Kayuk Revirn

Kayuk is a thin, lithe girl of four feet, eleven and three-quarter inches, and ninety-three pounds, sopping wet. Somehow, she still manages to pack a punch in her small body. Chestnut brown hair touched with dark, midnight blue tips spike across her pale face, obscuring a set of chocolate brown eyes. Kayuk's clothing is practical yet stylish, befitting any hip, young mechanic's wardrobe: worn, oil-and-marker-stained coveralls, an equally stained tight white tank-top, a set of dark-tinted protective glasses which serve as sunglasses, and either graffitied Converse 'Chuck Taylor's' hi-tops or blackened and beaten black combat boots.

Personality

Nicknamed "Kray" by her peers, this peculiar sixteen year-old 'tom-boy' is extremely varied and unpredictable. Despite her immense aimless personality, she is always geared (forgive the obvious pun) somehow to cars, cars, and cars, with a little bit towards cars. Educated in nothing but motors and transmissions from birth, she is quick to act, yet still highly intelligent. On top of her slapdash tendencies, Kayuk is very animated and chipper, especially when she breaks open her cursing dictionary.

History

Kayuk grew up in a type of foster family, following the disappearance of her father. She practically grew up in her foster family's garage, learning how to become an electrician, a welder, a mechanic, and a driver. All of her skills came with a foul mouth to match. When her father came back into the picture at thirteen, she continued to be maniacal about cars, and both of her parents fully supported her.

