Jaclyn "Jack" Sprouse
Jack has never thought herself pretty, and for good reason. She just never grew out of her awkward baby fat phase. As a result, her figure is somewhat stout and rounded--including her face. The best she could ever hope to achieve is "cute": wide, green eyes, freckles, and strawberry blonde curls. Not that any of this bothers her. She's not much of a fighter, but her low center of gravity, if you will, makes her a defensive powerhouse.
Most of the time, Jack is an absurdly friendly tomboy. Independent and high spirited, she could literally befriend a blade of grass if you gave her a minute. She's a quick thinker, but impulsive, and throws caution to the wind more often than not. She is also, however, very selfless and very loyal, and would all but take a bullet from someone on the street if she decided they had "kind shoulders". Her tendency to make light of everything (as well as her "bubbly" appearance) has lead people in the past to think her vapid or air-headed, but she is anything but.
When involved in combat, however rare, Jack becomes a different person entirely. In fact, it is as if all traces of humanity have left her. She is a cold, hard killing machine and can usually only be stopped by TKO...or the death of her target.
Finally, Jack has severe night terrors, and will wake up in the early hours of the morning screaming at nothing. While she can never remember any occurrences the next morning, she has attacked people and injured herself in the past. No one has ever been known to decipher the source or meaning of these night terrors, former roommates have all corroborated the same tale: when Jack "wakes", she says the same thing over and over again.
Not me, not me, not me.
Jack's earliest memories are of her ninth birthday, or thereabouts (she does not know her actual birthdate, or even her real age. She took the date and year from the first person she met on the street, a boy whose name she no longer remembers). She recalls waking in an alley, pressed up against a dumpster. There was mud on her feet and blood in her hair and snow on the ground.
Jack, independent and strong-willed even then, paid her apparent amnesia no mind, and instead struck out to the nearest fire department, just because it seemed like the right thing to do.
She was adopted into her first foster family a week later.
The Sprouses were her first family (as far as she knew), and they came as close to loving her as any of them had. In the year she lived with them, they quickly learned their new foster child was a young genius, and eagerly encouraged her learning. Mother was a Spanish teacher at the local college; Father was a computer programmer...who hunted on the weekends. Jack picked it up fast, and she loved them, and they loved her.
Then the night terrors started. The Sprouses, to their credit, tried to help her. But when Jack woke from what she'd thought a pleasant rest one night, she was bleeding, Mr. Sprouse was bleeding, and Mrs. Sprouse was screaming.
From then on, Jack never spent more than a few weeks at any given foster home. She was never bitter about it. In fact, she saw it as a great way to learn, which was her one true love. Languages, life skills, even how to fight (though that was less voluntary).
She was recruited to the Lynden House for her intellect almost a year ago, and though she rarely ventures out into the field (just not her thing), she takes her job backing up the others very seriously. Part of this is her closeness with Peter, with whom she has a siblingesque relationship–a larger part is her love for the job. For her, the whole thing is a game. A serious game, but a game none the less.
Oracle (Batman, FTW): Recon and tech. In short, the computer geek.
Jack has an IQ of 198, and that only because she stayed still long enough to almost finish the test. She is a linguistic wonder, and mastered eight languages before she turned ten. Moreover, she is able to decipher and translate most new or dead languages with relative ease. She is a highly skilled tactician and strategist, and specializes in figuring out how to do stupid shit in a better way. Though she does this only rarely.
She is also a sharpshooter and gifted sniper.
In combat, Jack tends to suffer. She is skilled enough to protect herself, and others, if need be, though in comparison to her future teammates, she is likely the weakest fighter.
Jack also has a crippling phobia of the dark. If trapped, she has been known to revert into her brutal killing state, or else become the apparent victim of PTSD, and repeat "Not me, not me," until significant changes are made.