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"You will soon hear of me and my funny little games."

― Jack the Ripper

She Fantasized Sometimes, Too:

About killing him a little: a little poison in his pudding, a little flick-flick-flick with a fillet knife at his throat.

― Shannon Celebi, Small Town Demons

Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker: "What a sultry whisper, indeed, a sultry whisper on such bitter breath. What secrets, secrets, secrets you must bury, hide, keep them all to your very self all locked away, away with fyfe and drum so far, so deep that none may see. I've a keen eye, chickadee, such a discerning gaze, me. Won't you let me take a peek?"

The Fury of a Demon:

Instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

― Edgar Allen Poe, The Black Cat

[[Human]]: In name only, as some might suggest. They say the angels weep for the plight of man, that their tears may well be the salted waters of every lake and ocean Ea over -- some are done crying. Whilst the majority of the Eldanar congregate in goodwill courts and white chapel churches, there are those within their ranks that see the folly in open forgiveness of the transgressions of man. It is possible she is among them.
[[Legacy of Madness]]: Her parents were sent away when she was young, thought to be mad when they began their doomsday decree. They reside now in an asylum somewhere deep in Aby'ssa, still screaming their promise of the end of days. They say it's only a matter of time before she joins them. Feel like taking a ride on the crazy train? All aboard!
[[Revolution]]: Four O'Clock and all's quiet. Been too long since the world was set aflame, and it just so happens she's holding the match. Seems to me it's time for a bit of a revolution, eh, chaps? You want in?
[[Charn]]: She's from Aby'ssa and doesn't hide the fact. Then again, she isn't exactly forthcoming with facts, either... or even capable of offering them. Who's to say what's true?
[[Soldier]]: A loyal soldier from mid-teenaged years, once an assassin for Charn's military force, now turned violent vigilante.
[[Criminal]]: Whitechapel seems quite at home in the criminal world and all the elements that compose it. She has taken credit for many of the world's most unsettling and unsolved crimes, and nobody can really be sure which of her ranting is reality and which is fanciful whimsy. Kinda makes you wonder, doesn't it? Wonder what kind of person you're riding in that wagon with? Sleeping in that camp beside? Mm. I'm sure it's all just fanciful whimsy to make herself seem more interesting.
[[Secrets]]: She does love a good secret. She loves the bad ones even more. Have you got something bittersweet she might sup upon? Rumour has it a fair 'price' is paid for things of interest.
[[Time]]: Obsessed with the passing of time; fascinated by clockwork mechanics, and original timepieces. Perhaps you have something that might capture her eye, or are capable of constructing unique works. Judging by the amount of stopwatches she has about her person, it wouldn't be hard to guess she might be interested.
[[War]]: Her brain is filled with so many holes that it's a wonder she can piece any of her past together, but it's hard to forget the sounds and the sights of needless conflict. Whether you can believe her tales of derring-do on the fields of battle left forgotten is really anyone's guess, but if she's lying, she sure has done some homework.

Cruel With Guilt:

And daring with despair, the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar; invades the sacred hour of silent rest and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.

― Samuel Johnson

тили тили бом - Maza

Tili Tili bom,

Zakroy glaza skoree,

Kto-to hodit za oknom,

I stuchitsya v dveri.

Tili Tili bom,

Krichit nochnaya ptitsa,

On ezhe probralsya v dom k tem,

Komu ne spitsya.

On idet,

On uzhe...


Tili Tili bom,

Ty slyishish, kto-to ryadom?

Pritailsya za uglom,

I pronzaet vzglyadom.

Tili Tili bom,

Vse skroet noch nemaya,

Za toboy kradetsya,

On I vot-vot poymaet.

On idet,

On uzhe...


Tili-Tili-Bom - Maza


Close your eyes now,

Someone's walking outside the house,

And knocks on the door.


The nightbirds are chirping,

He is inside the house,

To visit those who can't sleep.

He walks,

He is coming...

... Closer.


Can you hear him closing in?

Lurking around the corner,

Staring right at you.

The silent night hides everything,

He sneaks up behind you,

And he is going to get you.

He walks,

He is coming...

... Closer.

A Messy Situation

Name: Jacali Ava D'Santos
Relatives: Unknown
Apparent Age: Adult
Height: 5'4"
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Black

Lineage: Lord Geoffrey Godstrop III
Culture: Unknown
Birthplace: Aby'ssa
Cause: Revolutionary Vigilantism
Position: Nemesis of Neglect
Role: Wrathful Housekeeper
Cotorie: None

... Made Messier Yet ...