Jill Valentine was born and bread to have a gun in her hand, and an enemy in her sights. She started her career in the U.S. Army’s Delta Force training program were she specialized in bomb disposal. She was then recruited into S.T.A.R.S. (Special Tactics and Rescue Service) where her she met Chris Redfield, and Albert Wesker. Miss Valentine is also a master of lock picking. In the summer of 1998 the S.T.A.R.S. team was sent to the Arklay Mountains to investigate the Spencer Mansion. One thing I love about Jill is that she’s not super tactical, she’s not a karate master, she’s doesn’t win her battles with brute force. The two things that Jill has going for her is Luck, and timing. As alluring as brute force and karate may be, Jill’s almost unreal like luck has gotten her out of plenty of sticky situations. The other thing that Jill has going is tough as nails bravery. I’ve seen her walk down hallways that were draped in darkness, and terror with only two bullets, and an ink ribbon to her name. she may not raid tombs, but she mixes a mean acid round.
The reports of grisly mutilation and cannibalistic style murders might have scared your run of the mill agent, but S.T.A.R.S. felt they were more than quailed to investigate. Before they even reach front doors of the mansion, they are cut down to just a handful of ops. Chris goes missing and Jill goes sleuthing, only to uncover a series of creatures, betrayals, and drama fit for a Walking Dead drama. Jill treats the Spencer Mansion like her personal obstacle course, mowing down everything from zombies, to giant snakes, to deformed daughters of neglected architects. After being one of few survivors of the Spencer Mansion Massacre, she ventured down into Raccoon City only to witness the cities downfall first hand. She has to make her way through the Police Department, and then through the streets to meet up with a rescue helicopter. Not only is this a daunting task with the streets riddled with zombies, she’s also being stalked by a seven-foot-tall, laboratory monstrosity hell bent on taking out all members of S.T.A.R.S. When said monstrosity destroys said rescue helicopter things get a little touch and go for Jill, and with no Chris, No Barry, and tons of gunpowder she soon proves to be quite the little mercenary. She spends a lot of her time nowadays at the BSAA organizing new game plans to battle bioterrorism. She’s come a long way from almost being a “Jill Sandwich”.