“Look, I know what you’re thinking. Another brooding loner with a tragic backstory and a rusty bike, right? Wrong. Sure, the world’s gone to hell, but I’m not here to cry about it. I’ve got roads to burn, fights to pick, and parodies to endure along the way. This ain’t no doom-and-gloom dystopia, I’ll make you laugh and then leave skid marks on your soul.”
Rebel.
My Latest Stories
“Bones and I take a much-needed break, relaxation quickly turns into a whirlwind of dangerous rides, awkward encounters, and wine-fueled disasters. Chaos, of course, is always on the itinerary."
“When the past comes calling, it doesn’t knock- it kicks the door in. A gang boss with a grudge, a man who once had my back, and a fight I didn’t ask for. Welcome to my breaking point.”
“The Fireblade wasn’t just a bike; it was a challenge, a promise, and maybe… a second chance. I called in the only man who could bring it back from the brink—Bones. Old flame, old scars, and a past as complicated as the rusted bolts we pulled from its frame.
But some things, like old bikes and old flames, don’t come back without a fight.”
"Let me tell you a story—it’s got grease tins, slimy propositions, and well-placed knees to the groin. Discharge Files isn’t your typical noir—it’s absurd, it’s sharp, and yeah, it’s funny. Even I can laugh...sometimes.
But don’t be fooled—beneath the humor, there’s always a lesson. Curious? Step inside. I’ll show you."
"They say knowledge is power—well, so is a perfectly timed knee to the groin. Knee’d to Know is more than just a story—it’s a philosophy. Follow me as I turn a scrappy group of girls into a force to be reckoned with.
There’s sweat, grit, and just enough humor to keep things sharp. Ready to learn? Class is in session."
My Origins: Where it all started.
“Before the neon, the chaos, and the Fireblade, there was this: my story. No hero’s journey here—just a girl clawing her way out of the gutter and into the glare of a city that doesn’t forgive or forget.
This is where it all began. You want to understand me? Start here."
Neon, grit and absurdity: My World in images.
“Through every glowing steetlight and every scar, these images capture the chaos and beauty of my world.”
“So who am I? Rebel Vale. Street survivor, Fireblade rider, and chaos magnet with a knee that always finds it's target—trust me.
This world doesn’t define me—I define it. Stick around. You’ll see."
