Jessica Rabbit was only ever designed for one thing: sex appeal, or more specifically sex itself. Her first memory was of a seedy studio, a bright light shining in her face as a man thrust into her repeatedly. It wasn't long after that Jessica learned what she was, a Toon porn star, something she had been ashamed of since she realized what her job really meant. She shot films by day and worked the streets at night, forced onto the corners by the men who owned her copyright. She had been born, or drawn rather, all of five hours when she was first slammed against a dirty alley wall and taken. She didn't like to think back on her first day of life, as in her opinion it was one of the worst.
Her days soon blurred into an endless stream of sex, beatings, and men, and it was horrible. They used her like a cheap toy, bouncing her from one to the other until she couldn't tell them apart. Gradually, she learned some valuable lessons. She learned to use her body to her advantage, yanking men around like dogs on leashes, and she learned the ways of the world, especially the small area of Hollywood she called home.
She learned that people looked down on Toons, and that even other Toons looked down on Toons, at least, those in her line of work. Toontown held no sanctuary for her, the characters who lived inside treating her almost as badly as humans. To them, nothing was worse than a Toon who worked for reasons deemed selfish, such as sex. So she drifted through her life, days turning into weeks and weeks to months, and wondering if there was a way to escape it all.