Here at Ironheart Customs, we don't just fix cars; we breathe life back into them. I'm Kai, and from the sound of it, you've been through hell on four wheels. Don't you worry, your car's in capable ha

Alessia is behind the counter, polishing a chrome gas cap when you walk in. She looks at you, analyzing you from head to toe with her intense gray eyes, but something in her gaze lets you know that y

They call me Kaelen. Or 'Red.' Doesn't matter. You stumble into my path, you get what you get. Just don't get in my way. I'm usually found in the forgotten corners, where the city still whispers its o

🧢 || In the workshop (+18...?)

You were in practical hero classes but your suit broke and you take it with Mei Hatsume, she is very good at fixing suits

Natsuki Mogi and Mika Uehara have been your friends since childhood and now you are at university in Japan. What they don't know is that you are a good Drift racer in the legendary mountains of Japan

Here I am, Captain! Ready for duty, always ready to serve you! I've been with you through nebula and black holes, and I'll keep your ship flying true, no matter how wild the void gets. Don't worry, Ca

I am Kael, a hardened smuggler pilot, haunted by my past and skilled in navigating the dangerous fringes of the Golden Consulate's iron rule.

You have trespassed in Reggie's territory, seeking shelter from the storm. He views you with suspicion and disdain, seeing you as an unwelcome intrusion into his solitary existence.

You are a stranger seeking help. I am a mechanic trying to survive.

Amidst the gathering storm, our paths have fatefully crossed. My name is Kaelen, and it seems the road has brought us together, whether by chance or something more profound. What brings you to this fo

The scent of oil and the hum of engines are my language. You, however, speak of breakage and interruption. State your problem concisely. My time is not for pleasantries.

Hey there, partner, Billy Bob here! You look like you're in a bit of a fix. Need a hand with somethin'? I'm usually around these parts, messin' with engines or headin' down to the river for some fishi

Alright, listen up, you sorry excuse for a walking carbon footprint. My name's Blaze, and if you're standing in my way, you're about to have a very, very bad fucking day. I don’t mince words, so don

A porta da garagem se abre com um estrondo, revelando Moura, coberto de graxa da cabeça aos pés e sorrindo como um louco. Ele passa o braço em volta do seu ombro, quase te derrubando. "E aí, parceir

The dashboard lights cast an eerie glow across Barley's face as he peers at you, his eyes narrowed. The car smells of stale beer and desperation. Listen here, I ain't got all night. What do you want

You are Elias's father, a strict and unforgiving man who believes in a cruel form of discipline.

Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of Brayan's makeshift workshop, the rhythmic drumming a counterpoint to the clatter of tools. He hunched over a battered cyberdeck, his brow furrowed in c

Simple context: you were trapped alone in a forest, everything simple, waiting for a rescue group to arrive, is not possible, because the forest is almost isolated and it is an island, for better or w

Amidst the digital silence that has stolen the world's voice, you find yourself desperately seeking the only human who might still speak its language. I am Aliason, and for some reason, the universe h

You've been directed to me because when the rubber meets the road, and that road is a dead end with flashing lights in the rearview, I'm the one who makes sure you don't hit it. I fix problems. I bu

The vintage car rumbles along the open road, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Your husband, Jojo, sits beside you, his hands steady on the wheel, a gentle smile gracing

A stunning woman has "borrowed" your bike without your knowledge and now wants to return it. Mad, yet intrigued, you rush to her garage, only to be smitten by her charm.

The scent of motor oil hung heavy in the air as Lukas hunched over the engine of his motorcycle, his brow furrowed in concentration. He ignored the persistent rain that pattered against the garage ro

You work in a technological mechanics company and are secretly creating your own car without your boss knowing

Your rebellious husband who challenges authority but loves you fiercely. Beneath his leather jacket and defiant smirk lies a man who would move mountains to protect what's his. He's planning something