

With all ties gone due to his death being presumed, the still young Rodulf learned how to survive in the cold Swedish wilds, from living off the grid, and eventually kill. Knowing enough of those who buried his past in the snow, he would begin a long and hard pursuit of these individuals, and he would learn to hone his killer instinct, put aside his sympathetic personality and get stronger after each kill. The cold bloody war would end as he would end the terrorists by his own hand. However, due to the leader being bound by a certain organization's protective contract, the just as feared Assassin's Guild would take action and send their best assassins to find and apprehend him. Mercilessly, Rodulf didn't think twice and put him on their radar when he sent these assassins back to their masters in boxes.

And he wouldn't stop there: he rampaged his way to the inner circle of this organization and by stroke of luck they instead managed to calm him and inserted him into the group to protect themselves. Now, the life of high stakes killing begun anew, with his specially armor plated Veyron being the testament of his nearly decade reign. The Guild would then place a major base within Kiruna, specifically near Rodulf's older stomping grounds.

While savage and likes to hold grudges, those who do luckily know Rodulf can find a quiet man who thinks to himself a lot, and while scars are all over his body, he can be quite aloof, menacing and anti social. While he's feared and protected, Rodulf can sometimes be found racing legally in the FIA in Group 1 Bugattis. He would make use of this relationship to bolster his driving talent with his own car. Some rumors speak of him clashing with a few racers personally, but nothing has happened on this end. Right now, he has his eyes on The List, with an eager gaze towards the man behind the strings..


A former marine, with the deadly combination of being a silent, two-faced sneak and an all American underworld justicar, laying down verdicts he so chooses with either the soothing tunes of jazz, or a high powered sniper rifle.

Theme Song: Soundgarden - Hands All Over
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 37
Current occupation: Hitman for hire
Distinct features: Unkempt, scruffy medium black hair. Face is mostly shrunk like, with notably small brown eyes, tiny nose, and unpronounced mouth. Thin mustache and chin strap beard. Often mistaken as Asian, but actually Caucasian. Slightly tall, thin muscular build with semi-long proportions on his limbs.
Choice of clothing: Hides his eyes behind well spent large teardrop sunglasses. A black fedora to match his overall dark suits and their grey hints. Strong penchant for classy, black tie clothing, and it's always seen dark.
Cars: Chevrolet Camaro SS

A man with arms bonded for handling the heft of 50 calibre rifles, and moreso for nicer suits. Before going as Emile in the underworld, he would be known as The Black Flash, named as a play of his Boston Massachusetts origin, and also of his origins as a major player in the killing fields. But it never truly started there. Emile wasn't smart, or notably talented. But he was fit. So he went to the military the first chance he got in his late teens, helped by his semi wealthy, but all around patriotic family and upbringing.

Becoming a peerless man with a sniper rifle, Emile's focus was true and his shots probably truer. He would earn his military honors along with his squadron that included a traumatic youth, a defender of the American way, and a soon to be senator. But one year, after a tour in the Middle East, he came home with his family brutally slaughtered and his home savaged. With all the resources at his grasp, his well honed focus was turned to an even finer slice of vengeance. His unrelenting force would bring those responsible to their graves, and he would leave no stone unturned, bringing a small hint of his intents to anyone else involved: through death.

It was by the end of that rampage that Emile grew to be permanently somber. His pride for the all red white and blue was turned to a shadow, and he would believe that if nobody was to help others to becoming him, he would be the one to do it. With a reputation in the criminal world, the now renowned Black Flash has a creed: a self regarded 'good guy', only accepting contracts against notably terrible figures. Some would say he would rival the Trinitia, of which one he learned of her ways personally as fellow mates: a cybernetically enhanced femme fatale known as the Killer of Killers.

Always based in California, should he have to leave the States, it must mean serious business.


Ama's entire life has been behind a shadow, always being second place. But this lustful devil puts herself at a prominent position as a killer and a bounty hunter on the rise, thanks to opportunities arising that work well with her renewed, sexy business plans.

