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The McQueens

@dustinthesky

Dante was peacefully enjoying his coffee since it was Skye’s turn to get the kids lunches ready for school. They looked at each other as they heard a giant thump and screaming upstairs. Skye gave him a look that meant he had to deal with it.

Rachele Olivia Spade-McQueen

Music was a world all it’s own for Rachele. Her Mama used to sing to them when they were little just like her Dad had done for her. Her Grandpa Monty wasn’t an expert but he did have a lovely voice when he felt like singing. Her family was crazy, loud, and bright so she often enjoyed the calm that came with Grandpa Monty who was a sturdy beam that held their family together. But when it came to her love of fashion, Grandpa Wally was her go-to. Her Mama was a lover of fashion and indulged her eldest as much as her Papa had for her. Her favorite trip were going to the mall with Grandpa Wally. He was the one who encouraged her to keep going to singing classes after she humiliated herself when her voice cracked. 

He taught her to take herself less seriously and accept that mistakes happen. So she went back and before she knew it, she was living her dream. She’d done a lot of small time plays but her goal was broadway. Maybe. She had stage fright to top it all off. She enjoyed the backstage part of things like writing songs. Whether it was for plays or other singers. She’d written a couple of songs for the more famous people and she’d enjoyed it. The limelight wasn’t her thing even if both sides of her family had thrived in it. Rachele was glad to have a quiet day to herself while she did what she loved.

Age: 22

Birthdate: May 30th

Parents: Nikki Spade and Nina McQueen

Siblings: Blue, Wednesday, Francesca

Damian Michael McQueen

Damian was very much like his mother. He cared very little what people thought and was often the one who made a comment or pulled a prank. He was pretty carefree and very rarely involved himself in any kind of drama. He enjoyed his bed more than most things and he rarely argued with his sisters. His parents had kept their children out of the limelight. A very hard thing to do when two racing lines joined together. Three legendary grandparents, two famous parents and accomplished aunts and uncles, Damian had his work cut out for him if he was going to stand out. For a time, he gave up trying to follow the giant footsteps ahead of him. He loved cars though. He was glued to the T.V. whenever a race was on and he was almost always at the track with his family. He just never felt good enough. Most of the time, he was helping out his Aunt Elise with her animal and environment conservation. He saw her love for the planet, as crazy as it was sometimes, and he agreed. After cars, his love was for nature and it’s creatures. He even had a pet crow he’d taken in and raised. 

His Dad gave him the keys to the Hornet when he turned 18. He almost cried. He knew the car had a lot of love in it and more than it’s share of history. It was there way of having Doc with them. Two generations later and the love the man had given still lingered. He’d helped his Dad and Granddad fix it many times and watched as it’d been overhauled to lengthen it’s life. It was just a car but for Damian it was a sign when he drove it for the first time and he found a picture of all 3 of his grandparents taken after Monty one a race. He’d come from a line of racers, both land and sky, and he felt the call. His Aunt Nina had the number 95 but his Granddad Monty happily gave him the number 51 after the great Doc Hudson. It was an honor. He cried. He dominated as a rookie and was the first rookie to win the Hudson Hornet Piston Cup. He never imagined himself doing anything else.

Age: 23

Birthdate: February 7th

Parents: Dante and Skye McQueen

Siblings: Victoria, Elizabeth