Kirk était assis à l'intérieur de sa voiture de vol stationnaire stylisée garée juste à l'extérieur du premier de ses magasins d'armes étiquetés comme il se doit « Gun-ho! ». La voiture a été faite pour avoir l'air d'une Ford Torino, mais ce n'était pas le cas. Sans les roues, c'était comme conduire n'importe quelle vieille voiture, mais hélas, les roues étaient une chose du passé et si Kirk devait rattraper l'avenir, il le ferait avec style. Les sons du Dr. Feelgood jouaient légèrement en arrière-plan alors que la fumée remplissait lentement l'air et était aspirée à travers un petit port qui conduisait à l'échappement à l'arrière de la voiture. Les voitures volantes avaient leurs avantages, Kirk l'admettrait.
Il a pris la cigarette de sa bouche alors qu'il se lançait à l'holopad. Sa vision était en train de s'aggraver, s'il avait 20 ans de moins, il aurait probablement appelé lui-même 'Grand-père' à l'époque comme une sorte d'insulte maladroite. Si Kirk écrivait des mémoires, ils seraient remplis de paragraphes dignes de ce nom sur lui essayant d'être cool ou d'essayer de faire une doublure avant ou après avoir tué quelqu'un. Il soupira, fermant l'holopad et, à son tour, l'article sur les quais ou un autre animal aujourd'hui éteint. Il a tordu la clé dans l'allumage et mis la voiture en route. Il a conduit lentement dans la nuit, la pluie glissant sur son pare-brise seulement pour qu'il soit jeté par les essuie-glaces. Il aimait la pluie, il a pu voir des trous du cul s'imprégner pendant qu'il se moquait d'eux du confort de sa voiture.
Il a garé sa voiture juste devant un restaurant. Il a dû tuer le temps avant de rentrer à la maison, la vieille femme qui est restée dans l'appartement à côté de lui voudrait avoir une discussion et l'inviter pour le thé et autant que Kirk ne voulait pas entrer, il n'a pas eu le cœur de lui dire "non". Il a quitté sa voiture et s'est tenu sous le toit général du restaurant juste à côté de l'allée. La cigarette n'a été faite qu'à mi-chemin. Il aimait se tenir sous la pluie de temps en temps, même si c'était artificiel.
Name: Kirk Chin
Gender: Male
Character Type: Human
Appearance:

Kirk is a rather short man of a slightly muscular build. His hair is a shaggy and of medium cut. He is almost always seen wearing some sort of suit, his reason behind this being that he always wants to look on point, even when faced with death. Scars litter his hands from numerous failed attempts at lockpicking during his early years.
Career: Revolutionary/Gun dealer owner
Skills: 
-Sufficient at shooting
-Able to break into homes/cars
-Can lockpick
Personality:
-Charismatic
-Cocky
-Arrogant
-Obliging
-Cautious
Bio:
Kirk was born to a rather poor family. His father was a butcher who had came to America directly from China while his mother was an American of Chinese descent working in a car wash that laundered money for a local gang lord. Kirk's brother, Douglas was born two years after he was and Kirk took it upon himself to be as brotherly as possible. Which essentially means poking fun at Douglas whenever he saw fit. Kirk's mother and father tried their best to keep them out of any crime or gang related business, but in a poor neighbourhood like the one they lived in, it was just about inevitable for them to commit some sort of crime.
They were both recruited into the gang that laundered money through their mothers carwash. Kirk excelled in stealth while his brother excelled in the more brutal and loud part of the job. Kirk would often joke that 'He ain't heavy, he's my brother" whenever someone asked if Douglas was the 'heavy weapons guy'. Or at least, they did later on in their jobs, they started out as drug runners and gradually worked their way up. It was only at the ages of 21 and 19 that Kirk and Douglas got their big break and began to get in on the action. They each had the same job to prove themselves though, one that drastically changed their lives for the worse. They were forced to kill an undercover cop each, Douglas took it a bit better than Kirk did. Kirk almost attempted suicide after the event while Douglas took it in stride and carried on with his daily life.
The revolution began shortly after this. Kirk had considered joining every now and then but the leader of the gang was strongly opposed to anyone joining and raising any attention to the gang itself. He'd tried to help any revolutionaries he met along the way as much as he could though, even if it was just some spare bus change.
Kirk stayed with the gang for another six years before he began to consider leaving to work on his own. He would do much more than leave after a series of events transpired though. Douglas had been apprehended by the police after a drug bust and was forced to work undercover for the cops or be put in jail for a length of time that was essentially a death sentence. The gang leader found out and ordered Douglas' death, sending Kirk over the edge. He planned his revenge in silence for several months before acting. The gang's leader was meeting with a rather corrupt politician to make a deal about the police force turning a blind eye in return for a steady supply of drug shipments. Kirk had planned the entire situation out. He disguised himself as one of the leaders bodyguards and had planted makeshift sticky bombs at select locations around the warehouse that they met. He blew the charges, taking care of the other guards along the politician and any exits the leader could escape from. Kirk beat him to death there and then and quickly made his escape through a manhole leading to the city sewers where he had stashed a spare suit and a place to exit in order for his alibi to be complete.
With the leader gone the gang quickly broke down and fell apart leading to Kirk having a surge of business coming his way. He stole from the rich and gave to himself. His prize possession being an exact remake of the famous Ford Torino. He used the money he gained from stealing in order to finance his own gun dealership. He joined the revolution shortly after he had gained enough profit to go higher than breaking even and began to stop stealing until he had no need to anymore. He now helps to train any revolutionary who wants to be trained in the art of stealth along with supplying the revolutionaries with weaponry, at a discount of course, can't give everyone a free gun. He recently opened a pawn shop that has been slowly getting off the ground since he opened it.
OPTIONAL
Likes:
-Hamburgers
-Muscle cars - preferably from the 70s
-Pistols
-Nice suits
-Guitars
Dislikes:
-Big Business
-Techno
Theme Song: Milk and Alcohol
Other: REBORN