✨ Diapolo ✨

Moody, Stoic, Mildly Cocky.

Sore loser.

Intimidating but flirtaciously hesitant; though he can certainly turn up the groove so to speak if need be.

Continuiously Stressed Smoking Addict; thankfully his lungs are still intact due to his more demonic blood.

Born and raised in the scorching terrain of Southern Texas; Diapolo, FULL NAME: Diapolo Vance Anderson went through and undersaw a relatively uneventful and solitarily childhood; being notably self-reserved and weary. Attending a private school for young and gifted minds until the age of twelve as a result of his family fortune; he was soon sent enrolling in a public yet well respected college for mechanical engineering to follow in his late fathers footsteps of becoming an engineer and thus eventually-- a racer.

Due to his families infamy and hearing countless a tale during familial get-togethers during the autumn and winter seasons even at a young age Diapolo had an evergrowing fascination with racing. Something which; his family pushed for, even gifting Diapolo his very first racing bike near enough the moment he graduated college. However, due to being nowhere near an only child, deep down Diapolo had always strode to silently prove himself above his siblings, to feel a validation he felt his many years of pompous private school lacked, something which ultimately manifested through a gnawing sese of perfecftionism: which still stays with him even to this day.

Throughout his late teens and into his early adult life, Diapolo spent many years honing his craft, driving across countless terrain wether rain or shine to compete in his towns local dirt-bike races, having not much social life to afford doing much else. Gradually he would progress from there as biking became almost second nature overtime.

Eventually, Diapolo soon enough wound up the courage and name for himself to begin competing nationally; through each race he took part in as he aimed to prove himself worthy of being the next sucessor. And, going from there after ranking up win after win as he hit his early twenties he finally moved from his home town and began his current occupation of competing not just nationally but also globally from England to Tokyo. Well that..and being the fucking grim reaper: dealing in souls; mostly those of his unlucky race competetors on the side.