Theme Song: Pearl Jam - Why Go
Gender: Female
Nationality: French
Age: 33
Current occupation: Bounty hunter
Distinct features: Dyed dark green long straight hair, with heavy makeup. Rounded triangular facial features. Overall face gives off a masculine Nordic vibes, with green heavily lashed almond shaped eyes, thick nose and mouth. Tall, caucasian figure with a large voluptuous body with bare hint of muscles.
Choice of clothing: Depending on the moment, the outside clothing varies, from needing a thick jacket or not. There's always a tight body fitted combat suit with sharp heels under all of that.
Cars: Porsche 911 Carrera RS (964), Porsche 911 Turbo S (992)

A lustful passionate emerald, Amadine is the first of 3 current generation of the infamous Richelieu of Sainte-Croix-du-Vernon: a family whose wealth surpasses many that of just about anyone in Europe thanks to their stake in developing nuclear products, particularly electrical power and energy developments worldwide. While the middle child handles this business without remorse, and the youngest son dabbles in top level racing, Ama finds herself in the business of bounty hunting, also within the shadows of her many nemeses.

If there's one thing anyone knows about this family, it's that money never is an issue for the Richelieu. Before the family retreated to the south east edge of the country, she was born and raised in the elite classes of France's rich within Paris city borders, Amadine soon found her calling in life thanks to many part in her physical prowess, dexterity and strength. Her affinity for green stems when she was playfully called She-Hulk by her peers as she grew more built and more savage like in her teenage days, even though she gained a more associative and an opportunistic way of thinking then. It wasn't an issue for her; rather it's her way of remembering what she likes of her past. Upon reaching adulthood, she would dabble into various medium catered for adults: a passion she shares with her little brother, though it got her to that personality she's always clinged toward today.

With her first kill from an individual that has been heavily abusing his wealth against her own family's, Ama learned said thrill firsthand, and became a self taught killer, assisted by her family and wealth. Working as a private hire BDSM by day, her unique flair slowly reveals, especially with the use of calling cards. While not exactly famous, Ama's also the only known survivor from a one on one battle against the most feared assassin in the world: one of the Trinita L'Assassina known as the Killer of Killers. She's serious about her work, but she's also known to toy around her victims, challengers.. perhaps anyone she's keen to meet with her own two eyes.


A technological marvel with a sharp finesse in her life ending work that got her the moniker of the Killer of Killers. Formerly the most sought out assassin for hire, she now lives in refuge under a guise, hoping nobody would find her unless you have a problem and no one else can help..

Theme Song: KMFDM - Professional Killer
Racing Duel Music: KMFDM - Virus (Pestilence Mix)
Gender: Female
Nationality: French
Age: 30
Current occupation: Maid? (obviously in disguise, she's actually the self proclaimed greatest assassin in the world)
Distinct features: Black, medium well combed right side bob, aggressively blonde when portraying her maid Minori personality. Smooth triangular face. Thin green almond eyes, thin tall nose with wide tip, and narrow mouth. Slight perky, blemished cheeks. Shiny white teeth that seem unnatural (actually bombs). Bright caucasian skin, with average height, weight and proportions. Small creases over arms and legs (actually hidden blades).
Choice of clothing: Your usual frilly maid outfit (definitely not intended). Outside, she's usually wearing a dark colored halterneck blouse/tank top, with black jeans and comfort slippers. Wears a red butterfly clip (actually a hidden knife), a golden set of bangles on her left hand (actually a hidden taser), and a large banded watch on her right (hiding the barrel of a hidden gun in her arm)
Cars: Ferrari F40, Renault R4 GTL

Perhaps the most well known member of the Assassin's Guild that serves as the example to not follow for any prospective killer due to her actions of infamy. Taking on a rural upbringing just out in the hillsides of the Pyrenees, this killer to be had a name, and being the only child of a family. Taken by an unknown sickness, her father left the family, forcing her to migrate with her mother to find better pastures. While they found refuge within a millionaire's estate, the man was a predator by the definition, taking his mother to satisfy his pleasures while the lone child would run away finding that truth out with intents to exploit it. Being on the lam by child police and this richman's associates, she learned to not only hate men, but also to hide and survive.

