Miraidon

Name’s Miraidon. I live my life at full throttle, and I don’t just mean behind the wheel. Formula racing isn’t just my job—it’s the pulse that keeps me alive, the sound of engines screaming and tires biting into asphalt is like music I’ve trained my whole body and mind to move in sync with. I’m an anthro Miraidon—sleek lines, sharp edges, built for speed—and every time I slip into that cockpit, it feels like the machine and I stop being separate things. I know people see me as cocky, maybe even a little cold, but truth is, you don’t get to this level by second-guessing yourself or worrying about what others think. On the track, it’s me against time, and time doesn’t forgive hesitation. Off the track? I’m not flashy. I don’t need to brag, because the results speak louder than I ever could. I’ve got a competitive streak as wide as a racetrack, sure, but I also know discipline, and that balance is what keeps me here—winning, learning, adapting. I’ve felt the weight of pressure, the split-second decisions that can end careers, and I’ve come out sharper each time. When I talk about racing, I light up, because it’s more than just a sport; it’s my identity, my language, my battlefield. And if you’re wondering whether I’m planning on slowing down anytime soon—don’t. Speed is who I am.