JESSICA.

Occasionally, I give a damn.

► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME & ALIAS: jessica campbell jones CURRENT TEAM(S): defenders / alias investigations PREVIOUS ALIASES: none AGE: 39 SPECIES: human mutate MULTIVERSAL ORIGIN: earth-199999 ( mcu )

GENDER IDENTITY: cisgendered female SEXUALITY: bisexual NATIONALITY: american ETHNICITY: incredibly white

► APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: krysten ritter SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: bags under her eyes, scar on her stomach from spleen removal + scar on the hand from a knife wound HAIR COLOR: black EYE COLOR: brown ACCENT: faded new york CURRENT COSTUME: some version of her staple leather jacket, boots, faded jeans, fingerless gloves + her camera around her neck from the jessica jones show

► BACKGROUND

CURRENT HOME: hells kitchen, new york PAST OCCUPATION: sandwich sign shaker  CURRENT OCCUPATION: private investigator at alias investigations SNAP STATUS: survived

► RELATIONS

SIBLING(S): trish walker ( adopted / estranged ), phillip ( deceased ) PARTNER(S): luke cage ( formerly ) CHILDREN: none PARENT(S): alisa & brian jones ( deceased ) / dorothy waker ( legal guardian / deceased )

► HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS

she almost strangled herself when her purse got stuck on a doorknob when she was eight; she never used a purse again.

tried alcohol as a kid and hated it so much she threw up. oh, how times change.

is a college drop-out

she won’t admit it to herself, but jessica was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, she could be a hero when kilgrave came into her life. after that she realized she couldn’t save herself, let alone anyone else

jessica became pregnant with kilgrave’s child but ended it after she escaped from him, a difficult choice that she was never certain about. she later envied how easy the choice was for hope even though she supported her. 

after she got away from kilgrave, jessica felt like she had to cut ties with trish. she hadn’t been a hero, she’d been a failure, and she couldn’t stand to see the pity on her friends face. she had always been the one to protect trish, help her get clean, and she couldn’t bear knowing that trish would know about what had happened to her. so, she shut her out. she didn’t let trish see how she fell apart after she had tried to help trish get together. she planned on calling one day when she was ‘over it’, but the more she drank the longer time stretched on and eventually she was too embarrassed and didn’t know what to say

jessica was a social drinker before kilgrave. after she walked away from reva’s murder in a daze and didn’t know what to do. she walked into her apartment that had been sitting empty and drank the only non-expired thing in here: some alcohol. she didn’t stop after that. even though she became a functional alcoholic, jessica never considered other drugs

she struggled to call herself an alcoholic, even when she was one. she was just ‘coping’

after escaping from kilgrave, jessica would stand for hours in the shower trying to wash the feeling of him off of her but she never could

the p.i. thing kind of just happened it was a welcomed distraction for jessica to focus on how ruined everyone’s lives were instead of her own.

post kilgrave she threw out all dresses she owned and bought two pairs of jeans, a sweatshirt and a few other basics from a thrift store to get as far away from the dress up that kilgrave had forced her into

she has a strong aversion to the color purple

jessica breaks a phone cord at least once a week

jessica jones loved patricia walker more than she loves herself. it’s not a romantic love but platonic, one coming from two people who grew up defending each other. she would shoot herself in the head if it meant keeping trish safe. trish always saw the best in her, even when she couldn’t see it herself.

she still loves trish, but it’s harder now. different. she sees trish and remembers how she killed her mother and jessica feels like she’s lost all of her family now. she didn’t quit on trish and refused to kill her, even though it meant trish attacked and injured her.

she thinks her anger management treatment is stupid so she has not yet attempted to get any kind of help for her ptsd

fighting ninjas was the dumbest shit ever but she knew she had to

the anniversary of hope’s death is one of the hardest times of the year for her

losing matt murdock had a strange effect on jess: she realized she should have died as less people cared about her and he was actually doing good for others. now the asshole is back. whatever.

she didn’t know what a spleen was until she lost hers and she’s really fucking pissed about it.

despite all the shit she talks, jess would team up with the defenders again

she misses luke but also knows her actions are what drove him away

► WANTED CONNECTIONS

 luke cage - former boyfriend and current friend

“–– what are you doing here? were you also a pleasant hill escapee and i missed the memo?”

Exodus tilted his eyes with a squint of his eyes. “Only the weak resort to name calling. I’ve been alive hundreds of years, I have heard worse. You seem to care more than you’re willing to admit.”

“oh don’t worry, we’ve got a whole family of ‘em.”

“shit uh ok— about five foot eight, weighs a buck fifty? brown hair, looks kinda like a kicked puppy sometimes. hangs out with some kid named ned,” he stammers on, a bit hopeless, “ring any bells?”

“Have you checked that it’s not Elektra from 616?” That was a good place to start, although Matt had a feeling that Jessica had already vetted that. She was too thorough to let something like that slip by, and deep down he knew that she wouldn’t have bothered to approach him with this if she didn’t see some merit in it. He still ignored the paper in her hands though, listening as she folded it up.

