Allister Wildheart's Questionnaire

Where do i live? Simple Daytona beach down in Florida, born and raised and if I'm lucky ill be put to rest here too. I've always been tied deep into the biker community here in Daytona just due to my family i guess its hard for me to separate from something that's so ingrained to me, i know the roads here inside and out, how all the different cliques of bikers come together as a community and i guess i just cant give that up.

As for my apartment? well that's not so glamorous, i live above a biker bar named the Steel Stallion Saloon. A family friend "Rusty" Larry owns the building and runs the bar, i pay him monthly and he usually leaves me be. my apartment is effectively one large open space room. its got everything a lonely bachelor could need to sustain him self, i keep the furniture pretty sparse and my kitchen has been retro fitted to be a mechanics workshop where i can work on bikes and other contraptions. the majority of the furniture i have honestly relates to my mechanic work.

Simple im a mechanic, i mostly use the good will and contacts my parents had to keep work flowing in. i specialize in major motorcycle modifications and Complex engine Mods. i do most of my out reach to clients through word of mouth or online local forums, i try to keep a solid up record of my best works online so people can see what there getting. Well since i cut out the whole needing to eat i funnel all my cash into my mod shop and indulging my need to have the most up to date computer tech systems. i also spend a good bit of money on organizing large biker meet ups to help the community to have an excuse to hang.

all i want is Peace in a way. i honestly believe that all ills that come from humanity springe simply from the fact that its truly difficult to relate to another's problems with out having some similar experience which is why i believe a merging of all consciousness now is needed. obviously this needs to be done with a technological solution I'm not letting the filthy flesh mongrels run around in our perfect utopia, we can start with the empathy stuff after i place the meat suits in there new bodies. 

As for how far? alot, ill give up mind and limb for this calling. i cant stand to see humanity hurt themselves the way they... ok fine i just don't want to see these  flesh golems walking around touching this beautiful world with there gross mitts. they need to be led to the light and i will Fight, Kill, and die to rebuild humanity in the perfect clockwork form.

My first kiss with death, i was running with the Asphalt Reapers we mostly did smaller gigs, running drugs and guns across state lanes, beating and threating folks that type of shit. but on my last gig with the crew we got hired to kidnap some guy hold him for a week and hand him off to a contract. shit was pretty simple we garbed the guy and held him in the place i was laying me head. simply put i got plugged by Riggs (My Boss) after the money hand over. so bleeding out i stumbled back to my workshop and died or atleast came close. face first in a box of bloody gears i prayed to be save, and i was. im not quite sure even to this day who answered my wish but it spoke through the gears and made me whole in my now perfected form, all gears oil and clock work. 

"Rusty" Larry: a man in his late 50's  with greying brown hair, he stands about 6 foot and is the current owner of the Steel Stallion. i grew up with Larry i thought of the man as a uncle honestly. he looked after my mom and pops when they were living and ever since they passed the man has kept an eye out for me as best he could. when i became what i am now he was the first person i came too. he freaked out like anyone would but once he got a grip on the shock he help me pick up the pieces of my new life, i still pop down to the bar to drink with him now and then and i try to look after him.

Isabella Gray an ex of mine a short woman who works mostly as a car dealer and some drug dealing on the side, we still keep up with each other but what ever love we had for each other broken the moment i became the work i am today. she took my inhuman form the worst out of the few people i bother to try to reconnect with. we keep our distance but i make sure that shes alright. 

Nathan Reynolds: an old high school friend that helped me go rouge back in the day, he still runs with sketchy crews. we still ride together every so often he wasn't too shook on my transformation but he never was non plus with anything really. a good friend but also a lose cannon we end up dragging each other into trouble just because of how we vibe.

Honestly i hate to say it but my child hood was some of the best times ive ever had in my life honestly. My family was always a bit more compact then others, no Siblings or grandparents just my ma , pa and uncle Larry.

