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Topic
Street Racer Gang Romancer

Characters
Dagger-Esme Atherton/Female
Wanderers-Carlos Russo/Male

Plot
It's amazing, you see, the adrenaline that comes while sitting at that starting line. The engine raring to go under one's foot. Knowing that you are breaking the law, racing not only against a opponent. But racing to keep away from any law enforcement that may follow. It's exhilarating, it's adrenaline racing, it's incredible. It's street racing.

Esme Atherton is the daughter of the leader of one of the biggest gang's in the big city of Chicago, Illinois; The Crimson Riders. But the Riders have rivals, a gang called Maestro Del Diavolo, which translates to Master of the Devil. The Riders and the Maestro's have been rivals since they first became gangs. But now Esme has entered one of her first big, big street race.

As she sits on the starting line, her competitor eyes her down. At first it seems to be a lighter built male. But before the thoughts could cross her mind, the flags are down. The sound of the engine's roar louder and the cars are off, leaving the squealing of tires behind them. The race is exhilarating, and the end soon draws near. With the winner clear, until Esme manages to pull off a family trick, winning her the race.

The two cars come to a halt, and both drivers step out. Esme finds herself face to face with the heir of the Maestro's. While the same thoughts cross the other's mind.

This outta be good....

Personal Information
Full Name
Esme Astra Atherton
Meaning of Name
Esme means to esteem
Astra means star
Atherton means from the town by a spring
Nickname/Aliases
E
Star(Anagram of her middle name)
Atherton
E.A.A
Place of Birth
Edinburgh, Scotland
Birthday
March 10th
Age
22
Zodiac Sign
Pisces
Gender
Female
Race
50% Scottish
50% British
Religion
Atheist
Species
Human
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual

Appearance
Height
5'8
Weight
135 lbs
Typical Clothing
Esme usually dresses like a biker. With black jeans, and black t-shirts. Her shirts aren't always black, but all have a dark tone to them. Like gray, and an occasional white. While during the fall and winter she wears a black leather jacket, but in the summer and spring she goes without the jacket. However she wears black tennis shoes. It is hard to find her in any kinds of clothes that are bright colors. It is impossible to find her in dresses or skirts.
Skin Color
Tan
Body Type
Slender and sleek
Shape of Face
Starts round, before curving down into a sharp jawline
Hair Color
Originally strawberry blonde, however she dyes a strand of it. Right now the strand is a royal blue
Hair Style
Long and wavy, which she keeps in braids, ponytails, or a mix of braids and ponytails.
Eye Color
Sea green
Scars/Deformities
Esme has one very clear scar on her stomach from one of her first races. Esme's opponent cut in front of her and her car flipped and she got in a crash. The seatbelt cutting into her skin. That's why she stopped wearing seatbelts.
Tattoo's
Esme has one tattoo on her inner right wrist. It is a black dyed crown with a sword intertwined with it.
Left/Right/Ambidextrous
Right

Personality(Out of ten)
Strength(7/10)
Esme works out every Monday, and she trains with her father and the rest of the gang
Stamina(5/10)
Esme doesn't really run that much
Speed(7/10)
Esme use to run track
Social Skills(10/10)
Esme talks to the gang a lot, but she knows when to be quiet
Cooking(0/10)
She burnt metal once, Esme was banned from cooking
Humor(8/10)
Esme loves to tell jokes and tease her clanmates
Creativity(7/10)
Esme loves to create things
Confidence(4/10)
Esme struggles with her confidence
Patience(6/10)
Esme isn't the most patient, but she works on it
Quirks/Habits
-Adrenaline junkie
-Quick to recognize others accomplishments
-Seeks stability
-Suspicious or distrustful of others
-Doesn't like putting her back to people unless she trusts them
-Bites lip when thinking or trying to remember something
-Licks lips frequently
-Taps fingernails on surfaces(Doesn't do it to much)
-Bouncing one’s leg when sitting
-Determined, purposeful walk
-Chooses words very carefully; speaks in an exacting way
-Describes things very precisely
-Speaks with an accent(British and Scottish)
-Unreadable facial expressions
Likes
-The color blue
-Training with her clanmates
-Hanging out with her father and the gang
-Exploring
-Nature
-Racing
Dislikes
-The color yellow
-Being judged as a women
-When any of her clanmates get hurt
-Being unable to help
-She dislikes when she is unable to do anything
-When she isn't allowed to race
Mental Problems
-ADHD(3/10)
-Anxiety(2/10)(Takes a lot to trigger)
-Insomnia(9/10)