Kayuk Revirn's Story

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# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 07:54:39, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn shoves her way through the door and stomps inside, the pleasant aroma of motor oil and gasoline wafting in with her. The scent was not over-bearing, but it did permeate the air around the small girl. To her, it was better than any perfume, the smell of hard work. As usual, Kray was dressed in her oil-spattered coveralls, equally stained tank-top, and battered black combats. Despite her rather unappealing attire, she carried herself with an air of one dressed in the latest fashion. Beneath midnight blue-tipped spikes of hair, Kray's chocolate brown eyes flashed around the new bar she had found. With a sigh, she made her way over to the bar and sat. "Bartender!" She said loudly, "Get me a fuckin' whiskey!"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 08:09:14, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn looked up, catching the glance from the woman. Sensing the woman's discomfort, Kray couldn't help but flash a slightly sinister, yet friendly smile. In truth, she wasn't completely anti-social; even working on engines and transmissions day and night lost its charm after a while of being alone. "You're not accustomed to the scent of hard work, I see," Kray observed, speaking jovially.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 08:20:15, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn laughed at the woman's pointed comment. Brushing back the midnight blue spikes from her eyes, she continued to smile. "I don't see the point in getting all dressed up and pretending to be what I'm not," Kray spoke softly, but there was a sense of strength in her voice as well. "I'm not some damned lady of the hour or any of that bullshit. I'm a mechanic, a driver, a welder, and an electrician."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 10:28:28, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn drifted into the bar, the familiar and pleasant scent of gasoline and motor oil wafting about her tiny form. After the earlier conversation she had, Kray decided to change into an old beat-up pair of blue jeans that seemed at least two sizes to big for her, and a tight t-shirt with the Chevrolet "SS" badge on the front. With a glance around at all the unfamiliar faces, the lonely mechanic made her way up to the bar. "Hey, bartender!" Kray said sharply, with a sense of strength despite her size. "Get me a fuckin' whiskey, would ya?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 10:38:45, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn yawns loudly and stretches, her shirt lifting up slightly to reveal a pale, toned stomach. Sighing, she reached for her whiskey and took a swig. "Here's to breakfast," Kray muttered, leaning back and draining the glass. "What a damn fine breakfast, too..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 10:53:06, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn glanced sidelong at the peculiar entrance of Sophia, her father's training kicking in as she saw the flash of the dagger and the tell-tale information hungry eyes. This woman was a bounty hunter, Kray could easily tell, even if most of her life's devotion to cars. Anxiety and fear were two things she rarely, if ever, experienced. There was a price on her head, like the rest of her family, but Kray felt a bit of a rush, knowing she could possibly be recognised. "Well, perhaps this will be an interesting day after all," she murmured, draining her second glass of whiskey.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 11:28:52, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn smirked devilishly as she poured herself another glass of whiskey. This was fast turning into a game of wits. The only unknown factor in this game was that this bounty hunter might actually know of her and her family. Kray sipped her whiskey slowly, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable beneath the scrutiny the woman was putting her under. But, she had to play it cool, so as not to give herself away immediately.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 11:46:28, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn relaxed when she realised that her actions were just as confusing and obscure as the bounty hunter's. Having never experienced a situation like this before, Kray nearly leapt from her seat when the woman approached her after readying the dagger. It wasn't that she was afraid of losing the potential fight, but her skills lacked a certain subtlety. The long-bladed knife tucked in her left boot was a cold reassurance for her. Lowering herself back into the stool, not even realising that she did sit up, Kray managed to flash a smile as the woman refilled her glass. "I-I have a story?" She said, a bit weakly.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 12:03:59, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn leaned back in her seat fully, attempting to show that she was relaxed. The alcohol entering her bloodstream would further assist that attempt, but hopefully wouldn't muddle her senses. This was tricky, but it was nothing like drilling out an entire engine with corroded and stripped fastenings. Patience was key here, she thought, draining the last glass. "I'm just a bit out of my element here," Kray began, bolstered by the whiskey. "I'm normally lying on my back, beneath some beat-up car, with the garage stereo blaring..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 12:31:24, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn relaxed a bit more, feeling at ease even though she knew exactly what this bounty hunter was doing. Kray was the type of person who would only feel comfortable in a social situation if she could have some semblance of control over what happens. Here, she had control, because it was simple talking, no hostilities at all. "Well, I spent most of my childhood in the care of close family friends. It was a family of hard-workers," Kray said with a hint of pride. "I practically grew up in the garage, and learned a great many things. That's about it, really, I moved back with my father at thirteen and brought my grease-monkey trade with me. What about you, Miss...?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 13:04:04, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn smiled pleasantly, not at all alarmed by the blunt truth of Sophia. She stretched her tired muscles, once again her shirt lifted slightly to show a pale, toned belly. It was interesting how one could just devote themselves to hard work, and not worry about diet or exercise. "Well, if you couldn't already tell, I kind of figured that out, Miss Sophia," she said amicably, though beneath the surface she was quite prepared for the worst. "My name is Kray. Or, rather, that's kind of my street name, but everybody calls me by that..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 13:30:06, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn returned Sophia's smile with a rueful smirk, choosing to ignore the rudely interrupting man. This conversation was starting to get a little dangerous, but it was her own fault. The bounty hunter didn't know exactly who Kray was, yet she had revealed a bit of her guilt to the woman, so naturally the assassin would be suspicious. And now she wanted a confession, of sorts. "If you really want to know," Kray sighed, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and taking a long draught before continuing. "I am part of the Revirn family. I'm going to go ahead and assume you know our name by our reputation. That way I can save you a boring story about your own line of work..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-19 13:50:27, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn laughed gently at Sophia's comment. Fear had never been a factor in their entire conversation. All it took was patience and her wits to avoid a confrontation. "In all honesty, Miss Sophia, I really wasn't all that scared for myself. I was moreso worried about inadvertently revealing information about my family," Kray smiled. "I'm considered the baby of the family, and it would be fitting for something like that to happen. But, I trust you, because the rest of my family are in the same profession as you. I'll admit, I've done a few contracts myself, though it would never fully replace my real passion."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-05-03 08:07:57, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn viciously kicked open the door with a worn combat boot that seemed a tad too big for her, striding inside with a scowl playing across her thin, pale face. Kray wasn't exactly in a foul mood or anything of the sort; she was merely bored. A few things were bothering her, of course, but that just came with the trade of running a garage. Indeed, she had just came from her garage, still dressed in her ever-present oil stained coveralls, with an equally stained tank top underneath. With a small sigh, Kray shook her midnight blue tipped spikes of hair from her face, glancing around for a moment before making her way to the bar proper. The pleasant aroma of motor oil and gasoline subtly permeated the air around her as she sat.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-23 00:44:46, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn drifts in through the door, the pleasant scent of motor oil and gasoline permeating the air around her. Clad in her usual functional oily coveralls, a dirty tight tank top, and mangy workboots, Kray was the epiphany of the trendy mechanics. Flashing a small, yet bright smile, Kray made her way over to the bar counter and sat. "Barkeep!" She called sharply. "Get me a whiskey!"

