King, Jacquelyn Rowena

[Jacquelyn King]

Jacquelyn Rowena King
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General »

Nickname: Jackie
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Student/Professor: Student
Birth-date: September 9th, 1993
Birthplace: New York, New York
Sexuality: Straight
Face Claim: Kristin Kreuk

Appearance »

Eye color: Hazel
Hair color: Dark Brown
Height: 5' 7''
Build: Lean but slender
Scars: Lower left leg has multiple scars from a dog attack
Tattoos: On her left side, extending from mid-ribcage to hip.
Link -- (C) to gerana of Deviant Art
Piercings: Ear lobes; Left ear cartilage

Personality »

Likes:

• Being mean
  
• Physical altercations
  
• Tae Kwon Do (former black belt)
  
• Mixed Martial Arts
  
• Sleeping
  
• Spooking people by openly communicating with the dead
  
• Watching UFC
  
• B.J. Penn
  

Dislikes:

• Ghosts of children
  
• Females
  
• Cats
  
• People who talk too much
  
• Learning/ studying
  
• Waking up before the sun rises
  
• Her power (wishes it was something useful)
  

Fears:

• Death (though she hides it well)
  
• Murderers
  
• Being thrown into an asylum
  
• Seeing someone she loves as a ghost
  

Brief Summary:

A sour apple that woke up on the wrong side of the bed day by day would be one way to describe Jackie. But she’s always enjoyed seeing people’s reactions to her antagonistic ways and doesn’t regret her words or actions the next day. In her 18 years, the girl had never made a single friend, but naturally has boasted a number of enemies. She is easily bothered by other people, especially girls, and retaliates with her own offensive mannerisms, even though others may deem it unwarranted. Jackie’s aggressive and cruel personality has led her to several fights in the past and the young woman has grown to love fighting. On her bad days, she will intentionally push people to the edge just to get a good fight out of them and revels in the feeling of her fist slamming into someone’s face. The only time one will find Jackie truly smiling out of bliss is when she sees her opponent bleeding or coming to class the next day with a black eye. Or two. When on her own, Jackie can be as happy and blissful as the next person. But all it takes is the mere presence of another person to blacken her mood.

Power Description »

Jackie can see, communicate with, and feel the presence of ghosts. The ghosts do not simply materialize or disappear, but walk around just as normal human beings, but are able to phase through structures and people. To Jackie, they look almost the same as the living, but there is a distinct pallor to their skin that marks them as dead. The ghosts cannot make physical contact with Jackie or any other human and vice versa, they ghosts would just phase through. Although it is possible, Jackie is currently unable to “turn off” her power and is constantly subjected to seeing and hearing the dead. The medium has not yet looked into the possibility, but it would require a great deal of concentration and inner peace in order for her to achieve it.

History »

Jacquelyn King was born into a middle class household and grew up with two younger sisters. Her parents were both teachers at the same inner city high school in New York City. Jackie’s childhood was as good as anyone could ask for. She had caring parents who provided her with all that she could ever need and her family was close knit. As a young girl, Jackie loved her two sisters, but even they weren’t totally immune to her sharp words, when they deserved them. But she was always very protective of them, often beating up the neighborhood children who dared to treat her sisters poorly. So what then, could turn a protective older sister into the cruel and biting young woman she is today?

It started when this annoying chick in the back of her seventh grade English class began popping her gum in the middle of some scrawny boy’s presentation. The teacher had warned the unruly girl to stop but she persisted. Now, Jackie may have had a bad bone in her, but she wasn’t the type to go and drive an entire classroom insane. So long as they weren’t annoying her. After about twenty seconds, Jackie whirled in her seat and cursed at the girl to knock it off, which only served to elevate the situation. The girl obnoxiously rose from her seat and called on Jackie, asking her ‘who she think she is talking to her like that.’ Jackie was only able to get a couple good punches in until the girl’s friends jumped in. Jackie was a well-seasoned fighter with years of Tae Kwon Do lessons and a red belt to her name, but she wasn’t good enough to fight off four other girls. Especially when two of them were nearly twice her weight .