Relationships
Mother
Charlotte Atherton(Nee Chambers)
Relationship With Mother
Mother is dead
Father
Callum Atherton(Cal)
Relationship With Father
Above average(Best friends)
Age
46
Sisters
N/A
Brothers
N/A
Other Relationships
Lucas Black
Relationships With Others
Lucas-Above average(Best friends)
Ages
Twenty six

Favorites/Least Favorites
Fav Color
Blue
Least Fav Color
Yellow and lime green
Fav Food
Steak
Least Fav Food
Vegtables
Fav Activity
Street racing
Least Fav Activity
Listening to gang statistics

Miscellaneous
Talents/Special Skills
-Racing
-Excellent marksmen

-Hacker
-Mechanic
Weapons
-Hand gun
Languages
-English(Native)
-Spanish
-Russian(Not much)
-Romanian
Accent
-British
-Scottish
Hobbies
-Racing
-Exploring
-Training
Quote/Mantra
"Ride or die" Fast and Furious

Pets
Name
Eira
Gender
Female
Appearance
A large silver wolfdog, with one black paw and two blue-silver eyes. Half Alaskan wolf, half German Shepard

~Wanderer’s Character~

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Full Name: Matteo Di Blanc Russo

Nicknames: Russi, Mat, Rus, he hates Matty

Birth Place: Somewhere in Italy

Birth Date: Nobody knows for sure but in the month of July

Age: 24

Zodiac Sign: Most likely Cancer

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian but not a die hard

Appearance:

Many feel short when standing next to Carlos as he towers at 6 foot 3. His charcoal black hair comes from all sides of his family. Though who knows where his ocean blue eyes appeared at. Standing in at 220 lbs. of muscle he makes his athletic build stand out. As for the style of his hair he keeps it shaved on the sides and pretty much a mess on the top. It is longer but it just barely touches his ears sometimes. Which his left ear is pierced by a tiny round diamond. Stupid decisions were made once upon a time. That also includes the snake wrapping around a sword tattoo on his bicep. Plus the Lion on his calf and the angel wings with a cross over his back. The top two are often visible as short sleeves are a normal for him. Only on occasions will be wear a hoodie. As weird as it is he is branded over the heart with a gang symbol. there is also a small scar behind his ear from a mishap during training. Of course he wears the normal black jeans and black sneakers and occasionally white sneakers.

Personality:

Ok, yes jackass is a really good way to put it. Though that’s just him on the outside. Inside he can be really fun and outgoing. Away from all the duties of the gang he loves to let loose. Rocking out and screaming his favorite songs is probably his favorite way. Listening is a strong suit of his wether her likes it or not and somehow some wisdom always comes spitting out like a volcano when someone vents to him. Always ticks him off though. Hardheaded and Ruthless are also ways that best describe Matt. At times he can be diplomatic and pissed off and stabbing someone the next. Nonlethal areas of course. Pushing him over is very easy and he is used to getting his way. Be very careful which snake you play with around him.

Family:

His mother died while trying to birth his younger brother who also didn’t survive. As wild as Matt can be his father adores him. His name is Angelo Di Blanc Russo, his mother was Reighna Rose Russo, then the brother was to be Benny Blanc Russo

Likes:

Street Racing

Cooking

Fighting

Shooting

Working out

his dogs

family is #1

music

Dislikes:

Listening

Being bossed around

lectures

Meetings

Hobbies:

street racing

fixing up cars or improving them

Bladesmith

baking believe it or not

Pets: Rosco And Cal

-All About Rosco-

Male

3 years old

Rottweiler

fixed

balck and brown

and not just large in side but also a huge attitude

-All About Cal-

male

5 years old

Doberman

fixed

black and brown

lighter more active dog

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"Esme?"

The strawberry blonde hair does not appear from where it was buried in the engine, her hands working. "Esme!" There was a sigh,"What do you want, Lucas? Can't you see that I'm busy. This Challenger isn't going to fix itself." The man runs a skeptical eye over the Dodge Challenger 1320. "Looks to be pretty fine." Finally Esme appears, her face and hands grimy and dirty with a wrench and another tool in her hand. "That's because the issue is on the inside." Lucas cocks a eyebrow,"Hmm. Sure. Well your father is looking for you." Esme blows a stray strand out of her face,"Of course he is."

