This is a twist I decided to do on Brimstone. Kinda morphed him into my own version of the character. It gets a little run-on, but I'm pretty happy with this one. The handle and special aren't really set in stone, just tried to come up with something that related.

CAR NAME:
BRIMSTONE

DRIVER HANDLE:
PREACHER

DRIVER NAME:
LUCAS MOORE

CAR DESCRIPTION:
WHITE EL CAMINO, ADEQUATELY ARMORED AND WELL EQUIPPED WITH HEAVY MACHINE GUNS AND MISSILE PACKS. A STEEL CROSS CENTERS ITSELF WITHIN THE BODY OF THE CAR, EACH LIMB REACHING OUT INTO A SHARPENED POINT EXTENDING BEYOND THE BODY OF THE VEHICLE.

SPECIAL:
KARMA-
A GHOSTLY SPHERE HOMES IN ON THE NEAREST DRIVER, TURNING THEIR ATTEMPTS TO ATTACK OR GAIN LIFE AGAINST THEM. DAMAGE DEALT TO OTHER DRIVERS IS INSTEAD DEALT TO THE VICTIM, WHILE LIFE PICK UPS SEEM TO HAVE NO EFFECT.

CAR STATISTICS:
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ARMOR:▀▀▀▀
MELEE:▀▀▀▀▀



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I once worshipped the Devil. But that was another life.

Those tainted memories still fill my mind with haunting screams. Memories that make my blood run cold, memories that could bend the minds of weaker men.

Memories of things I didn’t do.

And in this room, my own littler personal slice of hell, all those screams just echo, bouncing around until they fill every crevice in my skull and force me to reminisce all over again. The bloodshed, the screaming…

But one day, the door to my little room opened up, and the echoes, spilling down the corridor, seemed to quiet down as the disciple of the Devil himself walks in.

Name was Calypso. He reeked of pure evil.

He told me he ran a contests, and should I offer to put my name down on the list and win it, I could have anything of which I desire. It was a gamble, which a holy man should never do. But with nothing left to lose, and possibly so much to gain in the name of a higher purpose, I felt it morally correct to accept.

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Among the symphonious roars of chaos and hatred, I had first found it rather hard to discern the screams from the ambient noise. I’ve felt nothing but remorse ever since.

So long it has been since I dreamt so deeply. It was nice until it brought about those wretched memories. They are from long ago. In a past life of mine, when I worshipped all that was evil. I can remember my hatred for others, my disgust for the Lord, as if I was still living those emotions today.

I called myself Mordechai. I had accumulated three virgin girls - innocent, harmless and defenseless girls. I had somehow tricked them into believing that my ritual would bring about them good fortune and health. I had lied, of course. Mordechai’s intention was to sacrifice them as a key component to some prophetic heresy. It would supposedly bring about the fall of man and make way for the rise of the Unholy.

Obviously, it was nonsense. But those girls, those poor girls. Having voluntarily offered themselves for the task, they unwittingly condemned their souls to hell. I now place the responsibility upon my shoulders in this time, to redeem myself of actions of evil in a past life, by fetching their souls from the pits of hell and help them ascend into the Heavens.

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Mordechai was strong in that time. But I know now that I am stronger.

I destroyed that flying war machine. It was but a small hurdle in my mission that surpasses mere mortal desires.

I found Calypso, and demanded my prize. He was pleased to see me, ready to forfeit my rightful earnings.

What he told me, however, was staggering. My wish could be granted, but at a price. My fractured soul must be split; my positive karma from living a life of good faith and honesty, had become a debt.

Instantly I felt an internal sensation, something was pulling at my conscience, my very being. Suddenly, I was beside myself. I could see my own pain and suffering, as I seemed to sink into the ground. I saw three figures, slowly floating up and onward.

The girls.

I had become buried. I sank further and further, deeper and deeper, until I could smell the ill desires of demonic horrors. Then, another small room, made of dead souls and hungry flame. Had I known this to be the outcome, I’d had never referred to that prison cell as my personal slice of Hell.

Then, I saw movement. Out from the shadows emerged the most horrid creature I had ever laid eyes on. And yet, I knew what it was before I even saw its face. And it was out to get me.

It was Mordechai.

The girls' souls are released into Heaven. For reincarnation to happen, it would be the use of a single soul, transferring bodies upon death. To be evil is to have an evil soul, and to be good is to have a good soul. I used positive and negative karma to sort of draw a dividing line within his whole soul to say it has two parts: positive and negative. He dies on earth, and though he had done good, the price to release the girls meant that his positive karma be delivered to hell. His negative karma, as once manifested inside the body of Mordechai, was obviously condemned to hell since he worshipped the Devil, and there it awaited his good side.

My original idea was that the ritual Mordechai performed was actually one to purge the goodness from his split soul, by forcing it to be condemned in another life. But that gets confusing.