Name: Jaqueline (Jackie) Reynolds
Gender: female
Occupation: Associate (works as a musician in a speakeasy at night)
Age: 22
Appearance: Jackie has inky black locks that fall down in wavelets to the middle of her shoulder blades. She has smallish rosebud lips and warm chocolate brown eyes. She has a petite figure, standing at a mere five feet, with a fragile, birdlike bone structure, and she looks like she could be swept away with a heavy gust of wind. Jackie is quite thin and she has prominent cheekbones-she is a very slight woman. She is not afraid to show some skin, and would rather dress comfortably as opposed to attractively. She weighs around 100 pounds, with nimble fingers and small feet. Her nose is rather flat. Jackie has a fairly pale complexion-she isn't porcelain pale, but she is definitely not tan either, due to years of being confined to the indoors.
Biography: Jackie was born into a strict Catholic family who believed in mandatory five hour church services every Sunday with tight, scratchy dresses and Bible study 7 days a week. Her parents and relatives were all uptight and extremely religious. As the oldest child, Jackie was expected to obey the familial law and become a role model for her numerous younger siblings-a mold that Willa completely demolished. She wanted to experience something new beyond her restrictive home lifestyle. Willa came from a well-to-do background, one of the only “approved” pastimes that she enjoyed being playing the violin. Violin was her passion, along with a curiosity in the life of partying. However, Jackie could recall times when her instructor “took all the fun out of it” by forcing her to play stuffy, centuries-old pieces, and of course wild parties were altogether inappropriate for young ladies of wealth to take part in. She found her personality being stifled by constrictive lifestyle that she led at home. No, Willa liked things fast and lively.
When she turned 17, Jackie got up and left, fed up with her religious upbringing and all the talk of getting married that was starting to surround her. She wanted to drink and dress in the latest fashions, to live without a dozen governesses breathing down her neck. To her, life was an adventure and she had every intent to journey through it all. Jackie yearned for an action-packed lifestyle. She wanted some spice to her life, some flavor to contradict her bland, tasteless childhood. Jackie left her sleepy little town in Illinois, catching a train to Chicago with the money that she had taken from her family. She soon found a job at a speakeasy, where she could get paid to play the violin and score a few drinks while she was at it. Jackie found herself frequenting on the shadier side of the law, and the raw ecstasy from doing something wrong and getting away with it began to consume her. She got a certain rush, a certain thrill in deliberately flaunting the law-and the omnipresent threat of being caught just added to the fun.
Jackie soon found herself in serious debt. The extravagant lifestyle of partying all night and waking up hungover in the morning didn't exactly lend very well to her funds, and the hundred dollars she "borrowed" from her family ran out pretty quickly. Also, she frequently had to forfeit her salary to pay for the alcohol she consumed, and within a year she had been evicted from the run-down apartment she had lived in since arriving in Chicago for missing one too many rent payments. As Jackie had wandered the streets aimlessly after being kicked out of her cramped apartment, with no money and no way to get it fast, she found herself in front of the speakeasy she worked at-how she got there, Jackie had no idea. However, standing in front of a building staring at it in a Chicago dawn was not a good idea, especially if she didn't want the cops to notice her. Thankfully (or maybe not), one of the lesser members of the Family had caught her looking at a seemingly nondescript bookstore instead of the Chicago police force, and after a few wary inquiries, he had decided to show Jackie the life of a gang.
Currently, Jackie works at the same speakeasy as before, but with an ulterior motive every time she goes to perform. From her vantage point on the stage, Jackie has a bird's eye view of all sorts of transactions and negotiations happening right under her nose-literally. The Family pays her to keep them updated with the latest deals, very rarely telling her to resort to violence. Jackie is actually perfectly fine with her situation. She has money, she gets to play violin for a living, and she doesn't have to endure five hours of a stiff wooden bench and scratchy church dresses every Sunday morning at an ungodly hour.
Personality: Jackie is always up for trying something new, and she the complete opposite of soft spoken. Instead, she is outgoing, sarcastic, and spontaneous. She tends to be a very reckless at times, never stopping to think things over before acting upon whatever new thought that popped into her head. She is snappy and hot-headed, and gets riled up very quickly. Jackie is easily distracted, but she tries to take her job for the Family seriously. Where else would she get the money to provide for herself? Jackie was never afraid to bend the rules a bit back at home, and nothing changed when she made the move to Chicago-in fact, one could say that it escalated, and it escalated exponentially. Jackie never really believed in God; if there was a God, why did he invent such uncomfortable places to worship Him? She is a flippant woman, and altogether flighty. However, she is ferociously loyal to those she cares about, and usually makes an attempt to be nice to people until they annoy her.
Weapon(s) of Choice: she really doesn't need much, but the Family has advised her to keep a knife on her at all times, so Jackie always has a dagger strapped to her thigh under her skirt and a noticeably smaller one down her cleavage. Also, with some of the money she earned from working for the Family, Jackie has managed to acquire about half a dozen razor sharp hairpins that she wears in her bun, making sure she can easily reach them if the need arises. It's honestly just a precaution, but better safe than sorry-especially in this line of work.