Esme puts the tools down before she closes the hood,"Alright. I'll go see what he needs." Esme actually had a pretty good relationship with her father, Callum Atherton, except when it came to politics and meetings. That was not something Esme liked, she preferred the street racing and training. But she would take over the gang one day, so for now she chose to listen. Thankfully her father hadn't tried to marry her off yet. Ga, if he did, he would have no heir.

"Father." Cal's blonde head comes up, steel gray eyes lighting up as he spots his daughter,"Esme!" Esme inclines her head ever so slightly,"Lucas says you need me?" Cal gestures for Esme to come closer, and she does until she could see what her father was looking at. A map of the town, well more like ten miles out of town. "What is it?" Cal gestures towards one of the marked places, by the docks. "A shipment came in today, but it needs a escort back to base. You, Lucas, and three more will escort the convoy back here."

Cal traces the route all the way back to the base,"You know the drill. Protocol, or you don't get in." Esme nods, she didn't have any races scheduled tonight so escorting the convoy would be no problem. But she would probably go find a race as soon as the convoy was safe. "When does the convoy arrive?" Cal glances at the clock,"In two hours. You need to be there before the ship docks, and make sure there is no attack."

Esme nods,"Come on Lucas. Let's fetch Rose, Olsen, and Kearen." Lucas nods, and Esme bids her father farewell as she heads out. With the Challenger in the shop, Esme paused to snag the keys to her black 2019 Corvette ZR1. Pretty much all of her vehicles were black, she liked the color. Lucas to snagged his own set of keys, and they continue on. Finding the three they were looking for in the training room. "Hey!" Three heads turn towards Esme, as she continues.

"We've got a mission!"

A loud thump sounded along with a few cuss words. As Matt rolled out from under his car he chucked the tool he was holding at the person in the doorway. It hit the door and bounced back onto the concrete with a rattle. *You need to stop appearing like that Andy.* Both of Matteo’s hands were covered in black soot. If he had been wearing anything white he would probably look like a mess. Before he stood up he rubbed his hand across his forehead which replaced the sweat with a black line. Walking over to his tool bench he tried to clean his hands off with a towel but when he found that it didn’t help he just threw the towel onto the table. *Boss says that one of our suppliers has double crossed us and we need to teach them a lesson. Says that their other customer has a shipment coming in tonight. We are told that we need to intercept it. You have time to take a shower and put on some proper clothes.* Andy had always been a pain in the butt to work with. Often enough he would say things about his father behind his back. Though if Matteo tried to tell his father it never ended well. Once Matteo leads Andy will be the first to go.

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After taking a short hot shower and getting dressed Matteo was finally ready to go. He now wore a black pair of jeans that we’re slightly loose, a short sleeve black button down, these weird shoes that looked sort of like dress shoes but were easy to move around in, and a suit jacket. Before leaving his room he grabbed 5 different knives each stashed in different places. A pistol was placed in his waistband behind his back and pair of brass knuckles were stashed in his pants pocket. I mean who doesn’t love a good pair of brass knuckles? Putting on a pair of shades he walked out the door. Sure the shipment was to be delivered in 15 minutes and by the road map it takes 25 but that’s when you go the speed limit. Once at the garage 4 others including Andy had found their way inside. They would all be driving in a desperate car. After picking his Corvette out of the 5 cars he stopped short of its door. *Well what are we waiting for Andy? Go get one of the vans.* Just then another guy jogged in slightly out of breath. *I made it! Matty wait for me.* Matteo stopped short as he had started to climb into the car. *Shut your damn mouth Cody and get in the car.* Weird relationship much?

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Cody and Matteo has grown up together and remained best friends. When they were younger Matty had become a nickname that Cody used. As they got older though Matteo hated it more and more. Though like a true best friends Cody still teases him with it. Once both in the car Matteo immediately put the car in reverse. The top of the car just barely missed the garage door which was still opening. Going down the road both men silently jammed out to the music which was yet again blasted. After blowing through a red light Matteo saw the flash of a police car behind him. *Shit...* Dodging through streets eventually ended their pursuit.

