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Shay Levin

Aliases: Warspite (Stage name)

Sex: Male
DOB: September 8th, 1993
Model: Supermarine Spiteful
Top speed: 535mph

Shay, aka Warspite, is the only child of a male Israeli Messerschmitt BF-109, Aviel, and a female Scottish Spitfire, Davina. His mother, a worker at the American Embassy in Jerusalem, met his father after she reluctantly attended an impromptu race with her friends. Falling for his graceful flying and strong heart, they married and eventually gave rise to Shay. Young, hotblooded, and believing nothing could touch him, Shay was a typical young male. Because of conscription in his home country of Israel, he served the minimum of two years and eight months in the military, starting when he was 18. He didn’t care much for war. What he truly loved was speed. Thanks to his beefy Rolls-Royce Griffon engine that produced 3,000 horsepower without modifications, he could easily attain 500mph.

Appearance wise, he’s a typical Spiteful. His eyes are emerald green, which he inherited from his mother. As a tribute to his heritage, a small Star of David is painted onto his tail. He no longer has his guns, which were removed to save weight.

His story is set the 2000’s to 2030’s in the dystopian 'The Last Ford' alternate reality, where living machines are selectively bred by humans and perform tasks deemed too dangerous for humans, including racing. It is an unfair and cruel world for living machines, many of which have no choice other than to work and die for human entertainment.

Moving to the United States at 22 years old, he found a high paying, dangerous job testing new superchargers for the Moller Corporation based in St. Petersburg, Florida. With modifications, he topped out at 535mph on test runs conducted over the Gulf of Mexico. Despite the stress imposed by forced induction, his engine handled the increased horsepower extremely well. Because the CEO, John Lauterbach, and engineers had grown fond of Shay, they asked if he’d be willing to sign a contract that would allow him to race for the manufacturer. Without hesitation, Shay signed a 10 year contract. Entering a few unregulated races in Georgia to evaluate his performance, Shay decimated the competition and made aircraft twice his age look pathetic.

Because the Moller Corporation was small and not particularly powerful, Shay reluctantly agreed with John that they needed to start small if they wanted to have any chance of competing in the unlimited league, where straight line speed wasn’t everything. Rising to prominence among the unregulated league and earning money for the company to expand and tweak its superchargers, Shay adopted the name Warspite and had it painted onto his cowling. Whenever a race started, Shay opened the throttle and simply outran his competition. It wasn’t long before Shay caught the attention of talent scouts from major corporations, such as the renowned APEX Corporation. Although they offered Shay handsome sums in exchange for leaving Moller, he refused.

Shay didn’t race for money, he had no use for it. He enjoyed racing because he loved going fast. He, John, and the engineers got along very well. Begrudgingly, the talent scouts backed off. They couldn’t steal Shay away from his friends. Plus, he’d already signed a contract, which they couldn’t override. Once Moller earned enough money to enter Shay into a training program based in Arizona, he learned from other retired racers, P-51’s, Corsairs, P-47’s, and P-40’s. He learned how to navigate obstacle courses, handle unforeseen problems, and fly smarter, rather than harder. Because of his military training, he knew how to absorb orders and remain levelheaded while flying. He knew better than to sacrifice performance for the sake of vanity.

Despite being timid when negotiating turns and not knowing what the term ‘pace yourself’ meant, Shay impressed his trainers. With a red number 9 and camouflage theme painted onto his fuselage, Shay entered his first regulated race. He defeated his competition easily and left the crowd silent by the roar of his engine and whine of his supercharger. After winning his first minor league race, John hugged Shay’s propeller hub on the runway. Winning another nine races in a row, Shay graduated from the minor league in style and put the Moller Corporation on the map. Attracting hundreds of fans after his victories in Texas, South Carolina, and Louisiana, Warspite quickly rose to prominence and put even the largest racing corporations on edge.

The thought of such a small company producing what could potentially be a world class racer terrified CEOs of major racing sponsors across North America. The press called Shay ‘Whining Death.’ As the money and orders for superchargers poured in, Moller saved their best models for Shay. Living in a subtle, not overly extravagant hangar on Belleair Beach, he loved waking up to the sound of gentle waves and the smell of salty air. Entering the intermediate league in New Mexico and Oklahoma, Shay managed outsmart his more experienced opponents, who actively cheated and tried to force him lower. The intermediate teams were terrified of Warspite and instructed their racers to defeat him by any means necessary. In the end, their efforts were in vain.