Looking back on it though my parents worked hard and struggled they always made sure i was taken care of. My mother Amara Price (She never took my fathers name even after they married, she thought wildheart was too dumb of a name.) was a strong willed woman, Black tall and with multi colored dreads she always stood out compared to my father when we went out on family outings. my father on the other hand was a meek, inconspicuous asian man always covered in some kind of grease or grim from what ever mechanic job he had just took. they were good people, both died in a car wreck when i was in my teen years.

I went to public schools in Florida, it was rough but never too bad i always manage to keep and maintain good friends by getting into trouble with them. it was always easy to get folks to like me i Used to be a relatable kid and loved riling up others to do wild stunts and silly pranks was easy especially when you could fix up anything they broke doing it.

Love, dont know if i can say i have friend. i had something close too it though with Isabella, i had meet her just after i got out of highschool. Larry decided to foot the bill on a clunker car as a reward for not completely botching my last year in school, so i went to some shady used car sells lot and Isabella tried to scam me into buying some shifty clunkers eventually we made a deal that i would buy some run down Civic and if i could get it running id pick her up in it. and so i did and it went well for a couple years before the whole Perfection thing. Dont know if i have space in my heart for some one like that agian though. 

I Fear nothing.......is what i would say if this world was perfect, but since we have meat dodgers walking around were far from that. Human Touch. its not the flesh that disturbs me, not really. its the lack of awareness they have of each other and there own bodies. they have no control and letting something that has no idea how its even is alive touch my perfectly sculpted, tuned, and designed form strikes fear into my core. its quite vain but i know that humans have nothing but destruction in their hearts so i cant help but think of how there touch will ruin me. that's not all though, i fear failing. For better or worse im sure of my greatness, which means that i have no right to fail in all things i take on. But beyond all of that i truly fear being forgotten, While i was bleeding out in a shit apartment filed with useless trinkets of my trade i realized no one would care about my corpse showing up in the morgue. As idiotic as it sounds that one thought made me realize just how wasted my life was up until that point. I need people to know who i am, I need them to respect my contributions to this world. 

If i had to list them id be My first bike i call her Theseus ( A 2015 kawsaki Vulcan s),  My original De'Boost jacket,  A creased up Family photo taped up to my fathers tool box.

Maybe not in that order but close enough, Ive crashed and thrashed that bike so many times that almost literally no parts from the original factory is still on its frame. but i still keep her in riding shape even if i could trade her in for something a bit newer, it was a gift from my mom for my 16th birthday. im almost 100% sure it was originally stolen but no one came knocking.

The De'Boost Holds a special place in my heart because its one of my first perfected creation ive made since i started running these contracts. also the deboost logo is pretty neat.

I dont go t many pictures of my family just because we didnt bother with cameras much so... its one of the few things i have left of them.

Blowing up my friends bar, and my apartment along with it. I don't really know what made me do it but I do know that I fucked up big time. Larry's pissed at me, Luke the down on his luck accountant is dead, and my names getting throw up for droping a fireball. I just wanted to show up to the squad meet in top form but all I've done is botch my relationships and killed a poor man and burned a few people. So it's time to set this right starting with fixing uncle Larry's bar, probably can't stay there after but I've been think about buying a house anyways. I wont let This transgression stand for long. Getting that body out of the mourge is going to be the hardest part. I hope Liam and the rest of the crew can handle this without, im bummed I don't get to kill trafficers now.

The morning probably starts with me wrapping up whatever crafts project I started while I was killing time in the night. I swap out my patches on my jacket for the day, feed my pet mouse Keledones and scroll the news to see the goings on in the world. Then I'd probably check my body over, apply some oil in the right places, and needlessly fiddling with my faceplate. After I've reestablish my perfection, I gear up for the day. I grab my deboost jacket, a handful of gears and my motorcycle and I head out for my morning ride. I make sure to grab a bottle of jack on the go from that bar bellow and mix it with some oil, then I roll out. I roam the Florda planes looking for problems to fix, and just enjoying the ride, the wind in my gears and the hum of my perfectly tuned engine 

