[hider=#82 The Mask] [center][color=2e3192][h1]Robert "The Mask" Williams[/h1][/color][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/wVkRxUH.jpg[/img][/center] [b][color=2e3192]NICK:[/color][/b] The Mask [color=2e3192][b]AGE:[/b][/color] 46 [color=2e3192][b]HEIGHT:[/b] [/color] 174 cm [color=2e3192][b]WEIGHT:[/b] [/color] 72 kg [color=2e3192][b]NATIONALITY:[/b] [/color] Hungarian-American [color=2e3192][b]BIO: [/b][/color] The Mask past is something of a myth amongst racers. There are many theories, but his silence doesn't help with breaking the mystery. All they know is that he has been racing for long, far longer than most of the younglings that come here to test their luck. This long career is what earned him the respect he has in the driving community. This and his infamous mask he never takes off. [hider=bio] Robert was born in Hungary in 2034, back when the world wasn't so fucked up. But it wasn't a joy living nevertheless. Dues to bonds with "night work" agents and "under the radar" drivers, his parents never really lived the normal life, and neither did him. Robert was raised as a street kid with a house to get back to, and his education was his parents teaching him. This on the long run proved more efficent than the propaganda and useless shit they taught kids in school. Robert picked up on the family business soon enough, and found himself helping his father with cars from a very young age. Instead of playing football or reading books, his days went by learning krav-maga from his mother, and repairing cars with his dad. As soon as age 14 he was already familiar with cars, and often ran trips to get things for the family. He started driving at the age of 16, and made a name for himself in the next 5 years. He was well respected in the area for his driving talent, and his own gang, the Gas Guzzlers, was dealing with most of the "shady" cargo deliveries. Drug runs, races, gang fights forged him into a though man, and a rising star. [hr] But all stars must fade. On the fateful night of December 1st, 2055, Robert Williams, the infamous gang lord suffered an incident whilst driving his car around lake Balaton. His body was never found. That's what the news said anyways. In truth, his sins caught up to him. The police forces rigged his ride, and blew it sky high. He somehow survived the crash with grave injuries, and he was arrested on spot and then hospitalized for weeks. His face suffered injuries that technology couldn't replace at the time, and it had to be replaced with a mechanical mask. He was forced to make a testament against his own gang, but things didn't stop there. It was evident that his testimony was faulty and he would give out bad info. And so the police sent him on the field to pull apart his own gang as an anonymus new racer. If he was to refuse, they would make sure he didn't see the other day, neither would his family. So Robert joint the night community as "The Mask", and began working on taking the business apart, newly gaining the trust of his fellow gang members. In just a mere 7 months, the Gaz Guzzlers fell apart, but the bigshots managed to escape, their identity unknown. Robert was given free pass, but due to evidence pointing at him for letting the leaders get away, one of the more "determined" officers made sure Roberts could never warn anyone ever again. [hr] With endless time and regret, Robert travelled around the world to seek tranquility. His life was ruined, but his passion never ended, and on his travles around the globe he used every oppurtonuity to make a name for himself. Beating up gangs, and winning races around the globe, many years passed without anything important happening to him. He watched as the world changed around him, and lived by the road and where it took him. Almost 20 years passed by unevetfully. Then the Risk Rally happened, and Robert saw an oppurtinity in it. He hoped that he could possibly meet people from his old gang, and make things right. That the race could justify his actions against his gang, and make the deadly race his redemption for his sins. He loaded up his car with fuel, and drove back to where he came from, the palce that held so many bad memories, Europe. [/hider] [color=2e3192][b]MOTTO:[/b][/color] "Race hard, race dirty." Theme Song: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h04IuMkcCcQ[/youtube] [/hider] [hider=#82] [center][h2][color=2e3192]"Eclispe"[/color][/h2][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/AoeJabI.jpg[/img][/center] [color=2e3192]FIREPOWER:[/color]20 [color=2e3192]GRIP:[/color]23 [color=2e3192]FRAME:[/color]28 [color=2e3192]ACCELERATION:[/color]7 [color=2e3192]TOP SPEED:[/color]22 Special Weapon#Ability: Mortar Once a race the Eclipse can fire it's mounted mortars in order to achieve long range justice from anywhere on the map. It has a small chance to deal damage, but will make any smaller and lighter carls swirl out of control. Personal Weapon: One Handed Battleaxe Flavor Text: "Eclpise" was a parting gift by Robert's best friend. When the band was arrested, the two escaped with this car. Robert decided to keep it as a memory, and a signal for other members. The current car is a lot different from what the car used to be like, many armor plates were added, and a rotating autocannon was mounted on it. The car is accelerates really slow, but the powerful motor inside is incredibly hard to slow down once this machine picks up speed. The car is resistant against weapons, and has an excellent grip to counter speed loss. It is more than perfect for a race of this caliber, and for a driver of this caliber. The old car has had many upgrades, but the old timey mechanics, and manual control make this ride unique to most modern cars. It is a one of a kind beauty. [/hider]