★Velocity Outlaws★

Linkan · Sunday at 21:50

2003 - Where It Began

It all started on a quiet night in Los Santos, 2003. I was up against my worst rival. The name doesn't matter, but the car—oh, the car. A Toyota Supra MkIV, pushing 800 horsepower with a twin-turbo system. It felt impossible. Here I was, driving a Mazda RX-7 with just 350 horsepower. But I couldn't lose. If I lost, I’d lose my car, my reputation—everything. I wasn’t known as a loser. I'd been winning races for years. But there I was, facing a car with a bigger nitrous system than my engine, over double the horsepower, and a driver with a reputation of his own. What could I do? The clock was ticking. The lines were sprayed, the police radio was secured, the roads were closed, and the countdown began. He was counting down from five, but it felt like fifty. I lost myself in the moment. Then, I heard it: “1, GO.” I floored the gas pedal as hard as I could. Ten seconds in, and he was already half a mile ahead. I was done. I could feel it. I’d lost before I even had a chance. When I crossed the line, there he was, standing with his crew, celebrating. I came in twenty seconds later. I was embarrassed. I was defeated. My car was gone. My reputation was gone.

2005 - Two Years Later

Two years had passed since that race, but I couldn’t shake it. I hadn’t driven a car since. I lost everything—friends, respect, my passion for racing. The only friend left was a guy whose name doesn’t matter. He was an old racer, too, though not as successful as I once was. We spent our days drifting through dead-end jobs and criminal activities, just trying to survive. After months of being stuck in the same cycle, we made a decision. Cars had always been in our blood since we were kids. We knew we couldn’t walk away from this lifestyle forever. It was time to make a comeback.

2006 - The V8

The decision we made was mostly talk, dreams, and failures. But finally, at the beginning of 2006, we found a broken V8 engine for a ridiculously low price. We couldn’t resist. We bought it, hoping for the best. When we checked it, it was a mess. Half the pistons were broken, the turbo was ruined, and it looked like a lost cause. But after six months of hard work and countless hours, we transformed it. We added a twin-turbo system with an intercooler, new pistons, a nitrous system, and a lot more. The engine was pushing 600 horsepower—still not a car, but a powerful engine ready to be put into a chassis.

2008 - The Car

It took a lot of work, but by 2008, we finally had something to show for all our effort. The chassis was an eighth-generation Nissan Skyline, also known as the Elegy. After a few tweaks and adjustments, we managed to bench it at 680 horsepower—more than we had expected. We painted it in a custom purple—a color that would become the iconic shade for our crew. Hours of tuning, testing, and fine-tuning, and finally, it was ready to hit the streets. We raced, we won, and we made good money. With each victory, our reputation grew. We were unstoppable. For a long time, we never lost.

2010 - The Rival

Two years had passed, and things were going great. Sure, we lost a few races, but we won the big ones. But then, he showed up—the same rival from 2003. He had the same car, but this time, it wasn’t a Supra with 800 horsepower. It was a beast—a 1000 horsepower V10 engine. It was massive. The engine didn’t even fit under the hood properly, but somehow, it worked. When he revved the engine, it sounded like thunder. I couldn’t let this go. We had to race. Our Skyline was no longer just an RX-7 rebuild; it was now pushing 840 horsepower, with a massive nitrous system in the trunk. I knew his tricks, and this time, I wasn’t going to let history repeat itself. The countdown started. “3, 2, 1, GO!” I pressed the gas, and just like before, I heard his engine scream as he shot ahead. But this time, it was different. I wasn’t that far behind. I kept my cool and pushed harder through the corners, my turns were cleaner. I pulled right alongside him, just inches apart. I shifted gears, hit the nitrous, and powered ahead. I crossed the finish line first. That race was the turning point. Since then, the Skyline became a relic in the garage, a symbol of our rise. We started a new crew of racers, racing in the dead of night, pushing boundaries, racing for money, cars, and pride. We didn't lose anymore. Not ever.

Born to race.

Who are we?

Right now, we’re nobody. We’re just a group of mechanics by day, outlaws by night. The streets of Los Santos are our playground, and our passion for cars and motors runs deep. We’re just like the rest of this underground society, but we have a special connection to the machines we drive. We stand for who we are. We ride the sleeping streets of Los Santos, racing, living, and fighting for what’s ours. But we’re not just a gang—we’re a movement. We’ve established our base, gathered a few members, and formulated some new ideas. This is just the beginning. Our biggest goal? To bring something new to the gang community and the peoples. Something fresh. Something unstoppable

Gang Founded: 2015/05/17
Gang Level: 0
Tag: VO> nickname
Kingpin(s): Linkan , Ace , Zirka
High Table: Ace , Linkan , Zirka , RULOP , Fl0wz
Gang Bank: 100.000.000$+
Gang Color Code: #B6FF00
Gang Color RGB: 182 255 0
Gang Motto: Born to race
Gang RP Role: Street racers & mechanics & Drug Dealers
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