Jacklyn James was born October 24th, 1993 in Anchorage, Alaska. Her father was an abusive alcoholic fisherman and her mother was kind and caring registered nurse. They weren’t exactly poor, but they weren’t exactly rich either, in fact Jacklyn’s parents fought over money making it an unhappy marriage that they couldn’t afford to get out of. Jacklyn’s childhood was alright given the circumstances, as she got older she’d stay over at her friends’ house more than her own due to her parents constantly in fights. Eventually Jacklyn’s father would drink himself to death which would have been sad had he not have been a complete asshole. However his passing away put a strain on the family income. Jacklyn had to take up a part time job in high school and help support her mother and 2 brothers as she was the oldest child in her family. The extra responsibility of having a job put a dent in her grades but she managed.
Growing up all Jacklyn wanted to do was get the hell out of Alaska and travel so naturally she decided to become a pilot. It was arduous work and exceptionally time consuming having to put in a certain amount of hours of flight time to get her pilot’s license. Jacklyn didn’t much enjoy hauling a bunch of people around, and she certainly didn’t like the responsibility and having to deal with others thus her focus was thrown towards becoming a bush pilot. She loved having her little plane and sweet solitude, the only people she had to deal with were villagers of whom Jacklyn delivered supplies to which was only a small exchange often times. Things were all well and good for some time.
One day Jacklyn received a rather unique job proposition to transport some provisions to a location she hadn’t really heard of before. The assignment paid exceedingly well and she jumped on the opportunity not really thinking about it. Little did she know this “meager” errand would put her in an unthinkable position, fighting for her life. Jacklyn didn’t speak the native language of the land so she searched long and hard for other survivors that spoke English, eventually coming upon a woman who would later become her good friend.
The two stuck together as they not only spoke the same language, but were coincidentally tremendously like minded and similar in some aspects. Together they would carry on as best they could given the circumstances. Life went on okay for some time until Jacklyn’s new friend turned on her. They were low on food and the hunger had driven her friend mad. Jacklyn awoke just in time before her friend was about to attack her in her sleep, likely to eat her corpse. In defence Jacklyn had to murder her friend and she learned a valuable lesson of trust that would be engraved in the back of her mind forever.