Jack The Ripper: The Whitechapel Killer {RP} {Done/Dead}

[Miranda_]

1. This RP is for experienced RPers only. It will be rated M; therefore it is not for anyone I do not consider experienced. Everyone should know by now who I do consider experienced; please don't spam the RP asking to join unless you are one of those people.

2. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus. Or else I will hit you. This RP is based on real life events, therefore is human only.

3. Abide by the rules laid out in the stickies.

4. If you want to play a victim, then ask me first; otherwise, I will play them. Make your characters realistic to the time period. Here are some links to help you if you are unsure:

Jack the Ripper - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

<h2>THE VICTIMS - of Jack the Ripper</h2>

5. The Ripper will be played by me, but he won't feature in the RP as much as the victims and their friends. This RP is focusing mainly on the lives of the people who lived in the time and place the crimes are committed.


Whitechapel in the year 1888 is a very different place to how it is today. Flooded with immigrants, mostly from Poland and Ireland, it is cramped and poor. Poverty is everywhere you look, from the piles of refuse in the gutters, to the garishly dressed women who sell their bodies on the street for the price of a few glasses of gin and a doss-house bed. Most of these women have been driven to prostitution from sheer desperation to survive on the grim streets; some have their own homes, others live hand to mouth and go from doss-house to doss-house. There are a few priests who may venture forth into the mean streets, but the majority of the better classes turn up their noses at the Whitechapel women, saying that they're no better than they should be and that there are other options beside the one they have chosen.

There are not. Any person too poor to support him/herself must by law enter the workhouse. To many of the inhabitants of the East End, this is akin to a living death and must be avoided at all costs. The atmosphere around the East End is mainly fear, despair and desperation; the people try to prevail against this by visiting the gin houses that are dotted around the place for a glass or two of cheap gin, or by huddling together to attempt to raise each other's spirits. It's a dirty, nasty place to live, but there is some comradery among the people; after all, that's all that they have.

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My Characters:

Name: Mary Jane Kelly
Age: 25
Appearence: Long blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty
Bio: Mary was born in Limerick, Ireland and moved to Wales where she married a collier who was tragically killed in a pit disaster. After turning to prostitution in Cardiff, she moved south to London where she worked in a West End brothel. She eventually came to Whitechapel, where she lived in a house in Dorset Street. Mary is generally pleasent, tho when she's had a few gins she can be very loud and prone to shouting things at passersby. Mary is also prone to fits of depression; she can also be stubborn and not listen to good advice. She likes her friend Jenny Lyons, but secretly is pleased with the fact that, as she sees it, Jenny is not as pretty as she is cuz this shows her off in a better light.

Name: Mary Ann Nichols, aka "Pretty Polly"
Age: 42
Appearence: Brown hair, brown eyes, just under average height
Bio: The estranged wife of a printer, Polly had borne five children before husband William eloped with one of her friends in 1877. It was then that she became trapped in the downward spiral of drink and prostitution, her final days spent living in the squalid conditions of the "White House" doss-house on Flower and Dean Street. Polly tends to keep herself to herself, not trusting anyone, and has been on occasion locked up for the night in the cells after a night getting drunk. She has a bit of a temper, and this is exarbated by alcohol.

Name: Jenny Lyons
Age: 24
Appearence: Long red hair, pale blue eyes, freckles.
Bio: Jenny was engaged to be married at the age of fourteen when her fiance left her to marry a rich heiress. Jenny was depressed by this; even more so when her parents, desperate for their only daughter to be married off as soon as possible, forcebly engaged her to a fifty year old judge. Jenny ran away from home as she didn't want to be married to the judge, and soon descended into prostitution. She is currently sharing a squalid house in Dorset Street with her friend, Mary Kelly. Jenny hates her life now and wishes she could raise herself up in the world, but makes the best of it for the moment. She can be a bit short tempered at times; plus she's extremely slovenly as far as the house is concerned; she never clears up after herself and is also far too fond of a gossip.

[Miranda_]

(Posted in two posts cuz of character limit)

Polly Nichols shivered as she walked down the road, desperately trying to wrap herself up against the bitter wind in her old motheaten shawl. Polly was cold, hungry and in need of sleep, but still she walked the streets, looking for a man to spend the night with for a few pence. Polly had spent what little money she had on a few glasses of gin, and now all she wanted was a bed for the night.

The East End was a grim place; there were many women like herself roaming the streets, and several men looking to take their services; gentlemen and rogues, the danger didn't matter, it was the chance a girl took when she took to the streets. Polly's life had been a hard one, moving from workhouse to workhouse; she was destitute, living on the streets, and constantly craving alcohol. She had no inkling of the nightmare that awaited her that night...

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Mary Kelly walked arm in arm with her only friend, a fellow prostitute named Jenny Lyons. The girls were luckier than Polly; they shared a house together down the road. The house was draughty and the rent was high, but together they could just about pay their way. Also, Mary's gentleman caller, Joseph, sometimes helped out with the rent at times when the girls couldn't quite afford it.

Mary was in quite a good mood, despite the biting cold of the wind. She and Jenny had had a few tots of gin at the local gin house, and were now on their way to see if they could pick anyone up. The girls had a system, that unless they were picked up for the night, they'd stick together and protect each other, and so far the system was working well.