After winning ten races in a row, he graduated from the intermediate to the expert league. To the dismay of the top teams, the little thorn in their side known as Warspite kept winning. Even they were forced to respect him. The Moller Corporation supplied superchargers to teams as high as the intermediate league. Shay’s former opponents, who tried their best to defeat him, purchased and used his sponsor’s products. Taking on the expert league in California and Puerto Rico, he faced opponents who’d been racing since before he was born. Their ferocity and tenacity forced Shay to respect his opponents, rather than view them as nothing more than distant specks behind him. He still won, but by very a narrow margin.

During his third expert league race, off the coast of northern California, Shay suffered his first defeat. He came in second to a hulking Super Corsair high on performance enhancers, who collapsed after landing and passed out when his engine seized. Coming in second was a massive blow to Shay’s pride. He wasn’t as invincible as he thought and learned the hard way that he couldn’t always win. After rising to prominence and being egged on by the press, his fans, and even his former opponents, he took his defeat very hard. He realized he wasn’t racing for fun anymore. He’d forgotten why he started working for Moller in the first place. It was for fun, not publicity. Now that he was a star and had an image to uphold, he had no choice other than to continue.

Winning another eight races, he suffered two more defeats. Having won ten expert league races, he was ready to graduate to the coveted unlimited league after racing for a total of two years. However, Shay backed off. He and John agreed he needed more practice before taking on opponents who were bred to race and would gladly kill to win. Sticking to the expert league for another year, Shay took a racing season off to rest. Traveling back to Israel to visit his parents and then touring Europe, Warspite was met by a crowd of admirers wherever he went. He flew through the Alps, twisting and turning through the narrow passes. Finding himself back in the United States, in New York City, he came across a sight that made his jaw drop.

He met a stunningly beautiful light blue female P-51 Mustang. A former minor league racer who flew for a defunct company that produced high quality pistons, her name was Sky. Competent, reserved, composed, and levelheaded, she flew with the wisdom of someone twice her age. Less than a year younger than Shay, he was instantly captivated by her looks. As a horny teenager, he fantasized about females. While racing, he never paused or even considered finding someone special. Falling for Sky very early, she respected Warspite for being a talented racer. However, she showed him her tail and left with her nose held high. After the first few dates, she began to warm up to Shay. When he returned to racing in the expert league, she offered him advice.

Skeptical of her word because she’d never entered an expert league race before, her advice came in handy. Whenever he was rowdy after a race and still high on adrenaline, she reigned him in. She taught him subtlety and to let go of his pride, to remember the races were about having fun, exploring a passion, and that winning wasn’t everything. Despite the influx of money to the Moller Corporation, John remained true to Shay. Although he was technically an asset to the company, he still regarded him as a friend. By the end of the racing season, he was defeating the expert league races with ease. And, behind closed doors, confessed his love for Sky. Having fallen for him, too, they were rarely apart.

Taking on the unlimited league after receiving the latest round of modifications, Shay was nervous for the first time. Reminding him it wasn’t about winning, he faced his toughest competition yet in Florida. Even with practice and experience, he was sloppy and rudimentary compared to his opponents, who’d been bred for the purpose of racing alone. He witnessed aircraft years younger than him tear themselves and each other apart just to get ahead. He quickly learned just how cocky his opponents were. Knowing they were bred for this, they went all out and didn’t always think things through, just as he used to. They made up for their shortcomings with speed and an instinctive drive to win. They didn’t earn their way into the league, they were born into it.

Using his brain, Warspite outwitted his opponents and relied on his superior straight line performance to overtake them. Despite colliding with some of them and scraping his fuselage, he was undeterred. Winning five unlimited league races in a row, Shay had proven himself to be worthy of a championship title. Although he could’ve retired and lived large, he chose to honor his contract, which hadn’t expired. Continuing on in the unlimited league and entering endurance races which took him across the world, Shay married Sky and couldn’t have been happier. He had a wife, a job he loved, and a great friend in John. However, the major racing teams, which he’d bested, grew angry and envious of his success. For eight years, Warspite remained at the top.

After growing comfortable with the events and learning the weaknesses of his opponents to exploit them, no one could touch him. He’d grown to be a little too good at racing, the other teams deemed. Once his contract with Moller finally expired, Shay had millions of dollars to his name. He and Sky flew away from Florida, to the Rocky Mountains where they could fly through natural obstacle courses to their heart’s content. Settling down in Hamilton, Montana for a year, Shay and Sky decided they wanted to start a family. After a long pregnancy, Shay nuzzled Sky and watched with teary eyes as she gave birth to triplets.

