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COLTON
the loyalist.
NAME
Colton Yao
ALIAS
Colt | Lieutenant
AGE
25
PRONOUNS
He/Him
Colton Yao
ALIAS
Colt | Lieutenant
AGE
25
PRONOUNS
He/Him
β
APPEARANCE
Tall, tense, dead-eyed, and with a nasty little habit of looming. The most uptight of us have the straightest backs, after all, and at a solidly-built 6'1 so often found only within the background of a room, the shadow he casts can sometimes outgrow even himself. Colton's hair has been bleached to a sandy almost-blonde, though the dark roots of the undercut have long begun to show through, and it seems just so faintly incongruous with his character that one could be forgiven for thinking it done on a drunken, uncharacteristic impulse. Until seeing the tattoos, certainly - below his neck seemingly lies more black-green ink than flesh, the careful, sprawling pay-off of years in the chair, creeping down the backs of his hands and ending only at the ankle, the very hallmark of an inexplicable yet evident interest in his appearance. But there's little the track jacket and sweats donβt hide, physique included. Not that it serves to make him look any friendlier.
ABILITY & SKILLS
SUMMONING DUCHESS⦠| Colton's first darling, Duchess, unfondly referred to as the 'man-eater'. Little ever seems to overcome the horrified knee-jerk reaction most have to the unnatural behemoth of a spider that she is, a huge, black-mottled body as tall as Colton's hip, pulled directly from someone's dark and drunken nightmare. But what she is is a bounty-hunter's dream - an ambush predator that just disappears into the shadows on the side of a building, a dull, furred coat that catches no eyes and little light, skin-crawlingly fast and full of sticky, powerful silk. It doesn't stop Colton from treating her like his prized Persian cat. Though it curls his lip to hear the way most speak of her, he accepted early on that a healthy amount of fear is often a weapon in and of itself. He still always falls back on how oddly beautiful her many eyes can seem in the vanishingly rare attempt to win someone over to her side - all ten of them appear dark, but with an otherworldly orange nebula deep within that reflects direct beams like the eyes of a cat.
It'd just be nice if people could stop with the screaming.
β¦ AND MARLY | Colton has begun to deny that Marly was ever a shortening of the familiar's ill-considered original christening as Marlboro Gold. Much like βDuchessβ, it has a deceptively friendly ring to it; the closest thing you could possibly identify Marly as is something close to an oversized hyena, all coarse ruff and sloped back, though it falls just short at his wide, pitbull-like mouth, four ember-cloud eyes - again, like Duchess - and the grey sheen of the spotted coat. A true unfortunate in the looks department, so often pressed up and glowering against the side of Colton's leg, but has been known to play fetch. Seeing him enjoy a good scratch behind the ears tends to ruin a lot of the apparent threat.
CHESS | A formidable player, and only somewhat of a prick about it. Sometimes plays against himself to soothe his nerves.
CHEF | Surprisingly good at cooking, though it's not often that anyone gets to see much of it.
WEAPON OF CHOICE
Colton's collection of handguns and revolver-types has grown more than a little indulgent over the past few years. Having been taught how to use one at quite the tender age, it's the most comfortable of familiarities. Unsurprisingly, they're all in sparkling condition.
REPUTATION
'Lieutenant' was not a nickname lightly earned. A control freak by any other name, a life bound tightly by his own endlessly ticking schedule and the soundless, unconditional loyalty of a proud and dour-eyed spaniel, a perennial eldest child never destined to be anything more than second-in-command - but it's a harsh cross-section of his reality, certainly. To most, Colton is just rather intimidating. There's a low-lying Boston cant to his voice, and something almost quasi-martial in the way he sometimes speaks and stands and checks the time on his wrist. Even the way he indulges his glaring nicotine addiction has a functionality to it, but he's also been known to be surprisingly bashful; the curt, wary energy that animates him is capable of loosening, now and then. His familiars see the most of it.
His silent deference to the original three members is the only thing that seems to temper his need to manage and to plan, a busy, obsessive process that he nonetheless tends to share on an irregular basis. He's relentlessly pragmatic, cautious, entirely willing to enforce his own directions and nervous when they don't go quite to schedule. There's a protectiveness that is not immediately apparent, if at all, for the less accustomed; even so, Colton's favour is hard-earned. His hand is rarely extended to strangers, and even then likely at the request of another. Uncharismatic, unrepentant.
His relationship to his dignitary father remains something of a mystery. How he came to join Artemis is no secret, having held from a young age his own intermittent career of hunting, no less, but the why - and why so suddenly, all those years ago - has been a matter partially relegated to the rumour mill. Even those who are quick to cry 'daddy's boy' may be momentarily paused by the utter reticence with which he treats the question, though they tend to continue all the same. It still manages to get a rise out of him, sometimes. (Maybe it's true.) After all - it's far too easy to decry a refusal to talk as plain aloofness before ever considering an uneasy lack of understanding as to how.
The throes of a dying want for some abstract defiance - a grasp at radical self-determination, even - still flare up once in a while. It's a bitter war with his nature that has long begun to exhaust him.
MISC.
> ISTJ | Capricorn Β· January 2nd
> Premium membership of Chess.com
> Don't ask him about his failed attempts to grow his own weed
> A fond natural with animals, dogs especially
> On permanent spider-removal duty
> Notoriously difficult to get hold of; absent on almost all social medias, and rarely (if ever) takes his phone off silent
> A gym rat of cultish obsession, often found there early in the morning and cluttering up the top shelf of the kitchen with his creatine
> Don't ask him about his new routine and macros, either, unless you want it made abundantly clear why he used to have a gig as a personal trainer
> A stud in the ear and some faint scarring on his cheekbone on the left side of his face, and a clean slate on his right
> His room is austerely minimalist enough to make one wonder whether he'd actually be happier in a prison cell
RELATIONSHIPS
BLAIRE | Blaire's presence is quite the unexpected balm. He hadn't foreseen finding something of a kindred spirit in a reed of a girl with a terrible fear of spiders, but an unspoken understanding of each other's similar neuroses has blossomed all the same. Training her has become more of a comfortable part of his routine than he'd care to admit. It's not even all - Colt has never once tried to keep Duchess from terrorising someone before, but Blaire, somehow, has turned out to be his only exception.
BAIYEN | A migraine on two legs. Colt has never before met someone quite so incompatible with plans or reason, often leaving him little choice but to watch through his fingers as she embarks on her chosen nonsense of the day. Her gullibility comes as such a rank contrast to his pathological distrust that he often finds himself keeping a wary eye on her in spite of her utter drain on his patience, but his familiars will do the job in a pinch; he regards her fondness of them as an odd blessing, and is certainly not above sending them to distract (and supervise) in order to snatch himself a moment's peace.
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