Name: Jillian Leigh Masters

Age: 28 Sex: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian + Korean (1/4)

Occupation: Professional Criminal (Stringer for W. Coast Mob. Driver, Transporter, Grifter, Car Thief, Killer)

Occupation Status: Currently hiding out from her employer after an unfortunate incident

Legal Status: American Citizen with a felony criminal record (Auto Theft - did 2 years)

Languages Spoken: English, Korean, Spanglish

Education Level: Bachelors Degree in Art from UCLA

Significant Skills: Precision Driving, Drawing & Oil Painting, Tae Kwon Do, Street Fighting, Persuasion, Compentent with Handguns, Skilled with knives

Why in Hathian:

"Some days, nothing goes as planned....."

"Yesterday, I'd intended to spend an afternoon on a sunny SoCal beach followed by a night of clubbing - celebrating another big payday. Instead, I wind up having to shoot my boss's idiot cousin. Considering that my boss is a mid-level shot-caller in the SoCal branch of the Mob.....thats a problem."

"Usually I'm a fairly run-of-the-mill criminal. I steal and sell, or steal/chop & sell high-end cars, I drive for the odd robbery or "human removal", I provide discreet transportation for weapons, dope or people (breathing or not), I've been known to get involved in the occasional Grift (usually as the Distracting-Female-With-Big-Boobs), I once undercharged to shoot someone my Boss wanted underground (but could not get permission to take out....he was Family) - but somewhere along the line I developed a reputation for being able so sexually compromise people...usually cops.....but sometimes even people who were actually attractive. It was that reputation that got my Boss's cousin interested in hiring me...."

"He shows up at my apartment....my Boss's relative (a man who PROVES that testosterone rots the brain) and approaches me with a business proposition. He REALLY wanted to get his wife interested in a menage a trois (but only with a second girl...no additional sausage), and his big idea was to have someone who was good at that sort of thing sort of ease her into it. So, he offered me a decent payday if I could (a) get her to rearrange the sheets with me and (b) capture the event on tape. Now.....i'm thinking that he's feeding me a line, and that what he's REALLY after is a reason divorce her (something the fiercely religious Guidos would approve of) for doing the almost (for them) unthinkable, and that his chatter about it being "so hawt" having her first time on tape was just smoke and mirrors. Anyway, it was a fast 5Gs and she wasn't ugly, so when the deal was sealed - I delivered him what he asked for......and the uptight pasta-sucker pulled a gun on me..."

"Its just disgusting. Here I thought he was a sophisticated man-of-the world, when in reality the *prospect* of seeing his bride perform on film was a lot more erotic than the reality. He starts raving in Guido and its pretty apparent that he's just about to erase the whole incident by erasing *me*. I wasn't about to stand still for that, so I got his pistol (he should have been working out instead of downing all those Cannolis) and tagged him twice. Once to get him to act nice, once because I really HATE people who change their minds at the last minute - its unprofessional. I didn't kill him, but two shots to the crotch probably won't have him sending me any Christmas Cards. Meh, I hear they're doing great things with artificial testicles these days....."

"After THAT happened it seemed like a good idea to go hide out someplace until I figure a way to not wind up either being run thru my boss's wood-chipper or dumped in the drink off Long Beach. All things considered, driving to the cesspool of Louisiana....Hathian....was a lot better idea before I got here..."

"Life lesson..........when some wiseguy asks you to make a pass at his big-haired Sicilian Princess because he thinks that'll be kinda hawt...... pass on the money and Just Say No...."