Jodie was born in a small country in Asia some time during the early 1600s.  She graduated from Harvard with straight As by 2 seconds and she proceeded to start the Dutch West India trade company.  After becoming incredibly bored with her success, she spouted out a bunch of theories (Evolution, The Big Bang, etc.) and a few physics problems (F=ma, E=mc^2) and handed over the Dutch West India company to some old fart and invented the time machine at the tender age of 17 seconds.  She sent herself to August 16th, 1993, to a midwestern city where she killed an infant with her bare hands, drank its blood, and slept in its cradle.  Unfortunately, there was a flaw in her plans, her time machine was mistaken as a rattle, and was given to another child (which was not heard from again), and Jodie was sent home with a family that loved her and nurtured her mysterious inventing ways for the next 17 years.

She has reinvented the time machine several times since then, but, unfortunately, it keeps being mistaken as jumbled bits of scrap left over from art projects.  However, she likes to keep in contact with her old pals (Alexander, Ghandi, Hannibal, and Winston Churchill) by means of a small device hidden in her hair, knowing that this is the one place that is too chaotic for her other good pals (Obama and some other bros) to find it in.