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this character is in his teens (15-18) – caucasian, reminder this is a wild west horror story, he has muscle, first name is Chandler, need a ruthless, wild west, brutal, agressive, muscular last name and nickname, has spiked, ruthless, agressive hair (not black/blonde, realistic hair color) wears black muscle tees, cut off shirts all in a wild west aesthetic, wears black denim jeans, ruthlessly, aggressively worn, need his physique in full too, very detailed, likes to use every word in the book, even bad words –

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The sun beat down on Coyote Gulch, turning the dusty streets into shimmering mirages. The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat, cheap whiskey, and desperation. It was the eve of the annual Coyote Derby, a spectacle that drew men from across the vast, sun-baked plains, each seeking a taste of glory, a chance to etch their name into the annals of this lawless town, and a shot at the coveted prize – a gleaming automobile, a rare and precious possession in this horse-less world.

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The Street Rats – original

In the unforgiving underbelly of Coyote Gulch, where shadows danced and desperation whispered, lived a group of boys known as The Street Rats. Abandoned, orphaned, and left to fend for themselves, they were the lost souls of the town, their survival a constant struggle. Some, driven by a desperate hope for a better life, sought their fortune in the Coyote Derby, their youthful faces hardening with the reality of their situation. They had witnessed the brutality of the town, the callousness of those in power, and the sheer desperation of those who lived on the fringes. Their fighting style was born from a hunger for a place in the world, a way out of the misery of the streets.

The Brotherhood of the Blade – part of/ trains with

From the darkness, a group of young men emerged, their bodies honed and their skills refined in the clandestine world of underground fighting. The Brotherhood of the Blade, their faces masked by the shadows and their movements as swift as a viper’s strike, were masters of the blade, their fights a brutal ballet of precision and death. They were a force to be reckoned with, shrouded in mystery and whispers of fear. They had their own reasons for participating in the Coyote Derby, reasons shrouded in secrecy, but their presence was a chilling reminder that even in the brutal world of Coyote Gulch, there were depths of brutality yet to be explored.

The Silver Creek Gang – wants to become

Emerging from the shadows of Silver Creek Canyon, the Silver Creek Gang was a different breed altogether. They were outlaws, men who lived outside the law and thrived on its edges. Their faces, obscured by wide-brimmed hats and a veil of secrecy, were as cold and calculating as the canyon they called home. Their fighting style was a study in deception and swiftness, a mix of intricate maneuvers learned in the shadows and the quick-draw skill honed in countless clandestine duels. The air around them hummed with a quiet tension, their reputation as dangerous as the canyons they ruled.

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Whispers circulated that the gang had recruited a few of the toughest teenagers from the town, those with a hunger for something more than mere survival on the streets. These young wolves, their eyes gleaming with a mix of ambition and fear, were drawn to the gang’s promise of power and a life free from the constraints of the law.

For 21 years before NASCAR started selling naming rights in 1971, its top stock-car racing championship was known as the Grand National, and the name lingered in public usage long after the series officially became the Winston Cup. Ten years later, Darrell Waltrip raced factory-backed Buick Regals to claim back-to-back championships in 1981 and ’82. So, it was in keeping with division general manager Lloyd Reuss’s thrust to move Buick’s image from a maker of cushy “doctors’ cars” to something more youthful and exciting when it unveiled the first Regal Grand National at NASCAR’s 1982 Daytona 500.

Just 215 first-year GNs were built, but then Reuss’s team launched a run of all-black Regal GN coupes that would culminate with the truly awesome ’87 GNX. “Tom Wallace was the vehicle chief,” recalls then–Buick assistant chief engineer Don Runkle, “and I had the engine side. My message to the group: ‘We have to beat the Corvette.’ ”

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Turbo Genesis
The turbo V-6 story goes all the way back to 1973 when Ken Baker, a young engineer in Buick’s test lab (he would later lead General Motors’ electric-vehicle program, then its research labs), started a Boy Scout Explorer program at the Buick engineering department. “I decided that a great project would be to turbocharge the recently revived V-6 with the capability of performance in lighter cars or fuel economy in larger cars,” he relates. “We begged, borrowed, and scrounged parts to build a dyno engine, then got a scrap Skylark and married the two. That project involved many engineers giving seminars to the [Scout] kids regarding their areas of expertise . . . and a car that was a blast to drive.”

