en someone causes damage to his vehicles. He becomes extremely hostile and hard to control. It is advised to stay away from him when he is in rage mode. [/Spoiler]

Personality

Nick is usually a normal guy with a smart-ass attitude and good sense, until he is challenged to a race or someone says something about his cars. Then, he is a whole other person. He becomes a hotshot with a need to win and if he is behind the steering wheel to a car, he will satisfy that need. Nick sometimes may become hostile if someone talks bad about his cars, underestimate him or try to harm his cars. In other words, don't mess with his cars.

Appearance

He is 22 years old. He is 6" and weighs 205 pounds. He has short, dark brown hair that he keeps perfectly styled. His eyes are a light blue that seem to turn gray when he is angry. His arms with large, with a circumference of about 18 inches. He always keeps his body in shape and at it's best. He has 2 tattoos. One is on his right shoulder with the words "Paul Walker 1973-2013". The other tattoo is of the Glock logo, and it is located on his back, directly between his shoulder blades. He usually wears Nike or Polo clothing. He likes to dress nice.



Home: Lives in a mansion in the North Carolina mountains
Job: Does not work

arolina. His birth name was Nicholas Gregory but he changed it to Nick Speed when he was 19. He grew up watching and loving racing movies. His favorite was "The Fast and The Furious" series. He would watch the movies over and over, in hopes that one day he could compare to his favorite character, Brian O'Conner, played by the actor Paul Walker. Growing up, people always told him his dream would never come true. They said he could never be a professional racer, and definitely not one like the ones he saw in the movies. He told them all they were wrong. When he was 18, he proved he could do it. He had been at a store, buying a soda, when he saw the lottery tickets and decided to buy one. That night, he won $6 million dollars. The next day he bought a mansion for $1 million, invested $2 million in the stock market and banks so he could get interest, and then planned to use the other $3 million on cars. The first car he bought was a blue 2002 Nissan R34 Skyline for $35,000. The next car he bought was an orange 2014 Lamborghini Aventador for $440,000, followed by a yellow 2014 Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Black Series for $275,000. After that, he bought a matte light blue 2014 Aston Martin Vanquish for $280,000. After he bought those cars, he realized he was running low on cash. So he bought $500,000 worth of lottery tickets and won $30 million. With that, he felt he could fully settle his obsession with cars. He purchased a matte red 2014 Audi R8 for $125,000, a black and red 2014 Dodge SRT Viper for $120,000, a red 2003 Ferrari Enzo for $660,000, an ice white 2014 Ferrari 458 Italia for $250,000, a yellow 2014 Ferrari F12 Berlinetta for $320,000, a matte black 2014 Ford GT500 Shelby for $56,000, a neon green and black 2006 Ford GT for $100,000, a black 2014 Hennessey Venom GT for $1 million, a white and red Koenigsegg Agera R for $1.7 million, a 2012 Lamborghini Sesto Elemento for $2.5 million, a red 2013 Lamborghini Veneno Roadster for $4.5 million, a black 2013 Maserari Gran Turismo Sport for $120,000, a blue 2014 Mclaren P1 for $1.15 million, an orange 2014 Mclaren MP4-12C for $240,000, a gray 1998 Mclaren F1, a blue Nissan R35 GTR for $100,000, a blacked out 2002 Toyota Supra for $50,000. In other words, he bought a lot of cars. After his car shopping spree, he joined some illegal street racing groups. But due to the fact of him owning some of the best cars in the world, he won all of them. He felt he needed more of a challenge. That's why he joined wRHG. [/Spoiler]