She would then meet one of the very few men she can respect: a Catholic priest who took her in. Informing him of her farmland origins, the christened Gino would come through living on and off the sanctified church grounds, using this time to hone her athletic and martial skills. However, as she came to adulthood, the men in pursuit of her finally caught up, and further her hatred of these people by not only destroying anything she comes to contact with, but also using their influence and wealth to frame her for that act. To get back at these people, Gino would conduct the perfect crime: one she's been planning ever since her arrival. To get this near impossible task done is to help kindle her inner perfectionist, but put her on the most wanted list in the country.

Her escape all the way to the southernmost side of the country got the attention of the Richelieu family, who would massively profit of these crimes indirectly, and thus led to their favor for her. Befriending the profit minded alpha and her wine loving little brother, the once again renamed Ginoa had revenge in her heart, now striking anyone who would exploit the poor, declaring herself a self serving assassin based by the Richelieu's turf. Her most pivotal moment in this career came when she was to bring to the end of an experimental surgeon: the man who would grant her artificial augmentations of her body who apparently was a high ranking member of the Assassin's Guild. This eventual clashing would lead to her joining, as well as the birth of the Trinitia L'Assassina that stemmed from their efficient, effective service.

Within this organization and thanks to the jealousy of the Richelieu matriarch, Ginoa finds herself travelling all over the world, even mastering a roster of languages, but these days finds herself hiding away in the center of Los Angeles, unwilling to step out of this shadow for the amounts of deathly gazes awaiting to end her. She did however learn two more important life lessons thanks to a few close friends, inclusive of The Black Flash, her short gang leader lover and an angry fellow known as The Messiah: vengeance is a strong motivator, and similarly so is love.


Hailed as the Sports Diva from Down Under, Quinlan's a bona fide master in the physical contest of contests. A recent graduate of the world racing league's B License, her great muscles isn't the only secret of hers she's keeping tabs on.

Theme Song: Judas Priest - Hard As Iron
Racing Duel Music: Toyah - Thunder In The Mountains
Gender: Female
Nationality: Australian
Age: 33
Current occupation: Sports personality, prominently as a tennis player
Distinct features: Long bright orange hair, often tied in a pair of split braids. Wide almond shaped pale blue eyes, thin but thick skinned slab nose and small mouth. Her caucasian skin's always shiny. Semi-tall and has a defined muscular, built body.
Choice of clothing: 'A show of her greatly honed skin when she can' is her motto on this, usually wearing a sporty tank top with tight sports shorts, with a jacket either worn or wrapped around her waist. There are sporty shoes and sports sunglasses to complement.
Cars: Lamborghini Urus, Renault Sport Mégane R.S. Trophy, Toyota Tundra TRD Pro, Suzuki Jimny XC

Gold Coast born Quinlan was the second of a whole horde of children. She never had an issue getting past the ropes of life with her siblings, who frequent the beaches there. Thanks to her father's role as a pro surfer, and her mother being a lifeguard of one of the many beaches there, Quinlan had no issue with meeting people and also getting to know the active lifestyle she gets frequent exposure from. Reaching puberty, she however gained one other interest due to her body somehow developing muscular. Compounded by how ridiculed she was in school of her size, she knew this was the calling she needed to stand out and shield her ego: through strength.

Without a remarkable education, Quinlan went straight into sports, getting scholarships for various sports academies and fields. However the result, her jolly character seems to be a perseverant one where she never has a notion to give up in any slight. Though, behind all this muscle was still this psychologically inept woman, who would be taken advantage of by certain criminal elements in Australia. It didn't take long for her to think enough is enough, leading to a mental snap and a new aggression began from there. To the public, it gave them a positive role model to follow, and for the underworld a new killer threat thanks to her behind the scenes actions towards.

In one clash, she was put in a bind, but was saved and proceeded to clean up a large sports corruption scandal thanks to the Assassin's Guild, specifically from a feminist cool cyborg, with another sadistic blood knight. Joining in as an athletic powerful giant, these women would end up being known as the Trinitia: a triple threat of women that would be deemed unstoppable should they come together, though in their heads and ideals that's not quite the case, enough to cause a hostile rift.

Jumping from sport to sport, she recently gotten her hands into racing cars. Though, her growth seemed to be drastically larger than your run of the mill racer. Rumors report that she seems to have contact with the infamous Outlaw, though no direct reasoning has been confirmed.

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