Two Supermarine Spitefuls, a male and a female, and a male P-51 with a Griffon engine. For the next nine years, Shay taught his sons and daughter how to race and used the mountains as an obstacle course. Naming the Spitefuls Valiant and Iris, they named their P-51 Red due to the red birthmarks on his tail, wings, and cowling. As Red grew, he adopted the nickname ‘Firestang.’ A happy father, Shay decided to return to racing for one season before retiring for good to be with his wife and children. For the top racing teams, this struck a nerve. Not only was Warspite returning to dominate the league one again, he now had three children, who would undoubtedly take after their father. They agreed something had to be done.

They had to force Shay’s retirement or kill him if all else failed. His daughter and son, Iris and Valiant, could not grow up to race. Sky and Red, being P-51’s, weren’t considered primary targets. After winning his first race since retiring, Shay was about to finish in first place for his second race when and opponent clipped his tail with his wing. Managing to cross the finish line first, Shay crashed into the ground, skidding along a crowded beach in Miami. Sustaining considerable damage, he agreed with John that would’ve been best not to race again. After receiving repairs and knowing what happened was intentional, he announced he wasn’t returning to racing and headed home after bidding John farewell.

Flying over Montana, he was suddenly pelted by bullets. Roaring past him was a black F-5 Tiger, an assassin tasked with shooting him down. Because his guns were removed long ago to save weight, Shay couldn’t fight back. He couldn’t possibly outrun the jet. Flying alongside him, the F-5 taunted Warspite, saying he’d better get home to his family. Knowing he had to get home as soon as possible, he took advantage of the terrain, which he knew by heart. He hugged the mountains and baited his pursuer to follow. Flying through a narrow pass, Shay knew to pull up immediately once he reached a certain point. His pursuer, unaware of this, plowed into the rocks and exploded in an orange fireball, leaving his target free to escape.

Shay arrived home to find his hangar in ruins, destroyed by a gas explosion. Out flying at the time, Sky and their children were unharmed. Knowing they were no longer safe, he took his family to Israel, to live with his parents in Jerusalem. There, they found safety and were able to put their real identities behind them. Practicing their flying from time to time, Valiant and Iris were too afraid to race. Instead, they pursued other passions. Red, however, returned to Florida, against his parent’s advice. Adopting the stage name Firestang, he became the tester for the Moller Corporation and taking his father’s and John’s advice, never entered a race. Proud of his children, Warspite still feared for them. Fortunately, the top racing teams never connected the dots and realized just who Firestang was.

Away from the glamour and crowds of the racing leagues, Sky and Shay found peace together.

Description

Shay Levin

Aliases: Warspite (Stage name)

Sex: Male
DOB: September 8th, 1993
Model: Supermarine Spiteful
Top speed: 535mph

Shay, aka Warspite, is the only child of a male Israeli Messerschmitt BF-109, Aviel, and a female Scottish Spitfire, Davina. His mother, a worker at the American Embassy in Jerusalem, met his father after she reluctantly attended an impromptu race with her friends. Falling for his graceful flying and strong heart, they married and eventually gave rise to Shay. Young, hotblooded, and believing nothing could touch him, Shay was a typical young male. Because of conscription in his home country of Israel, he served the minimum of two years and eight months in the military, starting when he was 18. He didn’t care much for war. What he truly loved was speed. Thanks to his beefy Rolls-Royce Griffon engine that produced 3,000 horsepower without modifications, he could easily attain 500mph.

Appearance wise, he’s a typical Spiteful. His eyes are emerald green, which he inherited from his mother. As a tribute to his heritage, a small Star of David is painted onto his tail. He no longer has his guns, which were removed to save weight.

His story is set the 2000’s to 2030’s in the dystopian 'The Last Ford' alternate reality, where living machines are selectively bred by humans and perform tasks deemed too dangerous for humans, including racing. It is an unfair and cruel world for living machines, many of which have no choice other than to work and die for human entertainment.

Moving to the United States at 22 years old, he found a high paying, dangerous job testing new superchargers for the Moller Corporation based in St. Petersburg, Florida. With modifications, he topped out at 535mph on test runs conducted over the Gulf of Mexico. Despite the stress imposed by forced induction, his engine handled the increased horsepower extremely well. Because the CEO, John Lauterbach, and engineers had grown fond of Shay, they asked if he’d be willing to sign a contract that would allow him to race for the manufacturer. Without hesitation, Shay signed a 10 year contract. Entering a few unregulated races in Georgia to evaluate his performance, Shay decimated the competition and made aircraft twice his age look pathetic.

Because the Moller Corporation was small and not particularly powerful, Shay reluctantly agreed with John that they needed to start small if they wanted to have any chance of competing in the unlimited league, where straight line speed wasn’t everything. Rising to prominence among the unregulated league and earning money for the company to expand and tweak its superchargers, Shay adopted the name Warspite and had it painted onto his cowling. Whenever a race started, Shay opened the throttle and simply outran his competition. It wasn’t long before Shay caught the attention of talent scouts from major corporations, such as the renowned APEX Corporation. Although they offered Shay handsome sums in exchange for leaving Moller, he refused.

