Hyatt Jenkins

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Hyatt Jenkins

Nickname: “Hard” Hyatt, Judge Hyatt Jenkins
*Codename: The Judge
*Preferred name: Hyatt
Canon or Non-canon: Non-Canon
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Marital Status: Widower
Birthplace: Austin, Texas
Residence: New York
DOB: May 8th
Age: 32
Occupation: NY Detective
Species: Mutant
Classification: Rogue

Shown in the Light of Day

Height: 6’5’’
Weight: 200 lbs.
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Identifying features: A small scar on his right cheek from a bar fight.

Appearance:

On the job, Hyatt is always wearing a shirt-tie combo, every few days he’ll add a light blazer with his dress pants. Hyatt takes his appearance very seriously, always aware of being formal in public. Off-duty, the only thing that changes is his pants: jeans. He is always wearing Oxford boots.

Hyatt has a collection of cowboy hats, usually flat-brimmed and even after transferring to New York, he still wears it on duty. He has a short trimmed haircut with always a five o’clock shadow. When he’s just chilling at his apartment, Hyatt has a assortment of sports jerseys, all from Texas-based sports teams (Spurs, Cowboys, Stars, Mavericks).

*Uniform:

No uniform, just what’s described in his appearance.

Power Corrupts Absolutely

Mutation Type: Natural

*Powers:

Aura Detection: Hyatt can tell the intentions of another person with his mind. While interrogating a suspect or talking to someone important, he poses a question (whether verbally or mentally). Their intentions appear in colors to Hyatt, encompassing their entire body. Truth is blue, lie is red...If it’s a stand-off, blue means no intention to kill, red means kill. If another color turns up, there is some confusion either between the person’s intention or Hyatt’s read on the situation. The colors stay constant or can change with each equation asked.

Weapon Skill: Hyatt can watch anyone shoot a firegun (handguns and shotguns) or fire it himself once and instantly knows how to handle it: what ammo it takes, how to reload the most efficient way, anything he use to utilize it effectively. Early on in his career, it was just handguns, he’s always been fascinated by them. He also thought he was just a quick learner on firing them. The last few years he’s been picking up shotguns just as quick. He has a storage unit filled with his favorite handguns and shotguns in New York and in Austin.

Weaknesses:

• His aura read only last 2-3 questions, has to make them count.
  
• Still trying to understand what the other colors mean (green, yellow, purple, etc.)
  
• Will try to solve things amicably, but he knows he prefers force to solve things (simpler for him).
  
• Not big on explaining his actions, even in law enforcement.
  
• Gets emotionally-attached to cases with families murdered.
  

Getting to the Root of the Problem

Personality:

A quiet, Texas gentleman, Hyatt addresses everyone with “sirs” and “ma’ams”. He takes pride in his work, protecting the innocent, but not enough to show off his awards for bravery, doesn’t like show-offs. He keeps his problems to himself, only Jimmy Bean and Jack Daniels keeping him company if he’s feeling talkative.

With his aura detection, Hyatt’s reaction time (his “itchy” finger) has gotten a lot quicker. He can’t help it; if his mind is telling him someone’s going to shoot him at some point, Hyatt better shoot before. Hyatt knows his reputation as “The Judge” kind of hinders him in the long run, but he takes some pride in it. In Austin, some criminals have literally melted in from of him, begging for him not to shoot and surrendering. Also, any case that involves a family murdered, Hyatt takes to hart to find all involved and if he finds them, uses all the will-power he can not to kill them.

Lastly, Hyatt trusts his hunches on a case; his power helps him confirm them, though he doesn’t rely on them if he’s getting mixed signals.

Family:

Gregory Jenkins (father, deceased)
Beatrice Jenkins (mother, deceased)
Melissa Jenkins (wife, deceased)
Crystal Jenkins (daughter, deceased)

Family Influence:

His father ran a gun company, personally manufacturing handguns for law enforcement agencies in Texas (originally started by his Hyatt’s grandfather, Kyle). He passed on his knowledge of building guns to Hyatt when he was a teenager.

Background:

The only child of Gregory and Beatrice Jenkins, Hyatt grew up all around guns. Gregory inherited his father’s gun business, supplying the standard-issue handguns to local law enforcement, FBI, and the U.S. Marshals. Hyatt started firing his father’s Colt Python as age 11. By the age of 16, Hyatt was making his own guns for the company. Eventually, though, Hyatt grew tired of being cooped up in a building making guns all day (though, later in life he’d come back to it).

At 20, Hyatt became a police officer, working a beat on the streets of Austin for about four years. He earned the nickname “Hard” for breaking up fights (and starting a few of his own). However, when his parents died in a car accident in late 2003, Hyatt re-evaluated his bar-fighting reputation. He also gave the family business to a cousin. After a year, he got approved to detective. Hyatt also met and married Melissa Bradford during this time.

