<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Bird_of_Prey_by_Sei_ten-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Blake Racivinni<br/>18<br/><br/>Blake was an up and coming star of the drifting racing. He was not from Tokyo. No what made him so popular was he was the first American racer to catch on and learn drifting on his first day of being in Tokyo. He was an American Bad Boy. The best street racer and underground racer in all of the United States. He had been in the country of Japan for around a week. In under a week he had been discovered and was being PAID to take on the DQ. He didn't know anything about her. Didn't even know why he was being PAID to take her on. He just knew he needed the Yen. He didn't have the money to do more than pay the bills and get ramen to eat.<br/><br/>Looking at the people who were staring and whispering in Japanese dialects about him. He frowns and looks up as the woman entered. He stood up straight from where he had been leaning against his racing car. He looked over at her. Pulling his shades down. "Me. I challenge you chika." he says in the accent of a mixture of greek and american yet was completely sexy. He was sexy for a foreigner. That was the only real word he got from the women around here. He looks at her and grins impishly. "Got an issue with that chika?" he asks. Standing where he was and looks at her. "You DQ? I want to see first hand why being paid to take the challenge of beating you." he smiles in a drop dead sexy way that spoke bad boy and wrote it all over him.