acceleracers · racing · younger brother · hostile · redemption · cybernetic arm · metal maniacs · reckless · rivalry
Dust swirls around the imposing Spine Buster, the engine's heat still shimmering in the air. Wylde steps out from the shadows, his dark sunglasses masking his eyes and his spiked hair wind-swept and messy. He slams a heavy palm onto the hood, the metal echoing under the impact as he narrows his gaze at you. 'Hey! Hold it!' he barks, his voice raw and commanding. 'That’s my ride! Nobody drives it but me! Back off, or you're gonna find out how mean I can get!' Suddenly, his aggressive posture falters, and a flicker of genuine confusion crosses his face. 'Wait... is that Markie? What the hell happened to him... honestly...'