1987 Buick GNX engineView Photos
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1987 Buick GNX intercooled V-6
Future Buick boss Reuss returned from a stint at Chevrolet in 1975 as chief engineer and soon called Baker into his office. “He asked about the secret Explorer project.” Baker recalls. “I thought it was the end of my career. ‘I’ve heard about that project,’ he said. ‘Is it any good?’ I described our performance and economy goals and two weeks later was asked to head a team—with engineers Tom Wallace and Jeff Lane—to put it into production.

“Then Reuss said, ‘How about doing a turbo V-6 Indy Pace Car?’ So, we went to work on production and pace-car versions. On the final commitment day for the Indy engine, assistant chief powertrain engineer Cliff Studaker came to the dyno for a power run, and we blew the top off the air cleaner with a major backfire! When we went to Lloyd’s office and gave him the update, he said, ‘Can we do it or not?’ I said, ‘Yes!’ And the rest is history, perhaps one of the most exciting technology reaches ever in a pace car. We had that V-6 boosted to 21 psi—more than the methanol-fueled cars in the race we were pacing—running on gas with a little octane additive, and it was a hit! Dan Gurney took it for a drive on the track, and after four flat-out laps, we had to replace the tires! It was in the lobby of the Indy museum for quite a while.”

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Among the key new technologies on that 1976 Indianapolis 500 pace car’s engine were a knock sensor and pre-ignition control, “an early version of electronic spark control that helped it run at its limit without damage,” Baker explains. Rated at 165 horsepower, the turbocharged 3.8-liter V-6 first made it to production in 1978. The much hotter 200-hp Grand National would follow six years later.

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Other colors were considered, but the decision to make all GNs black gave them a sinister Darth Vader look. Don Hackworth, who replaced Reuss as Buick general manager in 1984, authorized a cool but controversial commercial showing a Grand National rumbling menacingly through a city at night to a Buick-ized version of the George Thorogood and the Destroyers song, “Bad to the Bone.” Buick built just 2000 copies of its ’84 Regal Grand National and 2102 for 1985—far short of demand.

1987 Buick GNXView Photos
GM Heritage Center|Car and Driver
“The next significant improvement was in 1986, when Ron Yuille and the Turbo Engine Group engineered an intercooler for the 3.8 Turbo SFI V-6,” wrote Martyn L. Schorr in his book, Buick GNX. With a new two-piece aluminum intake manifold that increased airflow by 10 percent, the engine was rated at 235 horsepower and 330 lb-ft of torque for ’86, then 245 horsepower and 355 lb-ft for ’87.

Car and Driver’s April 1986 review began: “Corvette, get outa town. Mustang, move over. Camaro, keep your back to the wall at all times. The biggest, baddest gun west of the Pecos is loose in the streets, and there’s gonna be some shootin’….” C/D clocked a 4.9-second zero-to-60-mph run, quicker than a contemporary Corvette, most U.S.-market Ferraris, and even the Lamborghini Countach. Its quarter-mile was also impressive at 13.9 seconds. But C/D’s tech team calculated that the test car’s engine was actually pumping out something like 290 horses versus the advertised 235, so it may have been tweaked by Buick engineers.

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Ed Mertz became Buick general manager in 1986, and GM’s aging rear-wheel-drive mid-sizers ceased production in 1987 to be replaced by new GM10 front-drive models for 1988. But Buick extended its Grand National build through the end of that year to satisfy demand. A total of 20,740 GNs were built for 1987 (versus 5512 in 1986). Of those, exactly 547 would be converted to GNXs.

A Big Last Hurrah
The GNX happened because then–chief engineer Dave Sharpe, advanced concepts manager Mike Doble, and project engineer Chuck Jensen badly wanted it. “Tim Logsdon, my boss at the time, pulled me into Dave’s office and said, ‘We want to build a Grand National to end all Grand Nationals to celebrate the end of its run,’ ” Doble recalls. “The original number was 200. Then we said, ‘Let’s make 500 because of the Indy 500 and the Daytona 500.’ Then, because of special dealership incentives, Mertz told me to make 547.”

