Donny Carver

## *About Donny...*

*Greaser style. Avid racer, runs the race scene. Leader of The 1320 car club.*

*Some could say Donny was born with a wrench in his hand. His life started in the back of a car, born there in the backseat of a 1949 Dodge Wayfarer as his father was driving his mother to the hospital. Donny grew up with the standard household, mom home making the house a home, and his dad, working endlessly for scraps in an auto shop, making the owner fat and happy. As Donny grew up he spent every moment he could beside his dad, learning what he could, his fascination with the tumbling steel beasts set fast, and left a strong and lasting mark on who he would become.*

*At age 10 is when Donny lost his mother. Doctors couldn't say much on it, just that she passed in her sleep, and that she felt no pain. "If only all of us could be so lucky" Donny remembered hearing his father mutter under his sobs. This would be what Donny believes caused such a difference in his father. Within a month his dad drove home with a beat up 1952 Hermes. Most of Donny's teen years were spent rebuilding this car, and on the weekends he would join his fathers to the canals of Los Santos, proving that he was the fastest around. It didn't take long for his father to become popular in the racing scene, gather some like minded people and form his own racing group, The 1320, a fitting name for a group so focused on the 1/4 mile.*

*At 17 Donny sat along the side of the canals, watching his father run that car down the same track he had done for years. Tempers were high in what was called the pits, a large rivalry had been forming for awhile between The 1320 and this new group, referring to themselves as Lugnuts. The main issue seemed to stem between the two leaders, Donny's father, and the leader of the Lugnuts, a man known as Terry "Prettyboy" Johnson. Prettyboy's 67 Mustang was just as capable as the much heavier Hermes, but the driver simply was slower on the shift, and not as competent behind the wheel. A fact Prettyboy couldn't accept. As night fell Donny watched as Prettyboy raced his father one last time, and in the end of the race, pinning the front end of his car against his fathers rear quarter panel, The heavy Hermes lurching into the stream, flipping the car. The view of his father helplessly being flung out the windshield is a sight that sticks with Donny to this day, the carnage and suddenness of it all, the blood running down the stream in those canals.*

*12 years have passed since that night, Donny now found himself an owner of his own shop, Fat Tire Auto, a general repair shop, specializing in muscle and that seductress speed. Donny has followed in his fathers footsteps. The low murmured whispers of the 1320 returning has hit the edges of the race scene as blue tags of the number continue to pop up in the Morningwood district. Its in his blood, he cant deny the constant want to bring the Carver name back to the former race glory it had on these streets, and he will do it. This is something he promises his father constantly, as he speaks to his dads spirit, as Donny runs his hands across the twisted and rusted sheet metal in his garage, the pile looking like a heap of rotten parts and scrap, the only part looking worth anything is the emblem that hangs off of the mangled grill, it reads, "Hermes"*

## *During last year...*

*In the past year a lot has changed with Donny and his high school friend group that started Fat Tire Auto with him. He watch as each of them, slowly, began to grow up and move away, starting their own lives. Chasing families, or seeing what the rest of the country had to offer, all the while Donny remained in Los Santos, transferring the business to his name he continued to build a legacy.*

*The work was slow causing Donny to venture into other careers to afford to keep a roof over his head, food on the table and gas in the car. He got certified as a firefighter, got a few bucks from winning, or losing, in the boxing ring, and offering what he learned at the gym as a part time bouncer at various clubs.*