[Spoiler=Demo]---The sound of the movie credits began as the trail of words and names appeared on the screen. Nick gently pressed the button on the top of the remote, turning the television off. He clapped his hands twice, signaling for his "clap on, clap off" to turn off. The room went dark. He closed his eyes, attempting to fall asleep in the dark silence that was the room. Just as he was about to doze off into his slumber, a loud sound awoke him. It was a sound that was more familiar to him than his own name. There was no doubt in what he heard being what he thought it was. There was a race about to begin.
---Nick pulled himself up out of his recliner and stood. He clapped twice to turn the lights back on. He was attacked with a sudden brightness that blinded him for a moment. After he adjusted to the light, he moved to the mirror on the left wall of his living room. He studied himself in the mirror. He was wearing a gray Nike shirt that said "Just Do It" and a pair of khaki shorts along with blue Nike Elite socks and black Nike Free Run 5.0 shoes. He brushed his hair to the side with his hands, attempting to make himself look as good as anyone that just watched a four movie "The Fast and The Furious" marathon.
---He dashed to the door, opening it and exiting the house and closing the door in one quick motion. He could see the lights coming from the cars that illuminated the dark sky and made the concrete road shine like black diamonds. He opened his garage and quickly chose a car. His black and red 2014 Dodge SRT Viper. It had a menacing look to it as he approached it. This car was a personal favorite of Nick's due to it's extremely fast acceleration time of 0-60 in 2.8 seconds.
---While Nick wasn't one for showing much of his emotions on the outside, he always felt a feeling of thrill and adrenaline as he climbed into the driver's seat of any of his cars, as if he were a child strapping in to ride his favorite roller coaster. Nick would sometimes find himself taking time to simply admire his cars before taking them for a little drive or going to race them and try to get them to 200 miles per hour or more. From the time he was ten, his goal had always been to go passed 300 miles per hour in a car. He was still yet to do it.
---Nick strapped himself into the driver seat of this speed demon and quickly drove out of his car into the dark night where he felt the road begged for him to burn rubber on it. Exiting his personal road that lead from his house to the road, he turned onto Winder Street, a two mile long, completely straight road. It was ideal for drag racing, and that was his specialty.
---He was instantly followed by two other cars, a purple 2014 Ferrari 458 Italia and a blue 2014 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. Nick drove to the end of the road and stopped his car. The others did the same, parking directly behind Nick. Nick stepped out of the car, his shoes crunching on the gravel that was the new road Winder Street encountered at it's end. From the other two cars stepped out two other men.
---The door to the Ferrari opened and out stepped a slim, African-American man wearing a white collared shirt and khaki dress pants with Sperry's. His name was Pierce. He was a 25 year old man that stood at 5'10 and didn't look very muscular. But he made up for his lack of strength with the strength that his cars held within them.
---From the Corvette came a young white male. He wore a shirt that read "Chevrolet" across the front in large gold letters, a pair of faded blue jeans and his shoes were blue, green and black New Balance 610v3. He had a baseball cap on with the logo of the Atlanta Braves on the front of it. His name was Andrew. He was 18 and still looked young. He stood at 6'1 and weighed 190 pounds. He was decently strong, but not enough for it to really show. He only drove American cars because he believed in American muscle and not needing any foreign cars.
---Nick shook both of their hands, Pierce giving a firm grip, while Andrew seemed to be shaking uncontrollably. Nick noticed he was sweating too, as if it were over 100 degrees outside. It was only 70 degrees at that moment. He repeatedly wiped his shirt on his face to remove the sweat.
---"Is everything okay?" Nick asked Andrew, who didn't look up from the ground as Nick spoke.
---"Ye-yeah," Andrew stuttered and his voice cracked, "I just don't have a good feeling about tonight."
---"It's okay, man. We're all gonna be alright" Pierce told Andrew and have him a pat on the back which caused Andrew to slip and lose his balance. He stood for a moment, trying to recover his footing.
---Suddenly two pairs of lights could be seen from the other side of Winder Street. The cars seemed to be small, most likely sedans or coupes of some sort. They drove beside each other and approached Nick and his friend's at great speeds exceeding 100 miles per hour. When they were within 100 yards, they both slowed and came to a stop, 50 feet away from Nick's car.
---Nick, Pierce and Andrew watched as the cars sat there, lights positioned on the trip and their cars. One of them rolled down their driver window. Nick began to approach his car, now seeing that it was a black 2014 Ford Fusion.
---The next things that happened all did so in a matter of seconds. Out of the window came a handgun, a Glock G21 that fired .45 rounds. It was aimed directly at Nick. He had little time to react. Nick dove to his right side as the driver began to repeatedly shoot at where he had previously been. One round hit the left taillight of his Viper, exploding in a combination of glass and sparks that landed in the gravel.
