| Name: Jacqueline Moss
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American
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| Religion:
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Catholic
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| Saint of Choice:
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St. Francis
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| Occupation:
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Sidewalk Sleeper
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| Demeanor:
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Martyr
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| Apparent Age:
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Mid-Twenties
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| Nickname:
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Jack, The Dodger
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| Quotes
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"Angel of God, my Guardian dear,
to whom God's love commits me here,
ever this night be at my side,
to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen."
Prayer to Guardian Angel
"Don't be shocked that people die,
Be surprised you're still alive."
Flyleaf . Cassie
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| RP Hooks
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- Livin' in the 'Zone? You have seen Jack, for she lives on its corners.
- Like music? Jack has the qualities of a concert violinist, but her concert halls are the alleys and streets of skid-row.
- Religious, especially in the Catholic Church? Jack is deeply affiliated with San Felipe de Neri Church, and also is afflicted with four of the five Stigmatic wounds.
- Jack can be anywhere. We'll work something out!
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Physical Description
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She stands a notch over five feet with a coltish physique that makes her quick and agile; her feminine form is meager at best, and she is often confused for a boy at first glance. However, those that pay the time to acknowledge her presence will find that she is a striking, unearthly creature with angelic features. Her complexion is all peaches and creams, and sunkissed grace beneath the grubbiness of a streetrat. Her face is a gentle oval with cheekbones are neither sharp nor round. Her chin has a little point, and her nose is straight and slightly buttoned at the tip. Her mouth is soft and almost always on the verge of a smile. Innocent eyes the color of springtime green stare out at the world, oblivious to its dangers. About her crown dances a halo of wild, golden curls that somehow repel dirt, and shine.
She wears donated clothes that have lost most of their shape and are all mismatched.
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| Allies and Contacts
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