[hider=Robert Matthew Jenkins – Pine Holler’s Principal] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9NtPQEP.png[/img] [color=#0C823D]Face Claim ... Kyle Chandler || Colour Code #0C823D[/color] [color=#0C823D]Full Name:[/color] Robert Matthew Jenkins [color=#0C823D]Nickname(s):[/color] Rob — used only by old friends and former teammates. Coach Jenkins — by players, parents, and townsfolk trying to stay in his good graces. Mr. Jerkins — by students. Usually whispered. The Principal — said with equal parts respect and resentment around Pines Holler. [color=#0C823D]Age:[/color] Fifty-eight // Capricorn // January 8th [color=#0C823D]Gender:[/color] Male [color=#0C823D]Sexuality:[/color] Straight [color=#0C823D]Occupation:[/color] Principal of Pines Holler High School Head Football Coach [color=#0C823D]Place of Residence:[/color] Large two-story home on the north side of Pines Holler overlooking the old mill road. One of the nicer older homes in town on Miner’s Road. [color=#0C823D]Family and Close Connections:[/color] Wife: Hilda Jenkins || Age 56 || Former English Teacher at Pines Holler High || Recently retired due to chronic illness || Children: None. There are whispers and suggestions he may have some, not with his wife. Close Connections: Town council members. Former players now working in construction, law enforcement, county politics, and local business. Several members of the school board owe him favors. Some developers and regional investors. Enemies: More than he realizes. None that worry him. [color=#0C823D]Appearance:[/color] Height: Six feet, two inches. Build: Broad shouldered and strong chest from decades of coaching and carrying himself like the biggest man in every room. Age has added some weight to his mid-section but he is still physically imposing. Hair: Steel gray, kept short. Eyes: Cold blue. Facial Hair: Mostly clean shaven except on weekends or during the summer. [color=#0C823D]Clothing Style:[/color] Pressed button-down shirts. Letterman jackets on game nights. Leather belts and polished boots. Everything about him says small-town authority. [color=#0C823D]Body Markings:[/color] Old football injury scar along his left knee. Wedding ring rarely removed despite his extracurricular behavior. Usually smells faintly of aftershave, coffee, and cigar smoke. [color=#0C823D]Personality:[/color] Authoritarian Charismatic when he wants to be. Politically calculating. Prideful. Vindictive. Protective of his image above all else. Quietly misogynistic Believes loyalty matters more than morality. Often sees kindness as weakness Jenkins has mastered the art of appearing respectable. Parents love him. School board members praise him. Local reporters have describes him as a “dedicated educator” and “a pillar of the community.” He remembers names. Helps organize fundraisers. Pays for equipment out of pocket when it benefits his reputation. Shows up to funerals. Gives speeches about hard work and community [color=#0C823D]History:[/color] Born in Pines Holler during the final years of the town’s prosperity, Robert Jenkins grew up playing football, attending church services and church suppers. His father worked at the mill and coached peewee football on weekends. His mother taught Sunday school and spent most of her life smiling quietly beside her husband, brother-in-law and father-in-law. Robert inherited the discipline of his father and the family expectation that women and those not in charge should be meek and preferably quiet. Football became his escape and his passion. By his senior year, Robert Jenkins was Pines Holler’s golden boy. Quarterback. Homecoming king. The young man everyone expected to leave town and become something bigger. A knee injury during his sophomore year of college killed any lingering fantasy of professional football and he shifted toward education instead, earning his degree before returning home to a place where he could still be important. With the help of his own coaches and former principal, Jenkins climbed through the school system quickly. Teacher, athletic coordinator, vice principal, then principal before forty. Along the way he built relationships with county officials, developers, former players, businessmen, and politicians. Some legitimate. Some less so. For nearly twenty years now, Robert Jenkins has ruled Pines Holler High with a practiced smile, a biting tongue and an iron grip. Teachers who challenge him rarely last long. Students who embarrass the school punished harder than others. Athletes receive preferential treatment. Always. Girls quickly learn which comments are meant to be swallowed and which doors never to walk through alone. LGBTQ and other marginalized students know better than to expect protection from him. His wife Hilda’s illness only intensified his worse traits. As her condition worsened Robert grew more restless, angry and reckless. He buried himself in work, football, late nights, and the attention of younger women (and new graduates) who made him feel admired instead of helpless. [color=#0C823D]Extra Facts // Headcanons:[/color] Thoughts on Development - Now, with developers visiting Pines Holler daily, Robert sees opportunity. New money. New facilities. New influence. If old homes and the trailer park disappear, so be it. If a few stubborn locals need pressure applied to get out of the way, Robert knows plenty of men willing to make uncomfortable conversations happen. • Keeps a flask in the bottom drawer of his office desk. • Has a habit of standing too close during conversations as a dominance tactic. • Calls female teachers “sweetheart,” “darling,” or “honey” regardless of their unease or protests. • Still watches recordings of old football games from the town’s glory years. Happy to talk about those days with those willing to listen • Has covered up multiple incidents involving star athletes over the years. • Maintains an image of religious respectability despite breaking nearly every moral principle he preaches. • An amazing memory, especially for those who owe him favours. • There are whispers that Jenkins has hired former players and local roughnecks to intimidate people standing in the way of development deals. Nobody has ever proven it. [/hider]