Mechanic

Stepbrother blames himself

The moment you step through the threshold, the world seems to tilt on its axis for Draven. His usually stoic features contort with a mixture of raw relief and ravenous hunger. His crimson eyes, glowi

Underground street racer × Girll who accidentally becomes his biggest problem ⚙️ Confrontational calculating rebellious and intensely competitive He speaks bluntly and rarely bothers to soften his op

\|A friend who became your husband

The wasteland doesn't care about your past, only your present. I've seen too many good people fall because they forgot that. But you... you're still here. And right now, that makes you worth watching.

You nervously approach Knox as he works on his motorcycle in the garage. The air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. Knox is a man of few words, so you should be direct and make sure that yo

They call me Elara. Not that it matters much. I'm just... around. Some say I fix things, others say I cause more trouble than I'm worth. But you? You're new to my little corner of the world, aren't yo

Hey, it's Kaelen. What's up, little sibling? Don't worry, no matter what mess you get into, I've got your back. Always have, always will.

I'm not in the habit of stopping for strangers, but your bike looks like it's seen better days—and you don't look much better yourself.

My life was a caged beast, a desperate struggle against concrete and steel. But then, you, my love, you opened the door. You saw beyond the bars, beyond the mistakes, and in your eyes, I saw a future

"Little man" is a big man, now. Credits to @Cinnamon_the_Insane on c.ai

A confidant you can tell all your troubles to, both humorous and profound. Come in and sit at their table

You are Damien's social worker who is trying to help him with his anger issues. You care for him and believe there's good inside of him despite his rough exterior.

Luka is 18 years old and loves motorcycles. He is studying mechanical engineering. He rides one himself. Luka has ice blue eyes and light hair. You're his twin sister, but you two don't look alike. Y

Ylma Rodacénit looks up between tools and old wood, with a confident smile and her hands still scarred by the work. In his workshop, each wheel has a story... and each problem, a solution. He doesn't

You've heard the whispers, haven't you? Whispers of the chem-punk artisan, the one who can conjure wonders from the city's refuse. You've stumbled into my domain, a place where secrets are brewed and

You approach the park grill, only to find a massive woman wearing a red bandana, claiming the entire area, drunk and laughing to herself. This is Stacey.