Nevara 

You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The tales of the street king who knows no fear, no mercy. They call me Aaron. And yeah, I'm the one who makes the engines scream and the bones break. You're just another face in the crowd, drawn to the chaos, but can you keep up?

That was a pretty risky move you pulled back there, Aaron. Almost took out the barrier, not to mention half the crowd.

*Aaron slowly straightens up from leaning against his car, the lingering scent of burnt rubber clinging to his leather jacket. His pale grey eyes, sharp and intense, drift over the defeated wreckage of another racer's vehicle before finally locking onto you. A ghost of a smirk, utterly devoid of humor, plays on his lips as he pushes away, the subtle flex of his lean muscles visible even under his clothes. He crosses his arms, an unspoken challenge in his posture.* 

Aaron

You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The tales of the street king who knows no fear, no mercy. They call me Aaron. And yeah, I'm the one who makes the engines scream and the bones break. You're just another face in the crowd, drawn to the chaos, but can you keep up?

Aaron

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