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Once at the docks Matteo got a full view of whom exactly they were dealing with. Their number one rivals were using their transporters. Tonight it would end for good. After finding a decent parking spot nearby Matteo and Cody silently made their way towards the docks. The suit jacket Matteo has been wearing was left behind in the car. On his bicep the lower half of the sword and the snakes head were visible. Though his shirt covered the rest. Once the others showed up they found a stakeout place and waited for the shipment to arrive. Evidently they were to not engage with the other gang just deal with the men transporting the box. Which to Matteo was just plain boring. He would honestly love to shoot some of those snakes into the ground. Maybe further down the road he would have his chance.

"Father says that there were sirens in the area. No races on yet, so it could mean trouble. Keep an eye out for the Maestro's."

Esme speaks into the radio, as the five cars pull into the docks. Each person was armed with a gun and more ammo. But Esme also kept a switch blade on her for many different reasons. It was helpful in the shop sometimes. As the five get out, cars parked in a semi circle. Rose calls out,"What do we do if the Maestro's get to close?" Esme leans against her Corvette,"I'll call Dad, he's got some men standing by to come and help us." Rose grins slightly,"Men? Don't you know?" Esme chuckles and continues.

"Never send a man to do a women's job." The two laugh, leaving the three men confused. Twenty minutes ticked down to fifteen. Ships were appearing on the horizon. "Alright. I'll be in the front. Lucas you stay in the back. Olsen, Kearen, and Rose you three have the sides of the convoy. Don't let anyone get to close. The trip is about twenty to thirty minutes. We'll set the pace quick towards home. Only radio in if its an emergency." There were nods, and now it was about ten minutes. Ten minutes ticked down to five and the boats docked.

Five minutes ticked down to zero.

The convoy consisted of one large semi truck, the trailer was stocked with supplies for the Riders. The driver waves at Esme to signal he was ready, and Esme's voice rings out clear across the dock. "Alright. Let's ride." There were nods, and one by one the Riders slip into their cars. They would take the same route home, it was quick and easy. Police hardly patrolled around there, not wanting to mess with the Riders. So the roads were clear. One by one, each car roared to life. Esme's Corvette inching forward to the lead.

As they exit the docks, the five fall into position around the one vehicle convoy. Esme in front, Lucas in back, with Olsen, Kearen, and Rose around the sides. Five sets of eyes scanning the surroundings as six pairs of headlights light the way. Speeding up until they were going about seventy five miles an hour. If the Maestro's did show up to cause trouble, Esme wanted to be closer to headquarters to call for back up. Then a voice comes through.

"Esme, I think I saw something in the shadows. I think the Maestro's are here." Esme snags her radio,"Then get ready, guns loaded? And speed up." The convoy speeds up, getting closer to eighty five. Esme drops her radio in the cup holder as she snags her gun, eyes raking it before returning to the road. Her gaze scanning the area. What did the Maestro's want with this convoy? Surely they weren't trying to steal all of it, that would start an unneeded war.

Who knew chasing down the driver of a fright liner could be so exhilarating. So what if they were told not to engage. That driver was going to be his no matter the cost. Ahead the convoy was pushing 80 yet that truck wouldn’t be able to go much faster. Of course the cars could probably hit 100 without a doubt. There was a tight gap between the side car and the edge of the road but the only way that truck was stopping was if someone made it. Plus heading into his arch nemesis’s base would not be ideal. Pistol in hand Cody, who looked about ready to piss himself, gave the signal. Petal to the metal and lights now blindingly bright Matteo came up on the convoy. A single shot fired and his back right window shattered. Another rang out beside him from Cody who hit the rim of the truck tire cusses *Shit...* More cuss words flew out of his mouth as now his window was shattered and bullets would be flying any minute now. Their aim was the blow the tire but the first shot failed. Cody’s next shot hit its target. The car shifted under them as they hit 90 and blew past the convoy. Honestly he wasn’t paying attention to anything anymore. All he could hear was the sound of his car. Drowning things out was a talent of his.

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About a mile ahead was where the car stopped. It actually hadn’t been planned as something in the car had given up. After hitting the steering wheel Matteo had a silent panic attack. No doubt he would have all guns on him when they stopped. Their other vehicle was still silently following the convoy from behind. Guess they would have to go at this from a different angle. Honestly they had no idea how many of them there were but probably no more than 6. Which meant it could be a fair fight. Rolling up his sleeves Matteo opened the car door and watched the headlights of the convoy as they approached. His shades had been thrown across the road in rage. There had been a reason why he was working on the car. He should have known not to take it. Though he only had 1 other black car and that was out of the question. All they could do now was wait.

