Name: Christopher Jenkins
Age: 34
Birthday: April 15th
Gender: male
Category: Villain, Citizen
Class: n/a
Grade:n/a
College Major: n/a
Appearance Description:
Black hair
Always smirking
Slightly tanned skin
Shirt black hair
Light Blue eyes
Muscular build
6'3
Personality Description:
Charmining
Selfish
Violent
Obsessive
Manipulative
Protective
Sneaky
Caring
Vindictice
Intelligent
Fearless
Powers:
Tactical Analysis - create complex strategies and plans several steps ahead of the opponent by anyalyzing the situation and opponent , he is able to apply this to everything he does. MAkes him very charismatic.
Half shadow creature - Because of his mother who was a shadow beast, taking the form of a large panther and able to manipulate shadows, Chriss can do all of that besides make a full form. He can absorb the shadows and uses them to mask himself and he can
Shdow travel It's a very uncomfortable form of travel, and has the tendency to keep you in the shadows.
Biography:
The Drunk-
Christopher wasn't a stranger to the horrors of Alcohol and what it did to the people you loved. He slowly but surely watched his mom succumb to Alcohol. The first Time he realized what a bad thing Alcohol was he was four and his grandma had came over to watch him. His father had disappeared three weeks before and his mom had been sad. He watched from a distance as his grandmother lead his mother from the couch to the bed, held her hair while she vomited, and cooked for him. All she said was that mommy was sick and that she would get better, only she didn't get better. Nope, instead she got worse. Then his father came back and her drinking seem to get better only it didn't. She was adept at sneaking away for a glass of wine or two. Soon the empty bottles in the wine cellar were just that...empty bottles. His father was rarely home and when he was, all they did was fight. The kind that left broken dishes scattered across the kitchen floor when he came downstairs for breakfast. No matter how many times you swept the floor there was always that one piece that cut you when you least expecting. It was actually his mother who surprised him, she left...one fight and a few hurtful words and she packed and left. There's a note in the bottom of his box of memories, right next to her death certificate he never opened it. Like it would explain why she thought drugs and alcohol was more important, like it would heal the wounds she left when she walked out the door. Even though he couldn't blame her, he hated her for not taking him with her, even if it was probably for the best he stayed with his father.
The Girl
It was her eyes, those were the first things that he noticed about her. He was eight years old, and he wanted nothing more to keep looking at them. Then he saw her hair, a golden curtain of slightly curly and most definitely silky hair. He could tell without even touching that it would feel soft if he would touch it. However they just met and that would be weird, when she told him her name he kind of snickered. He had never heard it before and it was unique like her and he liked it. He had never felt such and intense urge of mine in his entire life. He showed her around the house, the swimming pool, the treehouse, all the rooms. He even let her touch his controller because everyone knew that his controller was his. It wasn't a shock that he shared everything with her and only her. He told her that she was free to come over anytime, way before his dad had invited her over to explore or eat up the food if she wanted a changed of scenery. It was in that moment that he was positive the only girl for him was Abia, however things don't ever really turn out that way and he had to move away, focus on buiness he never made it offical.
The Father
His father was the type of man who when he talked you listened. There was no if ands or butts and by watching and wanting to be as tough as him, Christopher adopted the same aura. He grew into a strong young man, just as his father was a strong man. He never changed his mind no matter how bad the idea was and he never regretted his mistakes. He saw them as something to learn from and boy did he learn from them. He taught his son the business, how to make friends, contacts, destroy the enemy and when he wasn't at school during the breaks, the summers, and just walking around Manta carlo he was meeting with people at the random resturants, and handling business for his father. He had the knack for having smooth business deals, for getting Yeses from people who always said No.
His father was the type of man who told Chris to learn from his mistakes, that even though they were bad people that didn't mean they had to act like monsters, even so Christopher adopted his cold and calculative demeanor, his efficiency and ruthlessness. By the time he was seventeen, he hadn't once gotten busted or lost out on deal, It was all in what his father taught him, to pin it on the competition and make yourself seem like and upstanding citizen through charity work. It was a pity that he didn't even see it coming when his father died, right after his graduation.
The business
His father moved on, and died, the operation going to some guy he barely knew and he was alone with his contacts and money. So what did he do? He joined the rival company because he was pretty sure that the man running his father's business set him up. He made sure to switch the funds, bring the contacts and dealers he knew to the company, and worked his way up. He helped the company gain trustworthy suppliers, and expand not only on the island but also, to other parts of the world. After joining up with a rival business he left to America to expand. He also managed to kill the person who killed his father. He found routes that helped with trafficking drugs. liquor, and weapons. He even met a shady dragon handler during his travels which made it a lot easier to get dragons and sneak them in as pets or familiars for stuff.
