Kelly, Mary Jane

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Mary Jane Kelly




"The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. "

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00I. full name Mary Anne Kelly
0II. canon or original Original, Jack the Ripper
III. years of age 28
0IV. orientation heterosexual
00V. social status Low Class
0VI. occupationProstitute and Dancer at the Cat Scratch Club

00I. play by Sophia Myles
0II. body type Curvy
III. height 5' 5"
0IV. eyes color Blue
00V. description When Mary first began turning tricks and dancing naked for money- she had decided that she would do it all tastefully and would maintain her pride and sense of self-worth. She wore the prettiest clothes she could afford and tended to try and cover up as much skin as she could when she wasn't working. Now- nearly five years later- she's lost nearly all pretense of propriety, and wears clothes that tend to flaunt her profession instead of hide it. As though her profession has somehow become a badge of her own independence instead of the shameful lot in life she has been reduced to. However, she doesn't tend to take the best care of herself and seems to be rather sickly more often than not. Although it's not like she has access to expensive medicines. Plus, the drinking.

00I. overall personalityMary described as is best split up into two key parts. Her sober self, and her incredibly drunk self. Her sober self- her true self- is kind, calm, and completely at peace with herself and the world around her. She is talented, and graceful, and completely charming with her wiles and talents. She is also known for her wit, and intelligence about worldly issues, despite her unfortunate illiteracy.

However, when she has pushed herself into the far reaches on inebriation, she is nothing like the Mary most know. She her wit takes a wicked turn for the cruel. She becomes highly aggressive, and even violent on some occasions. And she is also known for being an extremely loud drunk, which has landed her in jail more than once.

Although her drinking is just her attempts to smother our her own cowardice. Her own fears. From her fear of what she's become, to her fears of getting close to someone. So she tends to do it when she's working or extremely emotional, only exasperating already bad situations.
0II. strengths

• Her talents concerning dancing and singing- although the more she drinks, the less adept she becomes.
  
• Her ability to persevere.
  
• Her subtle optimism.

III. weaknesses

• She's a bit of an alcoholic.
  
• Her station in life is a bit unsavory.
  
• Her optimism about life, love, and other people in almost into the naive range.
  
• She is illiterate due to a severe case of dyslexia, often having friends read her things she cannot.

0IV. goals To live, and maybe be loved again.

00I. notable family & friends
John Kelly / Father / Deceased
Margret Kelly / Mother / Deceased
Sarah Kelly / Sister / 20
Robert Kelly / Brother / Deceased
James Kelly / Brother / 25
Timothy Kelly / Brother / 29
John Kelly Jr / Brother / 31
George Kelly / Brother / 24
Joseph Kelly / Brother / 22
Philip Kelly / Brother / 26
Roger Davies / Husband / Deceased

0II. overall history
Mary Jane Kelly was born to two Welsh farmers who didn't have two five pence coins to rub together. And with the large amount of children in their household that was a major problem. Mary was considered an unlucky birth by both her mother and father, who wished desperately to have enough sons to run the farm for them. Mary spent a large part of her miserable childhood trying fiercely to show them she could be useful. But her efforts on the farm were hardly noticed, and more often than not- her brothers took credit for what was her hard work.

When her sister was born, Sarah, her mother discovered that she would be her last child. A complication had arose during birth and neither mother nor daughter had been expected to even survive. But their miraculous recovery was seen as a blessing, and the little girl was treated as such. No thought was given to how useless she'd be on the farm. They didn't care. And again Mary was cast to the side.

Mary began throwing herself into the arts at this point, hoping desperately to gain someone's attention- anyone's attention. And this was how she caught Roger Davies's eye. Little sixteen year old Mary was working in the local pub, singing and dancing her heart out for a few coins. And he saw her. After her display he caught her attention and began to talk with her. They found themselves completely taken with one another. Roger was a fireman from the United States, with a cute little New York accent. He was in Wales on vacation with some friends. But he stayed for another week after they left just to spend time with her.

And when he had to go back- Mary left with him and never looked back. About a year later they were married in a small ceremony, and things were perfect. Mary wanted for naught, and her husband treated her with all of the care and attention she'd never before received. And when she turned eighteen, there was talk of possibly starting a family. Maybe right after Thanksgiving.

But on September 11, 2001, Mary's world came crashing down when Roger down to the towers to look for survivors and never came back out. For a while, Mary stayed in denial. Going about her regular business, laying him out an extra plate at dinner time. But when bills weren't paid, slowly things began to deteriorate, until the bank came to repossess her house. Their house. And then there was only the street.

It was while on the street that she came across a flier for the Cat Scratch Club. After working up the courage to audition, she got a job there as a dancer, and from there began to work the streets. The past nine years have been difficult for Mary, but she wouldn't ever let on to that fact.
III. sample post

Mary could hear it. Them. All of them. The loud blaring sirens. All whizzing past the window on their way to the danger. Roger was just beginning to stir next to her. It was his one day off this week, and as such he was trying desperately to stay asleep. But Mary had been awake ever since she heard it. It was faint, as they were a bit of a distance from the center of the city, but she could still feel it. Like fireworks had been shot off. Cannons even. And they had peeled her eyes open as she waited. Waited for a phone call. She hoped against all hope that it would never come. That it was something they could handle and leave her husband out of it all.

But about fifteen minutes later she heard another cannon. And then the ring of her husband's cell phone. She couldn't even explain it, but in that moment, tears began to fall. Quietly and silently they made their way down her face as she felt her husband roll over to answer the phone. He mumbled something gruffly into the mouth piece before setting it back down and getting out of bed stiffly. She didn't roll over to watch him get dressed, as she didn't want him to see her crying. And as he slipped out of the door and into their truck, she pretended to be asleep.

Every morning Mary wakes up and regrets that moment. With every fiber of her being. She regrets not throwing her arms around him and kissing him and asking him to stay. She regrets not going down there with him. She regrets not demanding that someone go find her husband. And she regrets not having said 'Goodbye.' And this- this is why she drinks. Why she puts herself through the torture of being a prostitute. Because she can't put away her regrets, and she can't forgive herself. And how can someone like that ever be truly worth another person's love?

SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.

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