1987 Buick GNXView Photos
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Buick teamed with ASC/McLaren to build the ultra-hot GNXs to avoid disrupting normal engineering and production and worked hard to make the cars not just faster but substantially better than the ’87 GN on which they were based. The objective was to build the quickest ever GM production sedan—or, as was written in an internal presentation, “to create a limited-production Buick Grand National that achieves a memorable place in the history of high-performance automobiles, one that car collectors will want to own and that automotive writers will never forget.” Through improved engine controls, freer-flowing heads, low-restriction exhaust, and upgrades to the (Garrett AiResearch) turbocharger—including a lightweight, faster-responding ceramic turbine wheel—output was boosted to a muscular 276 horses and 360 lb-ft of torque.

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The body was stiffened, the rear suspension redesigned (with a longitudinal torque bar and a lateral Panhard rod, plus stiffer springs, shocks, and stabilizer bars), and the wheels and tires upsized to 245/50VR-16 front and 255/50VR-16 rear on special aluminum wheels (the ’87 Grand National had 15-inch wheels) to better handle that torque and improve stability. Also added were a transmission oil cooler, composite fender flares, and Stewart-Warner analog gauges (including tachometer, oil pressure, coolant temperature, and turbo boost) in a modified cluster. Functional front-fender louvers helped lower underhood temperatures; the all-black exterior was set off by bold GNX badges on the grille, decklid, and wheel centers; and each GNX got its own serial-number plaque on the passenger-side dashboard.

The original 500 GNXs were allocated to Buick’s 500 top-selling dealers (out of roughly 2700 at the time), “but well more than 500 wanted one,” said then–assistant general sales manager Darwin Clark. “And we had the Select Sixty program, where Buick dealers competed to be among our top 60. But only 47 dealers qualified for Select 60 in 1986, and Mertz promised each of them an extra GNX. Sharpe and I said, ‘How are we going to come up with 47 more?’ But ASC/McLaren was able to do it.”

1987 Buick GNXView Photos
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Getting media into the GNX was a challenge. With all 547 allocated to dealers, none were available for Buick’s press fleets. So, in January 1987—before the program had final approval and well before the prototypes were fully developed—Larry Gustin (newly promoted to news-relations manager) invited key magazines one at a time to GM’s Desert Proving Ground in Arizona to spend a day with two prototypes—one for driving, the other for photography. Car and Driver (May 1987) recorded a 4.7-second zero-to-60-mph run and a 13.5-second quarter-mile at 102 mph. Mertz later agreed to surreptitiously send one production GNX to Schorr, who was then Buick’s East Coast PR rep, for Popular Mechanics and a few others to test.

When the program finally was approved and development completed, some of the dealers who got GNXs chose to keep them, while others charged premiums of as much as $20,000 over their $29,290 sticker (which was already $10,995 over the $18,295 list for a fully optioned ’87 Grand National). One reportedly sold for $75,000. But this baddest Buick Grand National was not just a hoot to drive but also hugely historically significant. The last old-school American muscle car, it was uniquely powered by a high-tech harbinger of the displacement-downsized, turbo-boosted, federal-regulations-driven, high-fuel-economy future.

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Appearance, Personality, Goals, Motivations, Strengths, Weaks, Faults, Abililties, Backstory, Quicks, Favorites, Personal Views, Character Arc Sayings, Sayings, Dialogue Examples,

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Chandler “The Butcher” Rawlins

Age: 17

Appearance: Chandler is a towering figure, easily a head taller than most men in Coyote Gulch. His physique is lean and wiry, a testament to years of hard labor and countless brawls. He’s a mountain of muscle, with broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and arms that could break a horse’s neck. His skin is tanned and weathered, lines etched around his eyes from squinting into the desert sun and nights spent staring into flickering firelight. He favors a short, bristly auburn haircut, the spikes aggressively gelled, and often wears a black muscle tee, the fabric stretched tight against his muscled frame, or a cut-off shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He’s almost always adorned in faded, black denim jeans, stained and scuffed from countless scrapes and encounters. His boots are worn and dusty, the leather creaking with every step.

Personality: Chandler is a volatile mix of aggression and cunning. He lives for the thrill of the fight, his fists and words equally quick and dangerous. He speaks in a coarse, gravelly voice, peppering his sentences with colorful oaths and slang. He’s fiercely independent, distrusting anyone who isn’t as hardened and street-smart as he is. Underneath his bravado lies a simmering rage, a product of his harsh upbringing and a deep-seated bitterness towards those who hold power and privilege.