---From the other car, a 2010 Honda Civic, a man stepped out holding an AK-47, it's barrel reflecting the night stars and giving it an odd, abnormal look. He held his finger on the trigger for about three seconds as he fired upon the area of bushes Nick had gone into. What he didn't know was that Nick has hidden himself behind a stone boulder on the other side of the bushes, to protect himself. As he leaned against the boulder that was cold as if it were a ice block, he wondered how he was going to survive this. He was unarmed, having left his Glock 31 in his Viper. At that moment, his only weapon would be his own body and the training he experienced of those five fighting styles.
---The man armed with the AK-47 turned his gun to the other two men. They both were hiding behind the Ferrari, trying to come up with an escape plan. The gunfire continued as he let loose the rest of his magazine, approximately 15 rounds, on the Ferrari. There was a scream when the shooting ended.
---One bullet had managed to strike Andrew on his left shoulder, 2 inches from his heart. He held his hand over the wound, blood pouring out like an uncontrollable flood. Pierce suddenly realized what had happened to Andrew.
---"You're gonna be okay," Pierce told him.
---"No I'm not. I'm bleeding," Andrew coughed as blood leaked from his mouth, "Help me..."
---Andrew slowly fell over on his side, all life in his body gone. What was left was a deceased man in a pool of blood. Pierce shook him, scared that he had just lost his friend. When he got no response, he knew it was true. His friend, a young 18 year old boy with a whole life ahead of him, had just passed away.
---Being filled with a new rage, Pierce stood up and charged at the gunner. He was thinking of nothing but killing this man. Tears ran down his face like a waterfall as he ran at the man. The man was changing the magazine in his gun, so that meant Pierce had a small window to inflict as much pain on the man as he could. Five feet from the man, he was gunned down. The driver of the Ford had shot two rounds into Pierce's head, causing him to collapse instantly on the dark pavement. His blood that leaked out of his blood shone on the ground like the stars in the sky. He lay motionless as his soul left his body.
---Nick knew the last shots had taken one of his friends. What he did not know, was that they had both died. Or at least, not yet he didn't. The man with the assault rifle began firing on Nick's position again. He waited until he thought he had shot 30 rounds and would need to switch magazines. When this happened, Nick took the opportunity at revenge.
---He jumped over the boulder and bolted toward the man. The man had just pulled out his old magazine and was about to put in a new one. Nick jumped toward the man and his fist crashed down on the man's face, knocking out one of his teeth and causing him to be unbalanced. Nick punched him in the gut, right his appendix would be, repeatedly. He knew that enough damage to the appendix could cause a major problem for his enemy. Nick brought his knee up and hit it on the man's face, instantly breaking his nose. The man stumbled and fell back. Nick leaped on him and punched his nose four more times, knowing that the more damage he could inflict, the better. The man tried to hit Nick, but he countered the punch and twisted the man's arm. The man was screaming out in pain. Nick knew he had incapacitated his opponent. Then he remembered the driver of the other car, who was now shooting at Nick. He picked up the other man and used him as a human shield. Four rounds went into his back and Nick was suddenly hold a dead man's body. Nick dropped the body and dove behind the Honda, where the AK-47 lay. He loaded the new magazine in it and stood to shoot the other man, only to see him attempting to drive away. Nick raced to his Viper as not to let this man get too much of a head start. As he ran to his car, he saw the busted taillight for the first time. He was extremely intolerable of anyone that caused the slightest damage to his car. That act gave him a new feeling. One deep down inside him that he usually controlled. Rage.
---Nick turned the car around sharply and raced down Winder Street, chasing the man in the Ford Fusion. The other car stood no chance against this Dodge Viper, that was now exceeding speeds of 150 miles per hour. Nick could see the other car's lights less than half of a mile away. With his right hand, he grabbed his Glock, and switched it to his left hand so it would be easier to shoot and drive. Nick wa

Very nice. I challenge you to a duel!

Scared of clowns? Thats very... Amusing :) I would challenge you to a fight with Abra, but he's retiring so you're lucky, very lucky.

Whaaaat? Abra's retiring? Why, lol It'd be hilarious to see these two fight.

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Scared of clowns? Thats very... Amusing :) I would challenge you to a fight with Abra, but he's retiring so you're lucky, very lucky.

He is? How soon? Because the battle I am in right now is ending Friday and you and I can battle after that, if you'd like. I would accept your battle if you challenged me.

fight me on my new WRHG*

Naah, sorry m8, I got veteran fish to fight, Shadowkirby and Nevron2000. Enjoy your battle with Majin and Majestic, maybe I'll battle you with my new guy.