He also did a lot of smiling and biting his tongue, showing Jericho Fredricks that he was the right person for the job. That coupled with his Highscores, lack of criminal record, and his tendency to get the job done 100 percent of the time and he was put as a test trial when the previous director died. It was meant to be temporary until they found someone older and more experience only Christophers was so good, that it was decided that they shouldn't fix what wasn't broke. It's been 16
years year since he started, working at the corporation. Five years A few phony wills ago coupled with a solved murder and, Chris was head of one of the biggest corporation on the island, though it's up for grabs what they actually do. He changed the name to Jenkins Corp.
Still the girl
Even when he was away from her he thought about her. He thought about buying a new house and spending the rest of his life with her. Only he kept worrying over her being at school by herself. They had never spent so much time apart, he had never not seen her everyday. He sent her gifts, flowers, chocolates...letters. Just so she knew that he didn't forget about her but he strayed. He fell into the trap of beautiful woman...of getting what he wanted because he could. It didn't help that he was always getting his way. Even then he thought about her, none of the flings lasted too long, it was always her that he thought about. He was counting the days until they reunited and then...he heard the news of other guys talking to her...wanting her and thinking that just because he wasn't there that meant she was fair game...it mean that she was up for grabs. He had to make sure that she knew that she was his, that there was nothing wrong with him wanting to know everything she did and who she was with. He was just protecting her, protecting her from those that weren't worthy of her.
The Obsession
He didn't know why but he couldn't let her go. He knew that she'd be better off with someone else. He knew that he was probably a really bad boyfriend for cheating but at the same time he didn't want to leave her alone. He loved the way she laughed and how he eyes light up when she smiled. How her blush went all the way down to her chest past the part of her shirt neckline. He couldn't help but want to see how far he could make it travel. He loved the way she bit her lip, and how her lips parted when she was confused or surprised.
Why is it always the girl?
He had to come, he knew that just sending her gifts and giving her attention wasn't enough...she told him as much.
Age: 34
Birthday: April 15th
Gender: male
Category: Villain, Citizen
Class: n/a
Grade:n/a
College Major: n/a
Appearance Description:
Black hair
Always smirking
Slightly tanned skin
Shirt black hair
Light Blue eyes
Muscular build
6'3
Personality Description:
Charmining
Selfish
Violent
Obsessive
Manipulative
Protective
Sneaky
Caring
Vindictice
Intelligent
Fearless
Powers:
Tactical Analysis - create complex strategies and plans several steps ahead of the opponent by anyalyzing the situation and opponent , he is able to apply this to everything he does. MAkes him very charismatic.
Half shadow creature - Because of his mother who was a shadow beast, taking the form of a large panther and able to manipulate shadows, Chriss can do all of that besides make a full form. He can absorb the shadows and uses them to mask himself and he can
Shdow travel It's a very uncomfortable form of travel, and has the tendency to keep you in the shadows.
Biography:
The Drunk-
Christopher wasn't a stranger to the horrors of Alcohol and what it did to the people you loved. He slowly but surely watched his mom succumb to Alcohol. The first Time he realized what a bad thing Alcohol was he was four and his grandma had came over to watch him. His father had disappeared three weeks before and his mom had been sad. He watched from a distance as his grandmother lead his mother from the couch to the bed, held her hair while she vomited, and cooked for him. All she said was that mommy was sick and that she would get better, only she didn't get better. Nope, instead she got worse. Then his father came back and her drinking seem to get better only it didn't. She was adept at sneaking away for a glass of wine or two. Soon the empty bottles in the wine cellar were just that...empty bottles. His father was rarely home and when he was, all they did was fight. The kind that left broken dishes scattered across the kitchen floor when he came downstairs for breakfast. No matter how many times you swept the floor there was always that one piece that cut you when you least expecting. It was actually his mother who surprised him, she left...one fight and a few hurtful words and she packed and left. There's a note in the bottom of his box of memories, right next to her death certificate he never opened it. Like it would explain why she thought drugs and alcohol was more important, like it would heal the wounds she left when she walked out the door. Even though he couldn't blame her, he hated her for not taking him with her, even if it was probably for the best he stayed with his father.
