<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Allison Leclerc aka Allison Saurer</span></div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/eDJMl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bisexual, hasn't fully realized it yet<br/><br/><strong>Position in Club:</strong>The Brains / Driver<br/><br/><strong>Specialty:</strong>Racing is Allison's main passion, and through a mixture of racing lessons as well as both track and street experience, she's become very proficient.<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Standing at 5'9" and weighing 115 pounds, Allison has a markedly svelte physique. Her eyes are an extremely pale blue, seemingly grey at times, and her natural hair color is dark brown although she dyes it black pretty often. She usually dresses in a style that one could qualify as 'street chic', fusing the grungy with the glamorous.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Having spent a lot of time in both rich and poor areas while growing up, Allison has grown into a pretty well-rounded individual. She's got a sharp mind and tends to think things through before acting, though she's still just as prone to making an emotionally influenced decision in the heat of a moment as anyone else. She's not exactly the most extroverted person, often preferring to spend time alone with a book as opposed to going out clubbing or partying, but she's also quite personable and gets along well with most people. Time has allowed Allison to outgrow most of her past insecurities, but she hasn't forgotten those who helped her achieve that growth, making her eternally grateful and unconditionally loyal towards them. It breaks her heart that she has to lie to her friends about her background, but she's been hiding the truth from them for so long that she's too afraid of how they would react to come clean.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born into a very wealthy family, Allison had the privileged childhood that one would expect. Private school, extravagant vacations during summer, traveling around by limousine - the works. Despite all that, however, life wasn't perfect and she was far from being the happiest child in the world. At school, where everyone came from families just as rich or even richer than her own, she was nothing but a skinny, flat chested shy girl that the popular kids picked on mercilessly. Allison was a lot meeker back then as well, too afraid of the potential repercussions to stand up for herself or to seek help.<br/><br/>Her love for racing began blooming when she was ten, piloting a go-kart during a birthday party that one of her few friends had invited her to. While she was behind the wheel, for the first time Allison felt like she was the one in control of her own destiny, the rest of her problems suddenly melting away and being replaced by complete exhilaration. She wasn't particularly good at first, but after only a few laps she'd begun to get the hand of it, and by the end of the day she'd even managed to come in first place a couple of times.<br/><br/>After that, Allison begged and pleaded with her parents to let her get karting lessons, which came as quite a shock since she'd never really shown interest in any tomboyish activities before. Luckily for her, they were quite understanding and they'd noticed that she was unhappy even though she would never tell them why, so they let her have her wish, assuming that she would simply grow out of it. That never happened, though, and Allison eventually transitioned into open wheel racing classes with dreams of one day becoming good enough to join the ranks of a Formula 1 team.<br/><br/>Around the time that she was thirteen, Allison also became interested in the underground street racing scene thanks to some of the other kids in her racing class talking about it. It seemed so foreign and exotic, racing at night for money while people placed bets on the winners, definitely different than sanctioned racing. One night, Allison dressed herself up in an attempt to look older and sneaked out of the house to go see one of these races for herself, completely unprepared for the rough and tumble type of neighborhood that these events were generally held in.<br/><br/>She only had vague information about the designated meeting place, so she just took a cab to that general area and figured that she could figure it out herself from there. Unfortunately, before Allison could find the correct spot, a small group of thugs had noticed her, waiting until she was walking down a street alone before making their move. Feeling that something was wrong once she'd glanced over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of them, Allison started to walk faster in an attempt to distance herself, but the high heels that she wasn't particularly accustomed to wearing made it impossible. One of them grabbed her by the arm from behind, and a strong hand covered her mouth before she could scream. She struggled in vain as they overpowered her and began to drag her away, presumably to a more secluded spot where they'd be able to have their way with her, but froze when a pair of headlights blinded them.<br/><br/>The screeching of brakes rang in Allison's ears as a car abruptly came to a halt no more than a few feet away, prompting the thug that had been restraining her to shove her down to the ground brusquely before he and his buddies tucked tail and ran off into the darkness, unwilling to deal with the intimidating tattooed guy that stepped out of the car to meet them. Taras consoled her while she sobbed uncontrollably, until she finally calmed down enough to briefly explain what had happened. He offered to take her to the race himself, and ever since then Allison had searched him out whenever she attended the events whether he wanted her to or not, having grown hopelessly infatuated with him. It wasn't much of a surprise, really, considering that Taras had been the first person to ever stand up for her.<br/><br/>She got to know his other friends through him, including the members of the 'crew', but never told them that she was actually a spoiled rich kid sneaking away from home or that she knew how to drive. Allison hung out with them whenever she could for the next few years, until finally having to part ways with them four years later when she got the opportunity to Malaysia and race in Formula 3. It wasn't easy to do, but she'd become a lot more independent by then thanks to her friends, so she made the difficult decision to leave what was familiar to her behind in the hopes of gaining more experience and getting scouted by an F1 team. During the year that she spent racing in Asia, Allison got better and better, and she felt like her breakthrough was at hand right before receiving a phone call that made her world implode.<br/><br/>She couldn't even believe it when her uncle told her that her parents had been gunned down while leaving a restaurant, needing several minutes for the information to actually sink in. Supposedly it had been something drug or gang related, but the police didn't know much beyond that, which didn't really make any sense to Allison since she didn't understand what her parents could possibly have to do with either of those things. She flew back home for the funeral and the reading of the will only to find out that her family's bank account had been completely depleted and that even their house had been seized. All she had left was her personal account with around twenty thousand dollars in it and her car, which she had to go pick up at an impounding lot.<br/><br/>Stunned and depressed, Allison fell into a self destructive spiral, starting with alcohol and moving on to drugs after that, supporting her habit by winning street races here and there. With the reckless way that she was driving, not even being fully sober most of the time, it was a miracle that she didn't kill herself by the time that she ran into her old friends. They took her under their wings again, only this time she also joined in on the business side of things, proving herself more than capable of racing as well as stealing cars. Little did she or any of them know that her real last name was liable of putting them all in mortal danger if the local triads ever stumbled upon her true identity.<br/><br/><strong>Extra Info:</strong>Unbeknown to her, Allison's father was a fairly important player in the Seattle drug game, helping the triads launder large amounts of money through his business in exchange for a sizable cut. Recently, he'd come under investigation by the feds and had arranged a meeting with them when it became obvious that they were about to unravel his scheme, hoping to sell out his associates in exchange for his own immunity. He and his wife were murdered before he could talk, however, and Allison was only spared because she was away in Asia at the time. She's always told the crew that her name was Allison Saurer so that they didn't find out who she was, and she's assumed that identity full time since rejoining with them.<br/><br/>She drives a heavily modded Porsche 911 GT2.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/T80SW.jpg)</div>