Shay didn’t race for money, he had no use for it. He enjoyed racing because he loved going fast. He, John, and the engineers got along very well. Begrudgingly, the talent scouts backed off. They couldn’t steal Shay away from his friends. Plus, he’d already signed a contract, which they couldn’t override. Once Moller earned enough money to enter Shay into a training program based in Arizona, he learned from other retired racers, P-51’s, Corsairs, P-47’s, and P-40’s. He learned how to navigate obstacle courses, handle unforeseen problems, and fly smarter, rather than harder. Because of his military training, he knew how to absorb orders and remain levelheaded while flying. He knew better than to sacrifice performance for the sake of vanity.

Despite being timid when negotiating turns and not knowing what the term ‘pace yourself’ meant, Shay impressed his trainers. With a red number 9 and camouflage theme painted onto his fuselage, Shay entered his first regulated race. He defeated his competition easily and left the crowd silent by the roar of his engine and whine of his supercharger. After winning his first minor league race, John hugged Shay’s propeller hub on the runway. Winning another nine races in a row, Shay graduated from the minor league in style and put the Moller Corporation on the map. Attracting hundreds of fans after his victories in Texas, South Carolina, and Louisiana, Warspite quickly rose to prominence and put even the largest racing corporations on edge.

The thought of such a small company producing what could potentially be a world class racer terrified CEOs of major racing sponsors across North America. The press called Shay ‘Whining Death.’ As the money and orders for superchargers poured in, Moller saved their best models for Shay. Living in a subtle, not overly extravagant hangar on Belleair Beach, he loved waking up to the sound of gentle waves and the smell of salty air. Entering the intermediate league in New Mexico and Oklahoma, Shay managed outsmart his more experienced opponents, who actively cheated and tried to force him lower. The intermediate teams were terrified of Warspite and instructed their racers to defeat him by any means necessary. In the end, their efforts were in vain.

After winning ten races in a row, he graduated from the intermediate to the expert league. To the dismay of the top teams, the little thorn in their side known as Warspite kept winning. Even they were forced to respect him. The Moller Corporation supplied superchargers to teams as high as the intermediate league. Shay’s former opponents, who tried their best to defeat him, purchased and used his sponsor’s products. Taking on the expert league in California and Puerto Rico, he faced opponents who’d been racing since before he was born. Their ferocity and tenacity forced Shay to respect his opponents, rather than view them as nothing more than distant specks behind him. He still won, but by very a narrow margin.

During his third expert league race, off the coast of northern California, Shay suffered his first defeat. He came in second to a hulking Super Corsair high on performance enhancers, who collapsed after landing and passed out when his engine seized. Coming in second was a massive blow to Shay’s pride. He wasn’t as invincible as he thought and learned the hard way that he couldn’t always win. After rising to prominence and being egged on by the press, his fans, and even his former opponents, he took his defeat very hard. He realized he wasn’t racing for fun anymore. He’d forgotten why he started working for Moller in the first place. It was for fun, not publicity. Now that he was a star and had an image to uphold, he had no choice other than to continue.

Winning another eight races, he suffered two more defeats. Having won ten expert league races, he was ready to graduate to the coveted unlimited league after racing for a total of two years. However, Shay backed off. He and John agreed he needed more practice before taking on opponents who were bred to race and would gladly kill to win. Sticking to the expert league for another year, Shay took a racing season off to rest. Traveling back to Israel to visit his parents and then touring Europe, Warspite was met by a crowd of admirers wherever he went. He flew through the Alps, twisting and turning through the narrow passes. Finding himself back in the United States, in New York City, he came across a sight that made his jaw drop.

He met a stunningly beautiful light blue female P-51 Mustang. A former minor league racer who flew for a defunct company that produced high quality pistons, her name was Sky. Competent, reserved, composed, and levelheaded, she flew with the wisdom of someone twice her age. Less than a year younger than Shay, he was instantly captivated by her looks. As a horny teenager, he fantasized about females. While racing, he never paused or even considered finding someone special. Falling for Sky very early, she respected Warspite for being a talented racer. However, she showed him her tail and left with her nose held high. After the first few dates, she began to warm up to Shay. When he returned to racing in the expert league, she offered him advice.

