Is that NELLIE WALKER? I heard the FOURTY THREE year old works as THE OWNER OF THE VAULT. Which makes sense, seeing how they are FEARLESS, but can also be RECKLESS. Do they know whatâs going on in the city? I heard they are a DIRTY CIVILIAN with ties to THE NETWORK.
S T A T S
FULL NAME: Janelle Laura Walker neé Decker NICKNAME(S): Nellie (preferred) OCCUPATION: Owner of The Vault
GENDER: Cis Woman PRONOUNS: She/Her NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: Vietnamese + White
HOMETOWN: Harlan, Kentucky SOCIAL CLASS:  Formerly lower class, currently upper class EDUCATION LEVEL: made it part way through highschool before dropping out FATHER:  Jonathan Decker MOTHER: Jacqueline Decker neé Boudreux SIBLING(S): Joseph Decker, James Decker CHILDREN: PET(S): none currently
T L ; D R
Born in Harlan, Kentucky to a weak willed mother and a strong handed father, the youngest of three. Life was always a competition and it was made clear from a young age that Nellie would never be allowed to win.
Nellie left home around 17, doing whatever she could as a young woman in this world to survive as she criss crossed the country. Was she looking for adventure? Stability? She wasn't sure.
Eventually she fell in with a man named Taylor Walker, a member of the Outlaws MC. Their love burned hot and fast, and before they hand a chance to see if it'd flame out or continue to keep each other warm, Taylor was killed, and Nellie left a widowed Old Lady.
She didn't stick around the club long, continuing her wandering ways, until eventually she landed in the lap of L.A., dreams in hand, although she didn't have dreams of being famous like many others who show up on the West Coast. She wanted to own something.
And own something she did, with the help of investors, one of the most notable being The Network, Nellie opened up The Vault, a high end strip club repackaged as burlesque. It's the type of place celebrities don't mind being photographed from, and there's always a line to get in.
She rules The Vault with an iron fist, involved in each and every decision and ruthlessly protective of it's employees, dancers or not.
B I O G R A P H Y
Janelle Decker came into the world already losing. Born in a forgotten pocket of Appalachia, her life was shaped by fire and silenceâan unforgiving father who dealt in cruelty and competition, and her mother, beautiful and broken in a long list of menâs ledgers, taught Nellie early what survival looked like. Lipstick on coffee cups, strange men at the door, and a prayer on her lips that her daughter would somehow escape. Nellie didâbarely. By seventeen, she was on the road with a duffel bag and too much fire in her gut to look back.
She spent her early years crisscrossing the country in a blur of cheap motels, bad decisions, and worse men. She scraped by doing what she had toâstripping, hustling, sometimes moreâbut she never let herself be anyone's victim. A man might hit her once. Once. But Nellie hit back harder, and when she left, she took his keys, his cash, and his self-respect with her.
Somewhere along the way, she fell in love. A real, knock-you-on-your-ass kind of love. Taylor Walker was Outlaws MC, and he made her feel like maybe there could be a version of life that didnât hurt so goddamn much. They married in a haze of leather and smoke, full of promises neither of them fully believed but both desperately needed. It didnât lastâhe was killed a few years in, leaving Nellie with a last name and a hollowed-out future. Widowhood didnât soften her. If anything, it sharpened her edges. Sheâd already lost too much to let grief break her.
Drifting eventually turned into rebuilding. Nellie knew the gameâhell, sheâd danced on its stageâand she was done working for anyone elseâs pocket. With the right connections and all the wrong experiences, she found her way into the pocket of The Network and opened The Vault: not just a strip club, but an institution. Located in Los Angeles and designed with velvet elegance and burlesque flair, The Vault became the place to be seenâwhere celebrity met sin, and high society didnât feel quite so shameful for looking.
Nellie runs it with a no-nonsense hand and a bulletproof spine. The Vault is run on her terms: dancers get health insurance, guaranteed pay, and access to classes in investing, business, and self-defense, all packaged under clever business covers. She claims itâs just good strategyâ"nobody wants a burnt-out girl clinging to the pole 'cause sheâs got no exit plan"âbut the truth is simpler: Nellie remembers what it was like to have nothing, and she refuses to let anyone under her roof feel that way again. She knows every trick, every angle, and every lie men tell themselves about women like her. Sheâs smart, stylish, and terrifyingly self-possessed. She doesnât apologize for who she had to be to surviveâand she sure as hell doesnât let anyone forget whoâs in charge now.
H E A D C A N N O N S:
She once beat a man unconscious with her stiletto because he grabbed one of her dancers; the heel snapped clean in half, and she had it bronzed.
Nellie has always been the kind of person who fights hardest for the people who canât fight for themselves, even when it gets her hurt in the process.
The smell of leather and motor oil is comforting to her in a way most people wouldnât understandâit reminds her of freedom, of the life she built with her own hands instead of the one forced on her.
She never learned to cook more than the basics, but she makes a damn good cup of coffeeâstrong enough to put hair on your chest, as Taylor used to say.
She didnât cry the first time she got hit by a man who wasn't her fatherâshe laughed, and the sound of it scared the man more than the switchblade she buried in his thigh.
Over the years, Nellie has picked up a number of scars, the most prevalent being: one on her cheekbone from the kickback on a gun when Taylor was teaching her to shoot, one under her eye that is a reminder of her time on the road and some wicked road rash on her back from a death wobble on the back of a prospectâs bike.
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