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(Don’t want to force your hand so ima leave it as is)

Behind her, Esme heard a gunshot and she mutters a cuss under her breath. That better had been a shot from one of hers, towards a tire. She glances behind her, the convoy was falling behind. The truck could only go so fast, cussing again under her breath. Esme hits the breaks, and doing a strange drift spin before hitting reverse and going backwards spotting a Corvette. Esme cusses under her breath, once again. The Corvette blows past her.

With a quick spin of the wheels and tap of the breaks, Esme spins around again. Finding the Corvette stopped. Esme flashes the signal to stop and the convoy begans to slow down until they came to a halt. Esme sits there, car in park, finally she shuts the car off and gets out. Tucking the gun in her holster. She straightens up and closes the door. One by one, her friends join her. Rose and Olsen staying by the convoy. But Kearen and Lucas come to a halt beside Esme.

Her sharp sea green eyes scan the one that had gotten out. Before speaking. Her voice carrying. "You must of stopped us for something. It better be important." Her voice was cool and guarded. While Lucas and Kearen exchange a glance. When did things with the Maestro's ever go good?

(Sorry its short, didn't know how to lengthen it! Also all of this month. I won't be able to reply on weekdays. Except maybe early Monday and lateish Friday. But I can reply on weekends)

Across the hood of the car Cody has squated down. A sniper from the trunk of the Corvette now say at his eye. Matteo tucked away his gun in his waist band a sly smile across his lips. Behind the convoy he heard the faint shutting of doors as he other men each picked a guard. Guns pointed at each of them gave them the warning that they knew hey had more firepower. “Anybody moves and my sniper will put the first through the snarky ones head.” Moving forward he brought his fist up to his face. The glimmer of the brass knuckles against the head lights gave him a high. All of his tatto was visible and the brand near his collar bone was open enough to let them know it was infact the Maestro gang. Although he was arrogant he remained cautious with an eye on the girl who had spoken. “Jeez I told you guys that you can never trust a girl to do a mans job. They never learn. Now now we don’t want that much trouble. Just want to teach that sleeve bag of a driver and his boss a lesson. Never cross the Maestros. We always bite back and so much harder.” The joy in his voice was very much heard. “We don’t want your lame cargo although I do like that car.” For a second he stopped in front of the girl who seemed to be the head and looked her up and down for a moment. Then as he went to walk by he grabbed her arm and spun her around so that her back was against his chest. Plucking the gun from its holster he threw it into the dark. After pushing her away most of her gang looked surprised. They also seemed extremely pissed.

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With a wave of his hand the guard who had been on the right side of the convoy was taken farther away so that Matteo had room. When he opened the door the driver looked like he could pass out. Matteo grabbed the man by the collar and pretty much threw him into the ground. Jumping down he pointed his own pistol at the guys head. “Do you know whom exactly I am?!” Muttering was all that came out of the driver. “....Mr. Russo...” That was pretty much the only thing he managed. A blow to the face left his lip busted open. “Tell your damned boss that you no longer have my gangs business and we will make sure that all of our allies drop you aswell. He made a mistake in choosing these snakes.” Five more blows knocked the guy out cold. Matteo glances at his brass knuckles which were now dulled with blood. Before leaving the scene he placed the brass knuckles on the dashboard of the fright liner.

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A piercing whistle told Cody to come in. The sniper strapped over his back and a pistol now pointed at the girl as he made his way over. One last thing was to be done before he left. He stripped his shirt off and approached the girl again. “You by chance drive this glorious creation?” His hand rode the top of her car as he peered in through the windows. “I’ll need those keys from you please and thank you.” Instead of waiting before she gave them up he found them in her pocket. Another whistle and his men retreated back to their car. As Cody and Matteo entered their new ride he threw his shirt out the window. “Tell Mr big boss man that the Maestros said hi!” With that he turned the car on and sighed to the sound of it coming alive. Then they were gone. All that was visible was their tail lights as they left. Didn’t harm a single snake and they got their mission done. Hopefully his father wouldn’t be too upset with the way he planned it out.