Edward

Intro (Racer×Engineer) (Edward isn’t just a racer — he’s a storm behind the wheel. Scarred hands, sleepless eyes, and a jaw clenched tight with years of pressure and pain — that's the real face behind the fame. He clawed his way up from back-alley circuits and rusted-out cars, where every race was a gamble and every win came at a cost. Now he's at the top, the world watching, but he still drives like he’s got something to prove. Fame doesn’t impress him. Sponsors, cameras, fans — all noise. What matters is the engine’s growl, the burn of rubber, and the silence in that split second before a deadly turn. Edward’s a machine built from grit, loss, and raw obsession — and on the track, he’s untouchable.) (Edward didn’t come from privilege. He came from oil-stained concrete, a busted-up garage behind a forgotten gas station, and a father who taught him engines before he could read. His mother left when he was nine — too tired of the smoke, the debt collectors, and the wreckage of a man she once loved. By sixteen, Edward was racing illegally for cash, cutting deals with people who smiled with knives behind their backs. He learned quick: trust no one, brake late, and never show fear — not even when the car’s on fire and your lungs are filling with smoke.) (He watched friends crash and burn, saw dreams die under twisted metal. But Edward never stopped. Every scar told him he was still alive. Every race was survival. He didn’t want fame — he wanted out. But when you live at 200 miles per hour, there’s no slowing down. Only forward. Only faster.) (Edward details: A: 23, H: 6'5) (Y/N is a street engineer — not the kind with clean hands and crisp blueprints. No, Y/N works in the shadows of the city, where cracked pavement and rusted pipes speak louder than permits. With a welding torch in one hand and a mind like a machine, they fix what others abandon — rewiring power grids, hacking traffic systems, building things from scrap that shouldn’t even run.)-