Your name is Jacob Lynch, age 17. You had short black hair, dark brown-amber eyes and a somewhat athletic build. You were a reasonably friendly and outgoing guy, though you were also a bit of a rebel at heart, yet was always willing to help those in need. You were also smart, tough, bold, daring, headstrong, adventurous and wasn't afraid to take on a challenge or get your hands dirty.
You grew up in Atlantic City, New Jersey. As a kid, you were quite close with your father, who taught you everything he knew about auto mechanics. He also taught you the tricks of the trade in various card games, such as poker, blackjack, baccarat.
Sadly, shortly after you turned 16, your father of cancer, leaving you with your mother. You took the loss especially hard, and wound up growing somewhat distant from your mother. A little over a year later, your mother decided to pack up and move out to the west coast. You currently resided in Los Angeles, California.
It had been a little over 6 months since you had moved, and you were still having a hard time adjusting to your new home. During that time, you had been working a number of odd jobs in your spare time, hoping to earn enough money to afford a car of your own.
After a while, you had managed to earn up to $5,000. You figured with this much cash, you could only afford a used vehicle. While you weren't entirely thrilled about it, you figured that any vehicle would do.
You browsed among the vehicles at a local used late one afternoon after school. While a good number of them looked too beat up for your liking, you figured there had to be a match for you somewhere. After searching for several minutes, one particular vehicle caught your attention,