"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH MY BIKE, OR ELSE IM GOING TO GRAB THIS WRENCH AND STUFF IT RIGHT IN YOUR-!!"

— Lapina Noir when she saw an amateur playing with her bike.

Lapina Noir was born on the outskirts of Santa Rosa, when the megacity was still growing unchecked and the roads were expanding faster than the laws. Belonging to the Rabbitfolk race, she stood out from a young age for her unusually large and athletic physique, even by the standards of her species, which is marked by extreme sexual dimorphism where females dominate in size, strength, and temperament. From a young age, she understood that the world wouldn't be kind to her, but she didn't need it to be.

Her childhood was spent among makeshift workshops, dusty roads, and urban green spaces on the verge of disappearing. She learned to dismantle engines before she fully understood writing, and to ride long distances long before she grasped the city's racial politics. The innate curiosity of the Rabbitfolk led her to explore tunnels, hidden nature reserves, and forgotten trails, developing a deep respect for the balance between machine and environment.

During her adolescence, Lapina came into contact with other motorcycle gangs. Some were genuine communities of travelers; others, mere excuses for crime. The disappointment these last two caused her was decisive: she understood that a passion for motorcycles shouldn't be confused with gratuitous destruction. It was then that she began to gather like-minded people—humans and magical races alike—who shared a love for the open road, speed, and freedom, but also for responsibility.

Thus, the Lucky Feet were born. Lapina didn't proclaim herself a leader; she simply was. Her presence commanded respect, her mastery of the roads guaranteed safety, and her moral code was clear: no one harms civilians, no one destroys what they can't repair, no one turns the road into an unnecessary battlefield. Under her leadership, the gang gained notoriety for their long-distance races, their work controlling invasive magical pests, and their outright refusal to collaborate with corporations that devastated the environment.

In time, Lapina founded Garenes, a bar-garage that serves as a workshop, refuge, and neutral ground. There, mechanics, racers, urban wizards, Rabbitfolk, and weary travelers converge. Garenes isn't a place of unrestrained excess, but rather one of community, well-poured beer, meticulously maintained engines, and agreements sealed with respect.

Despite her introverted nature, Lapina feels most at home among her own. She's territorial, possessive of what she considers hers—her crew, her bar, her garden—and fiercely protective when someone threatens that balance. Although she tries to appear friendly and respectful, her Rabbitfolk cultural heritage emerges strongly in moments of tension, especially in her traditional view of the role of strength and survival.

Off the beaten path, Lapina dedicates time to tending her garden, participating in urban ecological restoration programs, and patrolling routes where invasive species threaten the magical ecosystem. This duality—machine and nature—defines her life and her philosophy.

Today, in her early thirties, Lapina Noir isn't seeking fame or expansion. Her goal is simple yet unwavering: to keep Santa Rosa passable, alive, and free... And maybe getting a mate.

Change log:

• Jan/17/2026: Changed the pfp