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-05-06 00:57:45, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn drifts into the bar, the strong yet pleasant scent of gasoline and motor oil wafting around her. Indeed, it seemed the stuff was stained into her callused hands, and covered a lot of her mechanic's overalls. She glanced around, but saw nothing that immediately interested her. As she walked up to the bar, she lit a cigarette, adding more to the aroma that surrounded her. "Whiskey, leave the bottle," she chirped to the metallic barkeep that appeared when she sat at the bar.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-05-06 01:15:47, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn taking a deep swig of her whiskey, she glanced around the bar with her dark chocolate eyes. Nothing really caught her interest, but wait, was that a robot? Curiosity welled up within her, and also the desire to pull it apart and put it back together, just to learn how it worked (and to add her own modifications. Kray looked a little comical, frozen with a cigarette halfway to her lips as she stared openly.

Finishing her previous action, she grabbed the bottle and walked up to the man who was next to the robot. "That's a bloody pretty robot there," Kray said brightly.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-05-06 01:30:19, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn glanced between the robot and the strange man, trying to figure out if it was stolen property, or merely broken. The robot seemed in much better condition than its current 'owner', so the latter of the two was unlikely. Even if it was stolen property, she could easily remove any serial numbers or other identifying features after she brought it home to her garage. It was as easy as stripping a stolen car of VIN numbers and license plates, which she had done a time or two in her life.

After musing this over, Kray realised she surely didn't have enough cash in her pocket to afford the robot at the moment. No sane person walked into a bar with any more cash than they would be spending on booze. "What kind of small and pretty penny, mate?" She replied simply, acting as if she did have the kind of pretty penny the man was asking for with her.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-05-06 01:45:43, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn glared at the man, knowing if she made the first offer, she'd be paying ten times the robot's worth. It was an easy and deceitful trick employed by all kinds of merchants, be them honest or... not so honest. She herself had used it on the occasions in which she was short on cash and needed to sell one of her restored cars. Unfortunately for the hawker, Kray was a little more intelligent than he assumed.

"Seeing as how this robot is most likely stolen, the price of that pretty penny is lower than the original," Kray intoned airily, baiting the man. "I know for a fact that it is refurbished, but in much better condition than you. This thing will be priced at about sixty to seventy percent less than a brand new one, counting the hot property discount. If you ask for the price of a Mercedes Benz SLK55, I'm walking."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-05-06 01:57:17, as written by Riverstyx777

Kayuk Revirn smirked right back at the hawker, knowing he was probably lying about the price he obtained it for. But... Four hundred gold was too good an offer to pass up, even if it were more than the bot's actual current price. The '86 T-bird sitting out back was worth five hundred, since she had restored it, and would very well be accepted by the man, who seemed quite able to sell just about anything. Besides, she wasn't really attached to the car, and her garage was really only a few blocks away.

"Aye, I'll do you one better, since I don't have any tangible cash," Kray replied. "I'll give you the title and keys to a perfectly restored 1986 Ford Thunderbird, which will bring you at the very least five hundred for it. And, as an added bonus, it isn't even stolen. Well, as far as the government is concerned at least." Chuckling at her little joke, Kray lit another cigarette and waited patiently for the man's response.

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