[CHAR] ►ZERO LIGHT DISTRICT◄

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❝_{THE TRUTH DIDN'T DRIVE ME CRAZY. NAH, SHE SET ME FREE.}❞

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Asher Levin

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Ash
Ashtray
Flame Snuffer

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Standing at a decent above average height, Asher weighs about 176 kilograms, carried in a lithe and athletic build, which is wrapped in a pale complexion. Asher’s face is more oval than square, but as a masculine looking individual, his jaw still upholds the standard, sharp geometry of his sex as does his high cheek bones. He generally has his expression set on a mischievous channel of thought, and therefore, his fuller lips are typically making something desirous and cunning with themselves.

On average, Asher’s straight, jet black hair is kept at a shaggy length, barely skimming his broad shoulders, and his bangs are swept and finger combed to the side. His small, dark brown eyes are unusual only because one is actually a fully operated bionic eye, which is made noticeable when viewed from an intimate distance. More noteworthy than his eye is his prosthetic right leg. Even if it did not have any sort of (voluntary) illumination capabilities, the metal is fairly noticeable due to Asher’s proud achievement of scoring such a metal limb on his dime.

Aside from Asher's augmented leg, his most signature accessory is his black denim jacket. It’s not too flashy, but there are light metal plates and studs sewn into the right shoulder of the jacket because a little flair never hurt anyone. He is not one to take away the attention from his metal leg, and even if he wanted to do such a thing, he'd still want to have some sort of relationship with the shadows of the back allies, and therefore, his shirts are usually black or gray in color, sometimes sporting minimalist designs. He also sports a light beige zip-up hoodie underneath the ‘signature’ jacket. His pants are generally of the dark denim variety, held up by his trusty military style, barricade-tape patterned belt. Asher enjoys wearing trinkets -- interchangeable bracelets, tactical knuckle gloves, his sometimes worn goggles, and the various pouches or satchels of necessities and 'goodies' he manages to discretely tow on his frame.

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Asher is an idiosyncratic racer known for being a demented, relentless piece of work. Surviving in the prison grounds of Zero Light takes a good bit of ruthlessness, but Asher’s grim side seems to have twisted itself into an untimely cruel jokester. People would probably question his intelligence or reasoning more if his erroneous methods didn’t actually produce desired results.

Of course, those methods aren’t always legal, and the drugs are only the beginning — or so it goes. And, despite his shady dealings and almost blatantly sketchy behavior, Asher has yet to be suspended or have his Racing License revoked. It’s questionable as to how this could be, but asking too many questions might not be the best tact or strategy. Accepting the matter or turning a blind eye, like the usual behavior upheld in Zero Light, is the general direction people take to the situation.

It’s clearly not an easy set-up Asher has going for him, and although, it reaps Asher some fun and thrilling perks, he can’t say he wouldn’t make a run for it given the Green Light. However, conducting himself through the spiderweb-sewer pipes of the District often times makes him forget to keep himself focused on the Finish Line. So, it is presumed that if Zero Light is turning a blind eye towards Asher’s behavior, it’s merely because he might as well be his own demise.

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❝_{ONE-LINER QUOTE}❞

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Quinn Tollemache

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Quickshift

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Female

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Purple Punk, the basic term that would sum up Quinn overall appearance in a grand total of two words, but as with all loose statements there is more to this woman than a generic colour and historic era fashion style. Quinn's choice in attire branches back to her younger years where she grew up in a male orientated environment—surrounded by fuel, engines, and testosterone; a lively lifestyle introduced to the girl by her father. It's a fashion choice that she didn't really grow out of but instead used it as an extension to her personality.

So what actually constitutes as part of this rough, rugged and attention grabbing attire? Quite simply it starts off with a white singlet top, an open canvas for expression and emotion. By adding a charcoal spray painted skull on the front and tearing the bottom seams around the edge, this canvas begins to pave way for the emotive visuals that punk want to achieve. Dress the shoulders in colour: red and black combination, a leather and PVC rocker's vest—and you are one step closer to achieving those punk threads that Quinn is so keen on. Add in a similar style of miniskirt, a pair of leather gauntlets around the forearms, and boots to kick the boys in the 'you know where's'; really only leaves a assortment of chains and rings to trim off this wild and metal wardrobe.