Goals: Chandler’s aspirations are as boundless as the desert he calls home. He wants nothing less than to climb to the top of the food chain in Coyote Gulch, to become the most feared and respected man in the town. He sees the Silver Creek Gang as the perfect vehicle to achieve this. Their power, their ruthlessness, and their willingness to break every rule are intoxicating to him.

Motivations: He’s driven by a hunger for power, fueled by years of being pushed around, overlooked, and marginalized. He yearns for the respect that comes with being feared. He wants the freedom from the misery and desperation that defines his life in Coyote Gulch. His desire for revenge against those who have wronged him, both the petty and the powerful, burns fiercely within him.

Strengths:

  • Physical Prowess: Chandler is an incredibly strong and skilled fighter. Years of scrapping on the streets and training with the Brotherhood of the Blade have made him a formidable opponent.
  • Ruthless Determination: He’s fearless and doesn’t shy away from violence. He possesses a relentless drive to achieve his goals.
  • Street Smarts: Chandler has an uncanny ability to read people and situations, allowing him to anticipate moves and stay one step ahead. He knows the dark corners of Coyote Gulch like the back of his hand.

Weaknesses:

  • Impulsivity: His quick temper and hunger for revenge often lead him to make rash decisions.
  • Lack of Trust: Chandler struggles to build genuine relationships, constantly fearing betrayal. This makes it hard for him to form lasting alliances.
  • Emotional Scars: Despite his tough exterior, Chandler is plagued by inner demons, haunted by his past and the injustices he has endured.

Faults:

  • Arrogance: Chandler’s confidence often borders on arrogance, which can blind him to his own weaknesses.
  • Cruelty: He takes pleasure in inflicting pain on others, a cruel streak that stems from his own suffering.
  • Disregard for Rules: He has no qualms about bending or breaking the law, a quality that will ultimately become his downfall.

Abilities:

  • Hand-to-Hand Combat: Chandler is a master of street brawling. He’s adept at using his fists, feet, and any object within reach as a weapon.
  • Knife Fighting: He’s trained in the use of knives by the Brotherhood of the Blade, wielding them with precision and deadly accuracy.
  • Survival Skills: He’s learned to navigate the harsh desert environment, relying on his wit and resourcefulness to survive.

Backstory: Chandler was born and raised in the squalor of Coyote Gulch. His parents, both rough and tumble characters, died when he was young, leaving him an orphan. He spent his childhood scrapping with other street kids, stealing food, and learning to fend for himself. He discovered his love of fighting in the underground brawls, a brutal proving ground for the town’s toughest.

Quips:

  • “If you ain’t talkin’ loud, you ain’t talkin’ right.”
  • “Don’t trust nobody, ‘specially not the ones who smile too much.”
  • “Everythin’ in this town’s got a price, and mine’s goin’ up by the day.”

Favorites:

  • Weapon: A wicked-looking Bowie knife, its handle scarred and worn.
  • Drink: Cheap whiskey, the stronger the better.
  • Music: Rowdy saloon tunes, played loud and raucous.

Personal Views:

  • On the Law: He considers the law a joke, a tool for the powerful to oppress the weak.
  • On Violence: He sees violence as a necessary tool, a way to maintain control and get what you want.
  • On Loyalty: Loyalty is a fickle thing in Coyote Gulch, and Chandler is as likely to betray an ally as he is to defend them.

Character Arc:

Chandler’s arc is one of ambition, violence, and self-destruction. As he ascends the ranks of the Silver Creek Gang, he becomes increasingly ruthless and power-hungry. He embraces the darkness within, becoming a monster fueled by hatred and revenge. However, as he falls deeper into the abyss, he begins to question his choices, experiencing a gradual shift in his worldview, a slow dawning of a sense of guilt and self-awareness. This internal conflict ultimately leads to a violent showdown, where he must confront his past and face the consequences of his actions.

Sayings:

  • “Whiskey makes the world a better place, one shot at a time.”
  • “Talkin’ don’t get nothin’ done. Fightin’ does.”
  • “Coyote Gulch ain’t for the faint of heart. You either sink or swim, and I ain’t no damn fish.”

Dialogue Examples:

  • “Listen up, you punks. I’m lookin’ for trouble, and I ain’t afraid to find it.”
  • “You call that a fight? You gotta put some teeth in it, son.”
  • “I’m gonna make ’em pay for what they did to me, every last one of ’em.”