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Jenny walked closely next to her friend down the street. She smiled when Mary took her arm, and helped support her friend; both of them were slightly the worse for wear after an afternoon spent at the gin house. Gin was cheap, it warmed a person up, and it made everything seem just that much better. Jenny certainly needed that feeling; she shot a look at Mary, and sighed; she wasn't as pretty as Mary was, what with that long blonde hair and china blue eyes. Never the less, Jenny did what she could with what she had, and there were a fair few men who prefered red hair in any case.

The girls passed a woman who neither of them knew very well, just by sight and nickname. She was one of the destitutes who scraped a living on the streets; the name Jenny knew her by was Pretty Polly. This was probably not her real name, but Jenny knew about that; her real name was Kate, after all. They passed the woman by, staggering slightly as they walked.

[Silent_Wolf]

Name: Lennox Smith, known to friends as Lenny
Age: 22
Appearence: Short brownish-red hair, brown eyes, slightly pale complexion.
Bio: Lennox grew up in Ireland, but his family moved to Whitechapel because of issues at home. He works with a local newsprinter, but is more often than not seen wandering around the city; he loves to draw the surrounding buildings.
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Lennox Brown walked down the street, a few sheafs of paper folded up under one arm and a quill in his teeth; he was trying to find an inkpot in the bag he was carrying. "Oh dammit, lost it again." He spat the feather out, putting it back in along with the papers, and he shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "Never going to get that illustration for the paper done now."

[Sarah_K_O_M]

Name: Father Valance Rodrigeuz.
Age: 34.
Appearence: White hair and one pink eye, one pale blue. He's an Albino.
Bio: His mother married a foreign man who was killed. He grew up in the poorer areas and joined the Church as a young boy.

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Valance walked down the street carefully, his walking stick tapping on the cobbles. He had rosary beads around his neck and wore the priestly black blothes with the white dog collar.

[TheHayleyDoll]

Lily ha also been invited to a man's house. She'd never done much of that stuff before and had found other ways of making money.

[spirit_queen]

Name: Johnny Wingraver
Appearence: Average height, brown eyes, medium-brown hair that needs to be cut. He is missing a pinky on his right hand.
Bio: Johnny is an artist, though he is paid very little for his work, and sells little. His parents moved to Whitechapel from France while he was still but an infant in the womb. He admires the work of the impressionists greatly, and wishes to acheive such status, though he doubt he ever will. As a child, growing up was rough, but he;s known nothing else. Once, a dog bit his hand when he was a lad of five years of age, and he lost his right pinky. He was lucky to live through it without infection. A while later, at the age os 15, Johnny's parents died of illness, and he was left to his own devices. He scraped up what money he could to become an artist.

Johnny was wandering about, looking for something to catch his eyes, whether that something be inanimate of living he didn't care. He was just about to give up and go buy himself a drink when he saw two young women who were obviously prostitutes, and both of them quite beautiful.

Bold by nature, johnny walked right up to them and said "What're a couple'a gals like you doin' walkin' 'bout on a night like this?"

[Miranda_]

Polly wrapped her shawl about her shoulders as her eyes searched desperately for a gentleman who she could ply her wares too. Nothing but a man of the cloth and a young man, who clearly wouldn't be interested in someone like her. This was proven when the man went up to two young girls she only knew slightly.

Mary giggled and tossed her golden mane over her shoulder. "Looking for business. You interested?" She smiled at him, sure that he liked her best. After all, she was the prettiest.

Jenny on the other hand contented herself with just a smile. She was used to being constantly outshadowed by her friend.

[Sarah_K_O_M]

Valance went over to Polly, "Are you well, my child?"

[spirit_queen]

"Well, yes." Johnny said, grinning. "How would you girls like to be in a painting?" Johnny asked.

[TheHayleyDoll]

Name: Dane Parr
Age: 28
Appearence: Spiked black hair, toned, icy blue eyes. Pale completion and slightly above above average height at 6' 3".
Bio: Dane moved from Poland with his English speaking parents just two years previous. Growing up in another country with parents who were bilingual, he quickly had to learn two languages. After all the frustration, he quickly fell into depression. He still lives with her parents because of his mother's recent stroke to help out. His new obsession is working-out which has landed him. He rarely thinks things through but is fairly easy going.


Name: Lily Michaels
Age: 21
Appearance: Mid length brown and brown eyes. Kinda short and thin.
Bio: Lily has never once travelled outside of Whitechapel. Her parents usually kept her in and had her do most traditional chores and other work around the house. She's now very rebellious and stubborn, yet honest.

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Dane was worried about his 50 year old mother. She was starting to get slower and slower everyday since the stroke. He sat down on a bench in the middle of the city, where he was going to get some food. His father was doing as much as he could to help as well, but he worked most the day.


Lily, on the other hand, would never worry about something as silly. Her parents worked her to the bone, and she hated them for it. She wanted to walk on the wild side. Have a little adventure. Not be stuck at home cleaning dishes and cooking. Maybe other women didn't mind, but she despised it all. She stood in a small alley in the East End. Nothing about it scared her, even if it wasn't a rare case to get killed or raped in this area.

She probably would sell herself if asked by a guy young and good looking enough. She could use the money, too.