The Girl
It was her eyes, those were the first things that he noticed about her. He was eight years old, and he wanted nothing more to keep looking at them. Then he saw her hair, a golden curtain of slightly curly and most definitely silky hair. He could tell without even touching that it would feel soft if he would touch it. However they just met and that would be weird, when she told him her name he kind of snickered. He had never heard it before and it was unique like her and he liked it. He had never felt such and intense urge of mine in his entire life. He showed her around the house, the swimming pool, the treehouse, all the rooms. He even let her touch his controller because everyone knew that his controller was his. It wasn't a shock that he shared everything with her and only her. He told her that she was free to come over anytime, way before his dad had invited her over to explore or eat up the food if she wanted a changed of scenery. It was in that moment that he was positive the only girl for him was Abia, however things don't ever really turn out that way and he had to move away, focus on buiness he never made it offical.
The Father
His father was the type of man who when he talked you listened. There was no if ands or butts and by watching and wanting to be as tough as him, Christopher adopted the same aura. He grew into a strong young man, just as his father was a strong man. He never changed his mind no matter how bad the idea was and he never regretted his mistakes. He saw them as something to learn from and boy did he learn from them. He taught his son the business, how to make friends, contacts, destroy the enemy and when he wasn't at school during the breaks, the summers, and just walking around Manta carlo he was meeting with people at the random resturants, and handling business for his father. He had the knack for having smooth business deals, for getting Yeses from people who always said No.
His father was the type of man who told Chris to learn from his mistakes, that even though they were bad people that didn't mean they had to act like monsters, even so Christopher adopted his cold and calculative demeanor, his efficiency and ruthlessness. By the time he was seventeen, he hadn't once gotten busted or lost out on deal, It was all in what his father taught him, to pin it on the competition and make yourself seem like and upstanding citizen through charity work. It was a pity that he didn't even see it coming when his father died, right after his graduation.
The business
His father moved on, and died, the operation going to some guy he barely knew and he was alone with his contacts and money. So what did he do? He joined the rival company because he was pretty sure that the man running his father's business set him up. He made sure to switch the funds, bring the contacts and dealers he knew to the company, and worked his way up. He helped the company gain trustworthy suppliers, and expand not only on the island but also, to other parts of the world. After joining up with a rival business he left to America to expand. He also managed to kill the person who killed his father. He found routes that helped with trafficking drugs. liquor, and weapons. He even met a shady dragon handler during his travels which made it a lot easier to get dragons and sneak them in as pets or familiars for stuff.
He also did a lot of smiling and biting his tongue, showing Jericho Fredricks that he was the right person for the job. That coupled with his Highscores, lack of criminal record, and his tendency to get the job done 100 percent of the time and he was put as a test trial when the previous director died. It was meant to be temporary until they found someone older and more experience only Christophers was so good, that it was decided that they shouldn't fix what wasn't broke. It's been 16
years year since he started, working at the corporation. Five years A few phony wills ago coupled with a solved murder and, Chris was head of one of the biggest corporation on the island, though it's up for grabs what they actually do. He changed the name to Jenkins Corp.
Still the girl
Even when he was away from her he thought about her. He thought about buying a new house and spending the rest of his life with her. Only he kept worrying over her being at school by herself. They had never spent so much time apart, he had never not seen her everyday. He sent her gifts, flowers, chocolates...letters. Just so she knew that he didn't forget about her but he strayed. He fell into the trap of beautiful woman...of getting what he wanted because he could. It didn't help that he was always getting his way. Even then he thought about her, none of the flings lasted too long, it was always her that he thought about. He was counting the days until they reunited and then...he heard the news of other guys talking to her...wanting her and thinking that just because he wasn't there that meant she was fair game...it mean that she was up for grabs. He had to make sure that she knew that she was his, that there was nothing wrong with him wanting to know everything she did and who she was with. He was just protecting her, protecting her from those that weren't worthy of her.
The Obsession
He didn't know why but he couldn't let her go. He knew that she'd be better off with someone else. He knew that he was probably a really bad boyfriend for cheating but at the same time he didn't want to leave her alone. He loved the way she laughed and how he eyes light up when she smiled. How her blush went all the way down to her chest past the part of her shirt neckline. He couldn't help but want to see how far he could make it travel. He loved the way she bit her lip, and how her lips parted when she was confused or surprised.
Why is it always the girl?
He had to come, he knew that just sending her gifts and giving her attention wasn't enough...she told him as much.
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