Johnson

Johnson was originally from a planet called Varis, where he worked as a delivery driver. On his world, auto racing was the most illustrious sport, but the major races were almost entirely monopolized by the rich and elite. One day, while on a routine delivery, Johnson became mixed up in a race and even managed to win first place March, to the dismay of the wealthy patrons. To punish this upstart, they plotted for him to have an accident. While driving home a speeding truck sidelined Johnson's car, mangling his body with the twisted steel of the wreck. Miraculously, he survived, and chose to be integrated with his car to create a cyborg body. After a successful operation, he had a roaring engine as his new heart, and began racing to satiate his need for speed. As Johnson raced to his heart's content, he kept going faster and faster until he triggered the slip-space device secretly built into his chassis and crossed into the Land of Dawn. 512px|center Johnson was a legend on the world of Varis, a place where speed is everything. Here, the sport of auto racing was monopolized by the rich and elite until Johnson became the first commoner to shatter that mold. But just when he shocked the world by winning his first official race, he vanished without a trace. The only person who had a clue to Johnson's whereabouts was an old man who claimed to have ridden in his car. According to him, Johnson drove so fast that he tore open the fabric of space and went beyond the stars. However, all of those who have heard the story simply dismissed the old man as being senile. This old man lived an ordinary life and spent most of it in the slums of the city. He was a construction worker in his youth and helped build many of the city's extravagant sights, including the famous Varis Speedway racetrack. He earned a meager salary for his labor, but enjoyed gazing at the downtown lights and getting lost in their promises of a better life. Years and years passed, and he grew old. He could no longer work like he used to, but his debts continued to pile up. Visits from debt collectors became increasingly frequent and violent, and one night they came for blood. The old man ran with everything he had, but he felt like he was sinking in mud. This city that he helped build would surely give him a way out, right? Little did he know, his salvation was heading towards him at 180 miles an hour... "Hey, get in the car!" The old man was suddenly pulled into the passenger seat by a firm grip as his pursuers disappeared in the rear-view mirror. Everything happened so quickly that the old man only saw a flash of light, and thought he was finally going to meet his maker. When he came to his senses, he realized that the driver was just a kid. A young boy that filled up nearly the whole driver's seat. This was the old man's first time in Johnson's car. He had spent his entire life in Varis, but he had never seen the city like this; at least not at this speed. Johnson drove like he was posses