In February 2005, Hyatt caught a case involving the rape and murder of a 17-year old girl. There was no physical evidence linking any suspect, but everyone knew: Matt Hawk was the leader of a violent gang, robbing anything that made a pretty penny. Hyatt brought him in for questioning. Just looking at how Hawk handled himself in the precinct, Hyatt knew, just knew, but no damn proof. When Hyatt questioned where he was, Hawk answered was home alone, all night. “Bullshit,” Hyatt snared back. While Hawk rambled about sipping some Black Velvet that night, just enjoying his own fiction, Hyatt’s vision of the suspect changed: Matt Hawk’s body glowed red. Hyatt thought he was seeing things, shaking things off. That was until the next question he asked: “Why don’t you make easy for everyone…Just tell me you killed her.” Hawk looked Hyatt in the eyes and declared, “I killed her!” Now Hawk’s body glowed blue, which coincided with Hyatt’s feeling that he was guilty. He slammed Hawk’s face against the table and arrested him on the spot. “You really are as dumb as you look, Hawk.”

Over the next six years, Hyatt developed this “color-sensing” at he described it. They say you pick up on the same tells in interrogation after a while and the “red vs. blue” meanings became very apparent after a few more occurrences. His initial hunches about a criminal or case got verified by his power. He also came to terms about who he was. He heard the reports, read the news from across the country: Mutants, with these supernatural abilities and powers. “…And I grew up thinking cops were the superheroes.”

During this time his ability to learn a handgun (later shotguns) became apparent. His friends on the force would go out for target practice every few weekends, bringing various models. One guy fired six perfect shots with a Ruger Super Hawk Alaskan, first time Hyatt ever saw the weapon. “You’re looking at the only guy to do that with it,” the man bragged. Hyatt picked it up, inspected it, and after reloading the big-bore revolver, fired six perfect shots of his own. “…It’s a big toy, but nothing like a Mateba,” Hyatt laughed, throwing the gun back to its owner.

He and Melissa welcomed Crystal into the world on June 21st, 2008. Hyatt made it a point not to bring the job home and that included the Jenkins firearms. His “little darling” was not going to live that life, especially as his “officer-involved shootings” began to pile. Every few months Hyatt would be investigated by Internal Affairs, using deadly force too much to their liking. When he’d stand-off with a criminal, guns pointing, Hyatt would read the criminal’s intentions. It became simple: “blue was good, red they’re dead”. Internal Affairs labeled him “The Judge”, he was apparently deciding who lived and who died in Austin.

In June 2010, Hyatt started getting letters at work, no mailing address for the sender. They read, “I know what you are, freak,” and “Your secret’s out, Judge.” They even appeared at home and Melissa began to question him about it.”He don’t like my itchy trigger-finger, it ain’t anything.” He couldn’t tell Melissa about it, not after hearing about a lynching in Dallas earlier in the year. A man was…putting on a fires-show all by his lonesome in public, but Hyatt knew he was a mutant. He didn’t if he was going to get the same treatment if someone found out. On June 29th, it became something. Hyatt came home to find Melissa and Crystal murdered, shot full of lead, with a piece of paper between them. He wept over them for minutes before looking at the letter. It gave an address to a warehouse Hyatt knew from his beat-cop days. He didn’t tell the detectives about the letter when they showed up.

Days later, after he thought it was okay to go without raising eyebrows, Hyatt went into the warehouse, carrying his Mateba, and finding a man sitting behind a singular desk in an abandoned building. “Sorry, didn’t think I had your attention.” “Attention? You killed my wife, my little darling, for my attention?!” Hyatt pointed the Mateba right at him face, about three yards away. “Killing me ain’t gonna stop it, Mr. Jenkins…My job is hunting you vermin, all across this great country of ours…and there’s millions of me out there.” Hyatt read the man’s intentions, it was blue; he was telling this horrible, truthful tale.

“Only matter of time til you join you’re fa---“

Hyatt blasted one shot, through and through the man’s head. Moments later, Hyatt’s boss, his captain ran in behind him, Hyatt still pointing the gun. “This is murder, Hyatt!” “Justice has many forms, sir…” The captain took the gun away from him and started to wipe the prints off. “I’ll handle this, Hyatt, but you gotta go, bud.” “To where?” The captain paused as Hyatt walked away from the scene. “Just get your bags ready, I got a transfer with your name on it.”
That body wouldn’t be found, Hyatt never found out who he was. But like the captain said, two weeks later he got transferred to New York (pulling in a favor). Hyatt’s been there ever since, slowly getting used to the Big Apple, and his reputation/nicknames preceding him.

