History: Her dad worked for Stark, which probably explained a lot, if we're going to blame anybody. There's probably answers there. Answers as to why, after 15 relatively uneventful years, barring a few broken bones, a dead gerbil and classic suburban emotional constipation, everything had to go to such shit. A car crash, which, okay, in the cold light of sobriety, was probably Jessica's fault, that killed her entire family and put her into a coma. A mysterious entity paying her medical bills, which, after some time with it, seems particularly calculated, while she was out. A stage mom, who saw the perfect opportunity in Jessica when she woke up, because she had to have made the mistake of getting to know the one and only Patsy! when she should have been giving swirlies to the freshmen like a normal surly teenager. The bond that really made sisters sisters was probably always a web of lies and secrecy, but Jessica was still fairly sure theirs was unique. So Jessica lifted a marble sink and got Trish to agree to never tell anyone. That was, okay, that was probably Jessica's fault, too. Mrs. Walker being abusive pigshit was not Jessica's fault, that we can finally blame somebody else for, but it wasn't until Jessica intervened that Trish probably even considered emancipation. Then they only had each other. And then, well, then Jessica really fucked it up for her. Jessica never did well with authority, or people in general, but since she was a kid she had a natural talent for watching them. As handy as that could be in the crappy low-level customer service jobs she could muster up, the blackmail solution was always short-term, and she wasn't exactly someone you could claim was 'going places'. For the time being, though, she had Trish, who would say she had a good heart, and really believed she had it in her to change the world. She could be one of those costumed idiots, the so-called 'Avengers', yadda, bullshit. That was just asking for trouble, and there was no way Jessica was wearing a cameltoe onesie. If someone was in trouble, though, maybe she could step in, once in a while. If it was convenient for her. Even that turned into trouble. Who knew saving a guy from getting the shit kicked out of him would be a life changing event? Someone saw her, of course. Not the press, not the cops, somehow worse than that. Turns out, Jessica wasn't the only one in Hell's Kitchen with secret powers just doing what was best for herself. What was best for Kilgrave, though, was almost certainly never good for anyone else. Fascinated by her strength and endurance, and what she could do for him, Kilgrave kept Jessica under his power for almost a year, forcing her to obey his every casual command and play at a torturous romance while internally she screamed for release every waking second. It took death. Not her own, but at Kilgrave's word Jessica committed murder, violently, watched someone die at her hands, then had to walk away. For a second, she thought, maybe she couldn't really hear him. And in that second, he was struck by a bus. Good fucking riddance. Going back to normal life, well, that wasn't an option. Sure, she got therapy, she knew she had to do some things that made her feel in control, but even after she got her license to investigate and became her own boss, the nightmares continued, the flashbacks haunted her day, and her tolerance for the shitty whiskey she could afford was annoyingly high. She wasn't safe to be around, that much was clear. And anyway, it wasn't such a big change to go from one friend to none. She had double the issues all to herself now, anyway.
Powers: Superhuman strength and endurance (upper limits not tested), enhanced speed, can technically fly but not otherwise suited to it, accelerated healing.
In Game: The dome appeared about six months into Jessica's new life, which honestly didn't make much of a difference. She wasn't going very far out of her neighbourhood anyway.