#about:jp

II. Personality

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Nuetral

Personality Type: Champion (ENFP)

Avatar Element: Fire

GOT House: House Targaryen

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Zodiac: Leo

Positive Traits: confident, loyal, flirty, compassionate

Negative Traits: Jaded, stubborn, suspicious

Pet Peeves: TBD.

Bad Habits: Smoking MJ too often to deal with things

III. Other

Religion: Jewish Secularism.

Political Party: Liberal

Piercings: 5

Tattoos: 4

Typical Attire: Tomboy Chic.

Scent: Paco Rabanne: 1 Million Eau de Toilette

Hobbies: Dancing, cooking, eating, writing letters to Oprah asking to be adopted, smoking

Phobias: Centipedes 

Psychiatric Disorders: Depression

Physical/Genetic Disorders: None.

Family Information: Pamela Barrett met Levi Puckerman at a nightclub in downtown Detroit while she was waitressing. He was charming, and she was… young and dumb. She fell far too quickly. She never thought she’d be the type of woman who would believe a man who said his wife just didn’t understand him or genuinely love him, but she was in too deep by the time the “wife” jab came her way. Levi promised he would end his marriage over and over again, but once she found out she was pregnant with her son, Pam knew she was the one who had to be done. And she was done, but a few years later, a run-in with that stupid beautiful familiar face, and too many tequila sunrises later and baby number 2 with the man she loved so much it hurt, but it hurt too bad to love. Levi went back to his family, and Pam decided that she and her two children would be family enough for her.

IV. Biography

Jaqueline Ruth Puckerman was a self-reliant kid; you had to be when your mother worked so much that you only saw her when she was waking you up in the morning, throwing food in front of you before heading off to another shift, or on a rare occasion kissing you goodnight. Pam worked hard to ensure they had a roof over their head, food on the table, and whatever luxuries she could provide her children. Jackie was good with being on her own, she could get into whatever she wanted, and there was no one around to bother her or question her because who really cared what she did?

Sure, her mom loved her, but she was never around, her big brother was barely older than she was, and her dad, well fuck him. Jackie had a picture of him she found in her mom's drawer when she was 7, and she'd just sit and stare daggers in it, praying he'd get some form of mutated killer chicken pox or something. Jackie ran the streets and got into trouble regularly; it was called having fun people, until one day, the little girl walked into the wrong house at the wrong time and got herself hurt. Pam knew her daughter was a handful, but she didn't have the time to watch after her like she should. She just hoped things would work out, that was until she got a call from the hospital.

Jackie hadn't wanted to move to some small town she'd barely heard of. All of her friends were in the D, and Detroit was home, and there was no way they were going to top the food. Also, there was the fact that this is where the donor and his 'real' family lived. Unfortunately, it turns out being 13 meant you had no say in where you lived. It just so happened to also be where her mother’s grandparent’s lived. The woman had fond memories or something that didn’t convince Jackie that her mother knew what she was doing at all. But Port Whitley here they come. Pam had a plan, nursing school, which was great, except being a full-time student while working full time didn't help with the whole spending time with your kid's thing. It was a good thing Jackie was used to basically raising herself by that point.

After a few months passed and Jackie had successfully charmed and/or pissed off the locals, she needed a new project, and since they couldn’t afford her dance classes anymore, all of her projects ended in trouble. Somehow the latest involved breaking into a the local engine house. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't the mastermind cat burglar, she thought she was. Still, fortunately, the station’s chief saw something in her and took pity. They worked out a deal. He wouldn't rat her out to anyone if she came by the firehouse and helped out after school. A wing, she just sort of begrudgingly slipped under.

The after-school penance became a sort of apprenticeship. Jackie learned all there was to know about working in a firehouse. When she got a little older they even let her do drills and work out with them a bit. Mostly she was in charge of the grunt work. Cleaning and cooking. But they didn’t realize half of that she adored. Jackie loves food, eating it (she's basically always hungry), cooking it (she's actually pretty talented), and thinking of new ways to make it better. Cooking is sort of like an art form to her, her second favorite after dance. She likes to believe that her life was different; if she were different, she'd be in some big city dancing on some grand stage and cooking at some fancy restaurant, but whateves, such is life. Jackie becoming a Firefighter was definitely no surprise to anyone. She practically grew up in Station 61. After she was finally done with high school, to both the delight of her and the entire staff, Jackie went on to study fire science at Ravenswood University (after being rejected from Julliard). She was prepared to be of service because as much as ‘little her’ wanted nothing to do with that town, and as much trouble as she caused, that place saved her when she was at her lowest.

V. HEADCANONS

Secret NEEEERRRRDDD

Misses Dance more than she can say.

Knows where her father is but never bothers to reach out  

Jackie had been dancing since she was a child. It was her first love. She even auditioned for Julliard, but wasn’t accepted. 

Jackie adores her big brother; he's sort of all she had growing up, not that she admits it. One of her favorite activities in life is working on his last nerve. She's got it down to a science.

Though her mother wasn't very present overall, Jackie's kind of working on her resentment, and they've been mending fences… a half aboard at a time