Loves:

• Firearms (handguns/shotguns)
  
• Jimmy Bean and Jack Daniels
  
• Any Texas sports team
  
• Fender Stratocasters/Telecasters
  
• TV Crime Shows (more realistic the better)
  

Hates:

• Oklahoma (except Mat Hoffman)
  
• Public Speaking
  
• Sitcoms
  
• Bureaucratic Tape
  
• Show-Offs
  

No One Likes a Show-Off

Skills: Explain any skills that your character has here. These are skills that are separate from your powers. Optional as well.

• Handgun manufacturer (Can create his own revolver and semi-automatic pistols)
  
• Blues guitarist (Did play in a band for three years, rhythm and soloist)
  

Weapons: Please list any weapons your character uses. If any of these are obscure weapons please explain them.

• Handguns (Revolver, Semi-Automatics)
  
• Shotguns (Automatic, Sawed-Off, Pump-Action)
  

Equipment: Any special equipment your character may use

• The guns he already owns, collects, and makes are in storage units in New York and in Austin.
  

Anything else?:
He’s no vigilante, already avenged his family. But if he needs to go to war (with the “people” that supposedly killed his family), he’s got the weapons for it.

To Meet Expectations

RP sample:

Jacqueline Salvador, 39, mother of three boys…and beater of three boys. No husband to stop her from doing it, so finally a concerned neighbor called the cops about loud screams and pointing out bruises on the boys’ arms. She was placed in interrogation A, along with her cigarettes and tray to wait. Rough blonde hair, skin was frail, tapping the table, the nicotine wasn’t working for her.

“She’s a druggie, ain’t she?”

”Neighbor mentioned alcohol, but she’s tapping for a fix, for sure,” said Capt. Brooks, both looking on through the one-way window at her. Hyatt had his hat on with a black dress shirt and black coat over it, standing over his slightly-shorter, balding captain.

“God…how can a mother slap her children ‘round?”

”When the husband, Mr. Hank Salvador, walked out on the family last year.” Brooks handed Hyatt a folder on the ex-husband, which included multiple emergency room visits between six months and two years before he left. Hyatt shook his head in disgust, also whistling at the type of injuries.

“…Broken collarbone? Broken jaw? There anything she didn’t connect with?”

”You tell me, Judge.”

Brooks give him a grin and nodded for him to start doing his job. Hyatt chuckled, closed the folder, and headed into the room. He opened the door and it startled Ms. Salvador, which stopped Hyatt in his tracks.

“I apologize, Ms. Salvador, did I scare ya?”

”Aint that obvious, you tall lookin’ idiot?” This was going to be fun. Hyatt quietly shut the door, putting the folder to the side of her ash tray and taking a seat across from her.

“Detective Jenkins, Austin PD…you want a Coke?” The woman shook her head for no.

“You are about to be charged with child abuse and endangering the welfare of the child…Three counts for each...Do you understand the rights you are entitled to, as Officers Kilborn and Avery told you when you were arrested?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Hyatt’s aura power kicked in, her body radiated blue in front of him. Though, that was going to go away soon enough, so he had to be quick.

“Okay, ma’am…Your sons have bruisers up and down their arms and, for one at least, on his face…Did you hit your boys, Ms. Salvador?”

She took in one big puff from the cigarette and when exhaled, the smoke went right into the Hyatt’s face…anger was subtly cracking his face as she looked up at the ceiling.

”Those brats wouldn’t shut up…wouldn’t stop doing that pro wresslin’ bullshit, the neighbors were complaining about the noise and that was giving me a headache…”

Another breath.

“So yeah, I hit ‘em…hit ‘em good, Vinny McMahon should put me in his women’s division…”

Hyatt scoffed at her, in between coughing from the secondhand smoke he was inhaling. She was still blue, so Hyatt knew she was guilty…well, the video recording would be admissible in court, anyway. Hyatt stood up in front of her and, after picking up the folder, threw it right in front of her on the table

“And when Margarita in holding hears what you do for sport, she’ll give ya a whole new meaning of ‘wresslin’…Good day, ma’am…”

Hyatt exited the room and back to where he and Capt. Brooks had been watching before.

”Why can’t they all be this easy?”

“It was easy for her to put a beating on her sons…like a light switch,” Hyatt sighed and took his hat off. This was bothering him real bad. “I need to see Melissa,” he thought, as his Captain just stared at him.

”I’ll handle this, Jenkins…go hug your wife…”

“Thank you, sir,” Hyatt kindly replied and left room, heading straight home to Melissa and her country fried steak for dinner…

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