Well if its something i care about its probably some motorcycle meet up. so im dressin to the 9s in my best riding gear, polishing my boots shiny, scrubin every inch of my bike to make it sparkles in the night lights. outfit wise id probably mod my deboost to give it more of a 40's era trim to it black leather and all. cutting down on my patch usage, instead id spend some time putting together some bronze shoulder adornments. One of a snarling hyena face with some gear work to lift and close its mouth as i lift and lowered my arms, and another of a rat lifting a piece of cheese to its mouth and lowering it with a similar mechanism. for pants id probably go for some thick workers pants with some metallic touches with engravings of robotic creatures working together with humans on a large spherical artifact.  it would only take about 2 hours to put this together and id love every moment of it.

Well if i can resolve this issue with Larry ill probably be starting the day down at the Steel Stallion Saloon. inviting some of my friends down for an extremely early morning drink, then the crew would head out on the town for some general mayhem and riding on some dangerous road ways. but id probably end the night by throwing up a nice statue of my self in downtown daytona or at least what id love my final visage to be. A Large Chromed Sphere With a large glowing core, long cylindrical tubing connecting to the ground, finally it sits ontop of a large strangely shaped futuristic motorcycle.

My greatest regret has to be killing Segregation Alister, I Saw what was a monster in my eyes at the time. something that has the complete opposite asperations as me, of course that would strike my heart with fear. the thought of some one moving in the dark against me at every step, i let that fear guide my hand when i struck them down. i realize now that's the very same fear that people have when they look at me. i represent something completely new and so did he, i realize now that he was by far not the evil half of our twin spawned paths, and it brings me shame that i didn't even bother to speak to my other half. It weighs heavy on my heart and i let this failure guide my hands going forward. i wont ever take a innocent life like that agian... especially with her watching over me, i can still feel the heat of that pot close by. but i dont need a sword over my head to do the right thing, not anymore atleast.

There stolen... well for the most part. see i can make some great stuff on my own, my deboosts is an attestment to that. but at the end of the day once all the bits and bobs are put together, there's a need for that extra juice for my inventions and the chassis mods. since i dont really understand all that spooky shit i just kind of steal it, the thing that made me... the face in the gears, i tap into its powers of creation for that extra bit of juice so that my inventions don't just crumble into dust after i build them. ill be honest though i think it has a distaste for me doing so, I'm like a rodent on the back of a giant. but that's just half of where my powers come from, the other half is from the little bit of Frikkie i still have. there's something about the remnants of his jacket, its like its still infested with the spirits of mice. takes quite the effort but after some general interactions and pseudo fixing there ghost bodies we've come to an agreement  on looking after each others.

Nah not really my vibe, i mean i can clearly see that there's some kind of afterlife, ghost, spirits, and haunts and all that. i just don't really think there's a god out their that's looking over us, at least not any any that you'd like to be keeping tabs on you. i believe that all of this shit can be boiled down to just rules of reality, so what there's spiritual energies, and big bad demons, big whoop. if its not the big demon eating your lunch itll be some asteroid plummeting to hit earth its all the same to me. but maybe some spirituality is needed for humanity to feel safeguarded from the issues of this world. ive been thinking about trying to step up a little in that regard, i feel like theirs no one to protect creatures like me. so if there's no protector then ill be that for my people and ill usher in a new world one of peace and creation, even if i have to become some kind of Mecha Messiah.

Too many to count, I never thought true evil was real until i saw that fat wale of a man in the middle east. or that Humanity can be kind and worth protecting. Before Frikkie, Angle, and Lil Jason i really couldn't stand them. they were like slavering beast in my mind, i think it was my final moments in my past life that cemented my hatred of humanity. but with the selflessness that some of fellow contractors have shown they challenged my veiw enough that i was able to change for hopfully the better. but ive done jobs that's required me to ended realities before they where born, lock others to be forever tormented by their wrongs. when im stuck doubting the world, i do the two things i know how to do best and push away the rest. I Fuck up, and i Fix up, in that order.