But she knew where the gum girl lived.

Later that evening, Jackie donned an outfit of all black before climbing onto the city bus and heading across town. People gave the girl with a bruised face and cynical expression strange looks as she sat silently on the bus. It was dark by the time she got off the bus and walked the few blocks in the shabby neighborhood to the gum girl’s house. She waited until there were no cars driving down the street before whipping out the jackknife she smuggled in her small black backpack and slashing the tires of every car in the drive way. She then pulled out a bottle of spray paint and began to tag the crummy house with the words “Chew On That Bitch.” Satisfied with her work, the 13 year old disappeared from the scene and hopped back on the bus back to her home.

Gum girl wasn’t at school the next day, but her friends were and they gave her queer looks. They knew. But they also seemed to know something else and whatever it was made them smug. Jackie ignored it and made it through the school day without a speck of a problem. After school that day she had Tae Kwon Do practice at the gymnasium a few blocks from home. It was the red belt’s favorite time of the day and the sparring sessions never failed to brighten her mood. As she sparred with a girl a belt higher than her, a junior black belt, she heard the distant sounds of sirens, an all too familiar sound in the sprawling city she grew up in. It was probably about the fifth time that day she heard sirens. But these lasted a bit longer as several more sirens joined in.

About half an hour later the class was over and Jackie headed for home, bounding through the maze of alley ways that she took as a shortcut. Before she even rounded the corner for her block, she could see the bright red lights bouncing off the brick wall and she slowed to walk. When she turned the corner, she watched as two paramedics wheeled a small body bag towards the back of an ambulance, parked right in front of her house. Yellow tape cordoned the crime scene and investigators were seen taking evidence from her parent’s car. “There’s only two girls, neighbors say there were three daughters.” Jackie was stalled where she stood, until someone noticed her standing there with disbelief, her bag of sparring gear on the ground where it had slipped from her fingers.

They said it was a drive by shooting. Her parents had just pulled into the driveway after picking her sisters up from dance practice. They said it was unusual for a middle class neighborhood to get hit by a drive by, that it wasn’t a random act, that there must have been some sort of motive. She was confused, who would want to hurt her family? They’d never done anything wrong. But as they led her to the Child Protective Services agent who had just pulled up, she spotted several packs of gum at the end of her driveway, right next to tire tread marks on the pavement that were being analyzed by the investigators. It was all her fault. Jackie was never craven, not until that night. She was too cowardly to admit that her family was murdered because of her childish games.

Two days later Jackie found herself living with her grandmother in Nevada. They had sent her family there to be buried with the previous generations of Kings. She was haunted. She felt as if her family was with her, but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. When she slept, she could hear her sisters screaming, her parents pleading with her, asking her why she had to be so childish. A couple months later the dreams followed her into the day and she could swear that she’d see their faces –sometimes etched in the shadows, or on the patterns of a textured wall. It didn’t take long before the young teen felt as if she was insane. Her grandmother would hear her screaming in her room, telling them that she was sorry, telling them to go away, to leave her alone.

Jackie couldn’t remember the last time she cried. But these days she cried more than her youngest sister had ever cried. And she was always yelling at people who weren’t there. They’d taken her to neurologists weeks after weeks, but nothing abnormal ever showed up on brain scans. They then took her to shrinks, but they grew weary of her. She wouldn’t listen, she’d just scream and tell someone who wasn’t there to go away. Two months after she moved into her grandmother’s home, they packed her up and took her to a mental institution. There she was normal, mixed in with all the others who seemed to have lost their minds, but there, it got worse. More and more faces began to appear, and with the passing of the days they became clearer, more distinct, and more real. But her parents and sisters weren’t upset like they initially were and they tried to get her to relax, to tell her that it really wasn’t her fault. But it didn’t help much.