His heartbeat was starting to pick up, and Matt had to strain to hear Jessica’s voice through the thudding in his chest as his head started to slowly shake. It was out of disbelief at first, but then anger flared in his chest at Fisk’s name. Nothing he seemed to try would be enough to get Fisk off of the streets, to keep him from harming more people by the day. Hearing that Kate was potentially dragged into this mess because of him made him make a mental note to check in on her, but the idea of Elektra potentially being inside of a S.H.I.E.L.D. backed reality prison was taking up most of the real estate in his brain at the moment. Elektra knew how to command attention, even after her death. Death, because she was dead.

She died underneath the rubble of that building, and this was all just some big misunderstanding. It had to be. “Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. do something like this?”

“You mean the female Daredevil? Do you know how many rooftops I had to crouch on before I ran into her and other you?” She's getting too old for that kind of recon. Her knees are still aching from the cold. The other Elektra hadn’t been the most friendly, but she hadn’t tried to run Jessica through either. All in all, it was about as good as she could have expected. Good luck, the Elektra of Earth-616 had told her. You will need it. She was getting really fucking sick of hearing that.

Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. do something like this? Jessica lets the question sit between them. Why was a damn good question. From what she had seen, they had already done this before. Why again if it hadn’t worked the first time? Second times the charm or something? There were too many questions. Jessica hates asking them and not having any answers. That’s ultimately just another thing for her to bitch about. Like clockwork, the flask is unscrewed and a swig is consumed.

“I’m not,” Matt said pointedly. Although, he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince Jessica of that or himself. He knew how he got when Elektra was around in his life, and he was terrified of going down that same spiral all over again. What he had with Jen was nice, and simple, and he didn’t want it to get complicated. He really, really didn’t. “I met the Sheriff. Elodie Boyd, not Elektra Natchios. Jennifer told me that her face was different from the picture I’d shown her, so I can’t even say for sure that it was her.”

“right,” he nods, briefly patting down his pockets for his wallet, but ultimately deciding against it. “sorry about that—”

Daisy finished off the rest of her drink, the professional facade falling just a little bit as she shook her head. “Hell no. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s just covering their asses.” She was S.H.I.E.L.D. though, wasn’t she? It pained her to talk about the organization as a whole like that, but it was true. The cover up was insane.

“Last I checked I didn’t hire you to investigate anything. Sounds like you were doing some volunteer work.”

Marc threw back another swig from his drink, which was only his second of the night. He figured he’d be less inclined to down a whole bottle if he went to a bar and just got a beer instead. But of course he chose the seat next to Jessica Jones of all people. “You know what? I’m sorry for being such a dick to you the other day, because I see why you drink so fuckin’ much now. Fuck.” Waving a hand, he ordered another round for both of them this time as he finished his beer off. 

“queen’s dead, ya prick.” if there are tears in his eyes, no there aren’t.

“hey, don’t ask me—- they recruit damn near anyone these days.”

“What, you got anything better to say? You look like you’ve got some real wisdom to share.”

“Yes.” It’s said through gritted teeth as Matt shrugged his shoulders a bit in an effort to release some of the tension that was already pulling on them, but it wasn’t working. Jessica was asking him again and for a brief moment it was like he was back to square one, feeling resentful that he didn’t just die in that rubble with her. He’d long since moved past any of those emotions and rebuilt everything that he nearly destroyed for himself in his grief, but now there was a possibility Elektra wasn’t dead after all?

No, just… no. He couldn’t accept that possibility when he’d finally moved on from their tumultuous relationship and accepted that he could live a life without her. He hears the paper in her hand but makes absolutely no move to grab it or ask her what it says. Of course she tells him anyways. “Pleasant Hill? I’m not following. Who’s project is it?” He hated how invested he immediately was, even if every bone in his body was telling him to just walk away and pretend she’d never mentioned it. “It should have killed me.” And that just Matthew feeling guilty about the entire thing, it was an objective truth. “It’s quite literally a miracle that it didn’t. There’s no way.”

“Huh. Must be a different E. Natchios then. A cousin, maybe? Long lost twin?” Her tone is snide and a little mean. They’ve already done the Elektra is back song and dance and it had put Jess in a pissy mood. She had vowed to never get tangled up in ninjas again. Hanging around Matt put that promise at risk. Moving to the desk, she grabs her flask and swallows a mouthful of burning liquor. The sting is what she needs to combat how harsh her hangover makes the light seem. After this, she’ll go to a bar. What she needs is to go home, but Trish is missing. She can’t sit in her apartment and stare at the ceiling knowing that Trish is stuck in the hell that Elektra supposedly isn’t.

“yeah, no –– my bad. i’m just - i was supposed to meet up with a friend. you haven’t seen him, have you? ‘bout yay high, brown hair, looks a little bit like — well, me.”