<b>Name:</b>Colton John Michael Jenkins<br/><br/><b>Gender:</b>Male<br/><br/><b>Clan:</b>Brujah<br/><br/><b>Status:</b>Deputy<br/><br/><b>Birthdate:</b>11/17/1926<br/><br/><b>Apparent Age:</b>30<br/><br/><b>RIP:</b>1956<br/><br/><b>Occupation:</b>King Pin<br/><br/><b>Ethnicity:</b>Caucasian (American)<br/><br/><b>Personality:</b>Colton has a very strong personal policy he abides by religiously: "we don't chase them, we replace them", and that holds true whether dealing in personal relations or professional ones, even more so now after his embrace. He's openly and sometimes aggressively arrogant, and ruthlessly hot headed when pushed too far. Although he is not one to ever back down from a brawl, Colton would much rather have someone else do his dirty work for him, and strike at his opponents when they are least expecting it and where it will hurt them the most.<br/><br/><i>Trait 1:</i>Selfish<br/><i>Trait 2:</i>Arrogant<br/><i>Trait 3:</i>Treacherous<br/><i>Trait 4:</i>Reticent<br/><i>Trait 5:</i>Headstrong<br/><br/><b>Appearance:</b><br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div><br/><br/><i>Height:</i>6'4"<br/><i>Weight:</i>180lbs<br/><i>Hair colour:</i>blond<br/><i>Skin colour:</i>olive<br/><i>Eyes:</i>light brown<br/><i>Body type:</i>athletic<br/><i>Pitch of voice:</i>gruff<br/><br/><b>Weaknesses:</b>blinding self-importance; temper; greediness; risk taker; possessive.<br/><br/><b>Strengths:</b>business savvy/entrepreneurial; salesmanship; cunning; intimidating.<br/><br/><b>Brief Biography/History:</b><br/>»<i>Before Embrace:</i>Colton started out with a rather bad hand growing up, with his mother leaving at a young age he had been left to his father who had the tendency to bend the law wherever he saw it needed bending. They lived in Atlantic City at the time of prohibition, and his father made ends meet by becoming awfully good at smuggling the outlawed beverages the public still so lavishly divulged in despite its legal standing. After the law was repealed profits from such distribution declined drastically, and searching for new means to get by, his father became involved in gun running and transportation of a newly scrutinized poison due to the Marijuana Tax Act of 1937. Over the next ten years the operation became a family business; they were the growers, the distributors, and the suppliers and business was good. But Colton was far more ambitious than his father, and saw that with a few tweaks he could work smarter, not harder, while still raking in all the profits and never having to leave the comfort of his own bed unless he truly wanted to, or the matter called for him to do so. When his father passed away, Colton was there to gain control of their small but profitable business, quickly growing his territory through force, both physically and just by simply plowing over any competition that presented itself, boasting quality over quantity.<br/><br/>»<i>After Embrace:</i>With the experimentation that ensued in the 60’s and 70’s, Colton began to create the empire he now stands at the head of. His reach expanded across the country, and on a few carefully planned occasions overseas. During the forty odd years he was allowed to, Colton moved wherever he saw the chance for profit. Making most of his fortune in the cocaine boom of the 80’s, he had spent those blissful years in the state of Florida, where the flow of his product into the United States would be most efficient and he could keep a firm choke hold on the other pipe lines that filtered in through the peninsula's shores. The 80's as a whole ushered in a population that was just as greedy as he was himself, only difference was he controlled the supply of what they demanded--which made him quite a rich man in his own right. Then with the embrace of the Miss Zyana Rivers in ’97, it suddenly rested on his shoulders to take responsibility of something he had not wished to be a part of, but felt the duty to do so for his sire, nonetheless, and moved to Vegas. He figured in his line of work Vegas would be a perfect fit, until he met the one he was meant to teach. The woman infuriated him beyond comprehension with her incessant need to disobey what was expected of her both as a vampire and as a Brujah. There was just no explaining to her that there are simply some things that must be honored, whether one’s personal opinion agrees with them or not. Colton had hoped that with her leaving Vegas he would be able to return to his own games, but when their sire offered him a deal that the greedy Brujah just could not turn down he agreed to the task given to him once again, and followed the almost uncontrollable woman to Atlanta two years later.<br/><br/><b>Reason for Embrace:</b>Making his living, rather successfully, in the black market of guns and drugs, he was seen as an asset into a world of wealth and power that not many of his day ever lived long enough to accomplish.<br/><br/><b>Goals:</b>Personally speaking, being a greedy man he always wants more of everything: money, power, women, and will do whatever is necessary to accumulate as much as possible of it all, no matter who he has to cross to do so. For the time being, though, his main priority, professionally anyway, is assuring nothing happens to the heiress, Zyana Rivers.<br/><br/><b>Relationship Status:</b>Single<br/><br/><b>Biggest Fear:</b>Losing his self-made empire, and everything that he has grown accustomed to that comes along with it.