Age: 26
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: Short tempered, proud, cocky, sarcastic, defiant, teasing
Home Region: Steam City
Occupation: Prisoner
Powers/Abilities/Skills: Prison survival

 

Other Associated Regions: None

Jacky grew up in a rather chaotic household. Her mother had left the family when she was only two, leaving Jacky's father and older brother, Luke, who was nearly ten at the time. Her mother was a restless soul, not one to be held down in one place or by responsibilities. Though she'd played the part well enough for years, she couldn't bear the mundane life that she had become seemingly trapped in. The months prior to her departure, she and Jacky's dad had been fighting nearly non-stop, leaving Luke to look after his younger sister.

With her mother gone, her father soon fell into the role of neighborhood drunk. Jacky never knew him as a sober man, or at least not that she could ever remember. But what she did remember is coming home from school and seeing him piss drunk, throwing bottles and whatever else he had. Luke had grown to be the level headed figure in Jacky's life, but there was only so much he could do to keep the peace in the house. With Jacky's temper, he was often having to intervene and break up the fights the father and daughter would have.

Though not a full fledged criminal, Jacky fell into the wrong crowd. She began skipping school, experimenting with drugs and alcohol. The older she grew, the more she resented her father, and the more she rebelled against him.

She had a couple run ins with the law, but only had served a few brief stints behind bars. On her last release, her friends introduced her to a known mob boss, Stella. She ran a gang with only werewolves as members, but more importantly, she had the good stuff. 

Jacky was soon back on gear, though this time it was the highly potent drug known as "Wind Storm," a drug exclusively controlled by Stella's Wolf Blood gang. After using the last of whatever money she'd had, Jacky was craving another fix. She went home, slamming the door wide open to find her dad drunk of his arse on the couch.

"Where's your fuckin' money, huh?" She said as she hauled him to his feet. "You're going to tell me where it is, or you're gonna regret ever thing you've ever done to me." 

Startled, yet still very intoxicated, he shoved his daughter back. "In yer fuckin' dreams!" He spat back at her. Desperate for her next fix, and fueled by the many years of fighting she'd endured with him, she went at him. A fight ensued, furniture crashing to the crown, the sound of glass shattering, voices yelling... Jacky ended up knocked backward onto the ground, her father's hands at her throat. While using one hand to try and pry him off, she grabbed a shard of glass and slashed him across the face. He reeled back, crying loudly as he pawed at his lacerated face.

She got up and kicked him down, stepping down on his throats to cut off his blood supply. "You have three fucking seconds or-" And then, the door opened and Luke was standing in the doorway. 

He paled when he saw the blood and the destruction that had occurred while the two fought. "Jacky..." 

Jacky looked over at her brother, waiting for another moment before lifting her foot and delivering a swift kick to her father's head. She knew there was nothing else for her to do, so she ran. Jacky knew her father would call the police, and with her arms covered in his blood, she was an easy target for officers to find. 

But that was the farthest thing from her mind, she was already starting to experience withdrawals and she knew she had to find Stella before it got too bad. 

Hours later, she made it to Stella's door. She begged and pleaded for more, but all Stella did was smile and shake her head. "No money, no gear." She then turned to walk back inside.

Jacky grabbed a brick and went to swing it at Stella's head. Sensing the attack, Stella swiftly thwarted the attempt by grabbing the girl's wrist and forcing her into a chokehold. "That wasn't very smart now, was it?"

"Fuck off!" Jacky growled as she tried to land a kick on the old woman. "You want your gear so bad? Have it!" Stella hissed. All Jacky felt was a faint poke of a needle and the sweet relief as the drug entered her system. And then...everything went black. Stella released Jacky and let her fall to the ground, glancing at her in disgust.

"Move her to where the police can find her. I never want to see her again." Two of her followers picked Jacky up and hauled her off to a more public part of town, setting her down near some bushes but the used needle two feet from her hand.

Next thing Jacky knew, she was waking up in prison. This time, she'd be in for a lot longer than before.

CURRENT SITUATION:
Jacky is still in prison, though now she has since been reunited with Stella. Quickly becoming the worst of enemies, the two have had a power struggle ever since. Prior to Stella's arrival, Jacky had been top dog, but now? Stella ran the prison. And Jacky didn't like it, not one bit.