Skeptical of her word because she’d never entered an expert league race before, her advice came in handy. Whenever he was rowdy after a race and still high on adrenaline, she reigned him in. She taught him subtlety and to let go of his pride, to remember the races were about having fun, exploring a passion, and that winning wasn’t everything. Despite the influx of money to the Moller Corporation, John remained true to Shay. Although he was technically an asset to the company, he still regarded him as a friend. By the end of the racing season, he was defeating the expert league races with ease. And, behind closed doors, confessed his love for Sky. Having fallen for him, too, they were rarely apart.

Taking on the unlimited league after receiving the latest round of modifications, Shay was nervous for the first time. Reminding him it wasn’t about winning, he faced his toughest competition yet in Florida. Even with practice and experience, he was sloppy and rudimentary compared to his opponents, who’d been bred for the purpose of racing alone. He witnessed aircraft years younger than him tear themselves and each other apart just to get ahead. He quickly learned just how cocky his opponents were. Knowing they were bred for this, they went all out and didn’t always think things through, just as he used to. They made up for their shortcomings with speed and an instinctive drive to win. They didn’t earn their way into the league, they were born into it.

Using his brain, Warspite outwitted his opponents and relied on his superior straight line performance to overtake them. Despite colliding with some of them and scraping his fuselage, he was undeterred. Winning five unlimited league races in a row, Shay had proven himself to be worthy of a championship title. Although he could’ve retired and lived large, he chose to honor his contract, which hadn’t expired. Continuing on in the unlimited league and entering endurance races which took him across the world, Shay married Sky and couldn’t have been happier. He had a wife, a job he loved, and a great friend in John. However, the major racing teams, which he’d bested, grew angry and envious of his success. For eight years, Warspite remained at the top.

After growing comfortable with the events and learning the weaknesses of his opponents to exploit them, no one could touch him. He’d grown to be a little too good at racing, the other teams deemed. Once his contract with Moller finally expired, Shay had millions of dollars to his name. He and Sky flew away from Florida, to the Rocky Mountains where they could fly through natural obstacle courses to their heart’s content. Settling down in Hamilton, Montana for a year, Shay and Sky decided they wanted to start a family. After a long pregnancy, Shay nuzzled Sky and watched with teary eyes as she gave birth to triplets.

Two Supermarine Spitefuls, a male and a female, and a male P-51 with a Griffon engine. For the next nine years, Shay taught his sons and daughter how to race and used the mountains as an obstacle course. Naming the Spitefuls Valiant and Iris, they named their P-51 Red due to the red birthmarks on his tail, wings, and cowling. As Red grew, he adopted the nickname ‘Firestang.’ A happy father, Shay decided to return to racing for one season before retiring for good to be with his wife and children. For the top racing teams, this struck a nerve. Not only was Warspite returning to dominate the league one again, he now had three children, who would undoubtedly take after their father. They agreed something had to be done.

They had to force Shay’s retirement or kill him if all else failed. His daughter and son, Iris and Valiant, could not grow up to race. Sky and Red, being P-51’s, weren’t considered primary targets. After winning his first race since retiring, Shay was about to finish in first place for his second race when and opponent clipped his tail with his wing. Managing to cross the finish line first, Shay crashed into the ground, skidding along a crowded beach in Miami. Sustaining considerable damage, he agreed with John that would’ve been best not to race again. After receiving repairs and knowing what happened was intentional, he announced he wasn’t returning to racing and headed home after bidding John farewell.

Flying over Montana, he was suddenly pelted by bullets. Roaring past him was a black F-5 Tiger, an assassin tasked with shooting him down. Because his guns were removed long ago to save weight, Shay couldn’t fight back. He couldn’t possibly outrun the jet. Flying alongside him, the F-5 taunted Warspite, saying he’d better get home to his family. Knowing he had to get home as soon as possible, he took advantage of the terrain, which he knew by heart. He hugged the mountains and baited his pursuer to follow. Flying through a narrow pass, Shay knew to pull up immediately once he reached a certain point. His pursuer, unaware of this, plowed into the rocks and exploded in an orange fireball, leaving his target free to escape.

Shay arrived home to find his hangar in ruins, destroyed by a gas explosion. Out flying at the time, Sky and their children were unharmed. Knowing they were no longer safe, he took his family to Israel, to live with his parents in Jerusalem. There, they found safety and were able to put their real identities behind them. Practicing their flying from time to time, Valiant and Iris were too afraid to race. Instead, they pursued other passions. Red, however, returned to Florida, against his parent’s advice. Adopting the stage name Firestang, he became the tester for the Moller Corporation and taking his father’s and John’s advice, never entered a race. Proud of his children, Warspite still feared for them. Fortunately, the top racing teams never connected the dots and realized just who Firestang was.

Away from the glamour and crowds of the racing leagues, Sky and Shay found peace together.