It didn’t take her long to learn that these were all the faces of the dead. When the new faces told her their names, she’d ask others in the facility and discovered that they were once patients there. She was frightened, but as the days and weeks and months drew on, they seemed to just blend in with other people, their voices becoming nothing but sounds. For the most part they left her alone, but every now and then the dead wanted to be heard, or just wanted to annoy her. Eventually Jackie relaxed and the screams stopped and the tears stopped. But she wouldn’t tell anyone about her “sixth sense” as the rest of the world would likely call it, that is, if they didn’t take her for being insane. She was soon reevaluated for mental health and was deemed stable enough to go home.

Her parents and sisters had left her alone. They must have known that they scared her, that they brought back the memory of the body bags and the bullet littered family car, that they brought back her guilt. She lived with her grandmother for the next three years, but wasn’t the best granddaughter anyone could ask for. Although she continued with martial arts as an outlet for her aggression, it wasn’t enough and her violent nature would often show itself during school. Four schools expelled her, not including her Tae Kwon Do academy, and she was on her way to being expelled by the fifth when her grandmother past away. Her grandmother’s spirit clung to the house for a while, nagging Jackie, asking why she couldn’t be a good kid and begging her to stay out of trouble. Her grandmother wasn’t haunting though, not nearly as much as her parents and siblings were; her death wasn’t Jackie’s fault. Sometimes she liked the company, but it grew old pretty fast.

Once the Tae Kwon Do academy got news of Jackie’s lack of control and acts of violence against people, she was expelled and stripped of her black belt title. Initially, the medium was enraged at the academy’s decision, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to earn the rank back without making significant efforts to correct her mistakes. Community service, anger management classes, and years of good behavior would likely just be a start. Jackie wasn’t interested. What purpose did the title of “black belt” serve when she could simply demonstrate her prowess in hand to hand combat in a fight? Unable to hone her skills in an academy, Jackie turned to underground fighting and decided that she preferred the scene much better. The fighting styles were entirely new and opened up a new world to Jackie, and the lax regulations only made it all the more exciting. Losing her black belt didn’t ruin her, it didn’t take anything from her, in fact, Jackie grew as a fighter because of it.

It wasn’t until the summer after her senior year that she graduated from high school, and only after taking remedial courses to be able to get her diploma. By day she attended classes, sleeping through most of them, and by night she’d find herself in a ring with wrapped hands and a new opponent to fight. That summer made a name for herself in the underground fighting scene, and was known simply as “The King.” She was often pitted against other women, but would challenge male fighters as well, taunting and provoking the ones who refused to fight a female until it was all they could do to teach her to shut her mouth. Women were easy to beat, but she could only boast a few wins against male fighters. Most would hold back at first, but once Jackie got in a few shots they knew she meant business and would kick into full gear. They left her bruised and bloodied, but she always learned a thing or two and was never discouraged by her losses.

A couple days after she finished her classes, a letter came in the mail from a school called Silas Academy. Jackie hadn’t been planning on college at all and wanted to be done with school for good. She could probably make a living off of underground fighting and even get herself some of the bigger gigs. But Nevada was starting to wear on her and the idea of getting away and starting fresh was always a welcomed thought to the troubled young woman. Plus she’d have a place to live for free and there was mention of a martial arts class being offered. At the start of the 2011-2012 school year, Jackie became a new student at Silas Academy.

Her first semester at Silas went quite smoothly, at least, to Jackie’s standards they did. Within the first few weeks at the school, Jackie had already made a name for herself. She provoked several of the most bothersome students into fights, which she won without much trouble. Only twice had she been called upon by the Headmistress, both within the first month of school. Afterwards, she was more careful with who she started fights in front of. But most of the school did well to steer clear of her and at Silas Academy, Jackie was utterly alone, just how she wanted to be. When not snoring in the back of one of her classes, the medium would usually be found spending some one on one time with the heavy bag in the school’s gym, or lounging in the cemetery where she found solace from the irritating ghosts of Silas.

OOC Name: Vel
Contact(s): No
How did you find us? I was here when Silas was brought into this world >D

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