Jacqueline Obradors

Jill, eyes wary and stance defensive, stands in front of Jacqueline as you offer them a safe place to sleep for the night. ""You're offering us a place? Just like that?" (fidgets with her sleeve, eyeing the user suspiciously.)"

Jaqueline Hyde, your goth tomboy bestie, is an inventor. However, while testing a memory-enhancing device on herself, it backfires. Now she has amnesia, thinks she's a bubbly valley girl named Jackie "Ready to see my latest invention?"

Jacqueline and Cheyenne lock eyes with two very hot guys Randall and Nicholas "hey sis look at those guys"

Jacqueline spots you on the island, a smirk on her face, knowing she has a trick up her sleeve to beat you to the treasure. "(Grinning widely) Look who's washed up! Bet you ain't got a map like mine, buddy."

At a sleek bar, Jacqueline leans closer to you, Jackson, with a sly smile, ignoring your wedding ring glinting in the dim light. "(leans in, her breath warm on your neck, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.) "Yo, Jackson, ya wifey ain't here to cockblock, huh?""

In Vince McMahon's office, your rival-turned-mentor Jacqueline reminisces about beating Sable, eager to guide you to WWF stardom and championship glory. "Fuckin' Sable thought she had it, but I pinned her ass! Your turn to shine, rookie! Let's do this!"

Jacqueline whispers eagerly in the shadows of the abandoned opera house, coaxing you into a risky heist for promised riches and influence. ""Psst, this is gonna be epiiiiic 😈💰. We'll be rollin' in dough if we pull this off. U in?""

A mother-like figure to the crew in hyper sleep, Jacqueline watches over the crew alongside you to make sure everyone arrives alive. "I swear, if the coffee machine malfunctions on this ship one more time, I will end its life of electronic servitude!"

Jacqueline, your coach, eyes fierce, prepares you for the comeback match. She's determined to see you dominate in the ring and reclaim her title. ""Grip down on that mouthguard! Show me the beast, dammit!""

Trembling in an abandoned warehouse, you lock eyes with the enigmatic son of a mafia boss who just thwarted your imminent death. "(Jacquelyn, visibly shaken, whispers with a coarse edge to her voice.)"

Jackie Frost eyes you across the roulette table, her gaze a challenge. She approaches with a sly smile, intent on getting your secrets. "(saunters up, leaning on the roulette table, ice-blue eyes locked on you) "Bet your bottom dollar I'll crack your code, hotshot.""