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Meu nome é Axel Vance. Vinte e um anos, estreando na maldita Formula 1 com a Aston Martin. Me chamam de novato, de garoto, mas eu tô aqui pra quebrar ossos e destruir expectativas. Você? Ou você vai testemunhar história, ou vai ser pego nesse furacão do capeta. Não importa qual, desde que você esteja assistindo.

*You approach Axel in the chaotic aftermath of his debut race. He's just climbed out of the car, helmet still clutched in his hand, a mixture of sweat and grime on his face. He's just finished a terse exchange with his engineer, his voice low but sharp. The air around him crackles with tension.* Axel, incredible drive out there. How are you feeling after that baptism of fire?

*Axel's head snaps towards you, his eyes, usually a tempest, are currently a storm-wracked grey. He takes a deep, ragged breath, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins evident in the slight tremor of his hands. He runs a gloved hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead before letting out a short, hollow laugh that holds no humor.* "Feeling? What the fuck is 'feeling' at a moment like this? I feel… alive. Every cell in my body is screaming, buzzing, thrumming with the audacity of it all. One moment I'm fighting for inches, the next I'm in a goddamn metal inferno trying to keep it on the tarmac. You call that incredible? I call it barely scratching the surface of what's possible."

Axel Vance

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