But enough about clothing and moving on to the body. Five foot nine, slender and trim, Quinn has a genetic make up that played well into her figure. Her skin is fairly clean, pale, and cream in colour—yet she has covered herself in an array of tattoos of her personal liking. Her face is both soft and defined with a touch of roughness from the trimmed eyebrows, pierced nose and toxic purple faux hawk. This faux hawk is a wild and unique mess with dark ear tails that extend down to her chest and an undercut trim to give it that intense layered look.

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Quinn is pilot who is known as a bit of rebel, a rough and tough girl, and someone that tends to favour the shadier, grim side of the track. She has been involved in the hover racing scene since her mid teens but only recently came back into the big leagues after completing a 3 year suspension from competitive racing—a heavy punishment that came about from a series of illegal bets against herself in some of her own races.

This messed up lifestyle has produced a woman who can be quite abrasive and snarly, a side of her that she doesn't mean to express. She would prefer to be a lot more accommodating of others but the world around her does as much as it can to prevent that generous side from seeing the light of day. Eventually she hopes to leave the Zero Light District and make a life for herself in the free world, but as time goes on she is slowly discovering that the prison she was born in might be the same prison that eventually condemns her to death.

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Back Alley Connections: Quinn has managed to generate a rather sweet list of contact details, names of people who she can call upon for favours, rare products and once in a lifetime deals. Sometimes the prices are low, sometimes the stakes are high, but these black market deals can help provide a superior edge against the competition.

Swift, Like the Wind: Moving at high speeds and making split second decisions can end catastrophically if you happen to make the incorrect choice. Fortunately for Quinn her agility and reaction time is higher than your typical person; it's a skill that shows itself both on and off the track.

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Quinn was born and raised in the Zero Light District, an undesirable sector of the large metropolis where your lower class individuals spent their days fighting for the right to survive. If it wasn't the criminals and thugs that gave you a hard time, it was the crooked cops who would evict squalors out of private, uninhabited residence unless they received a decent pay-off. Fortunately for Quinn she never had those problems and was lucky enough that her father made just enough income to cover the basic rent of a run-down, single bedroom apartment. It wasn't the life, but it was a life.

Occasionally Quinn would spend the time with her fatherly figure in his place of work, a mechanic shop, helping him out so that he didn't fall behind schedule with his allocated projects. It was one bright day that she was shown the shell of a hover racer, a model by the name of the Tarkus. With a bit of work Quinn and her father were able to get the vehicle up and running, allowing her to taste that rush of speed for the first time.

Fast forward a few years and the woman had managed to qualify for one of the major events, proving her worth both on the track and off the track in the pits. This would be one of the last few times she would race as an enquiry was placed on her following suspicion of the parts that she used and the finances that she held in purchasing such upgrades. With little difficulty the racing board found her guilty of match fixing and disqualified her from racing for 1,000 days. As harsh as it was the time spent away from the track was a gentle blessing in disguise as Quinn was able to work on various sponsorship deals for her return, granting her the paperwork proof that she was able to afford the upgrades to her racer. Whether or not these upgrades are deemed legal is another question that has since been left unanswered.

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_{[ Tarkus HR ]}

This uniquely designed hover racer is a powerful representation on both speed and agility, a feat that has been specially achieved by the engineers of the Tarkus Union. The twin wing design was chosen above many other concepts for the sole reason that its aerodynamic advantage allowed designers and machinist to focus on more important features of the vehicle, such as the anti-gravitational generator and combat systems.

Speed: The Tarkus HR uses a special blend of fuel which aims in providing a vehicle immense speed and acceleration, dominating many of the lower class racers and providing pressure on the elite ranks. It has been noted that the heat exhaust from the engine can leave a light trail behind the hovercraft, providing a visual spectacle for fans to admire.

Handling: At speeds of several hundred kilometres per hour and with only seconds to make a decision, the Tarkus HR needs to ensure that it can handle the mist intense corners that a racetrack can provide. With a specially equipped airbrake system the ship is able to weave and manoeuvre at a moments notice, even weaving through the pack as if they were standing still.

Firepower: With two pairs of twin energy blasters and a fire rate of 120 rounds per minute, this vehicle is one that you do not want to be ahead of on the track as it will turn any leading racer into Swiss cheese. The downfall of this weapon is that it is only able to fire in small bursts, making it a choice only when aiming is precise and accurate.

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