<br/><br/><b>Weapons:</b>Two butterfly knives he keeps on him at all times.<br/><br/><b>Fighting Skills:</b>If and when the time dictates for him to be violent he is explosive and would rather fight knuckle to knuckle, and with honor than use any weapons. He is remarkably good with his knives, but they are more used as a tool to frighten people with than attack (although he rarely needs to do this as he controls his minions with Majesty from his Presence Discipline).<br/><br/><b>Other:</b>Colton was rewarded in the 80's with one ghoul due to his loyal pushing of someone else's agenda, who he thought best to be his always trusty lawyer, Kramer. Upon moving to Vegas he was granted the permission to obtain a second ghoul for agreeing to see to Zyana's training, (though he is unaware how his sire convinced the Prince of Vegas to give him permission), and created himself a bodyguard who often times takes care of the business that Colton has no desire to do. But if he's in Atlanta, and responsible for the protection of someone else's possession, he has a right to be protected as well. Though he sometimes sees Zyana as his own childe, far more often than not he sees her as their sire's, and he'd rather not have to babysit the woman.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">***​</div><br/>"Who are you kidding? You know you want to show some of these young guns how it's done."<br/><br/>Colton rolled his eyes. "Dalton, if I wanted to, I would, but we're not fledglings anymore. What the hell do I have to prove?" He was dismissing the Brujah that accompanied him as the old warehouse buzzed around them with excitement of the up coming brawls. "Nah, I'll let them fuck themselves up. I'm sure they'll do the job just fine."<br/><br/>It was fight night, an age old tradition in a Brujah stronghold, and though Colton had spent many an evening throwing punches in the past, the past was just that, the past, and responsibility had had a way of changing arrogant behavior. Marcos had never approved of his participation in these events in first place anyway. With Colton being his first and only childe for some time, it had been clearly stated that he had no business throwing around his weight, nor did he have much of a reason to. After all, Marcos was their Primogen, and Colton his right hand, there was little need to further prove his superiority. As a younger vampire toying with his new found existence however, Colton hadn't really given a damn. Now though circumstances had changed and setting a desirable example had become prevalent.<br/><br/>"I don't know, man, some people be saying, maybe too much time training the princess of Vegas has made the mighty take-no-shit Colton Jenkins a little soft," the man retorted, boldly ignoring the way Colton slanted his eyes at him before holding his hands up in feigned surrender. "Not me of course, but people."<br/><br/>"Mhm, of course," Colton grumbled. "But yall can't blame me for the fact half of these idiots wouldn't know how to properly train a dog let alone a worthy Brujah, so let them run their mouth, we all know who has the chops to get the job done." Wrapping his long fingers around the neck of a bottle the two men shared, Colton took a healthy swig of tequila then to wash down his own bullshit.<br/><br/>Did it bother him what the rest of them said about behind his back since they lacked the guts to claim it to his face? Perhaps. His competitive ego made it hard to restrain himself at times, but what made it easy these days was knowing Marcos, and it was that which kept him in check. Colton had a reputation for being brazen, a bull, and justifiably intimidating to most who crossed paths with him, but since the embrace of Zyana Rivers, those traits had been kept on a much shorter leash and for good reason. The raven haired woman may have been his sire's childe, but she was all Colton's responsibility, whether he had liked it or not. Which truth be told he had not.<br/><br/>In fact, Colton loathed playing babysitter. There was a million and one things the Brujah brute would have rather been doing, but all of that took second place to what Marcos expected of him, and becoming Zyana's surrogate sire had become his new purpose.<br/><br/>"That girl isn't to blink without you knowing about it. Any of her short comings are now yours and if anything happens to her you will be the one to suffer the consequences thereafter. I'm leaving her in your hands only because I know them to be capable, but don't make me regret it, Colton. It would be a shame to waste such good crop," Marcos had threatened upon informing Colton of his new kindred sister. "From now on you exist only to teach and protect our darling Miss Rivers. I assure you, you will be rewarded handsomely should you be successful, but only once I deem your task complete and Megan has become a true Brujah of Vegas. Do you understand?"<br/><br/>Of course he had. With or without the promise of reward, Colton hadn't had a choice.<br/><br/>"Do you even know who's fightin' tonight?" Dalton asked, motioning for Colton to pass the liquor bottle.<br/><br/>"No idea," he took another drink before handing it over. "I'm just here for the show. Dealing with that princess has left me in serious need for some knock down drag out action that's not just miss priss kicking and screaming."