Post by JACK THE RIPPER on Sept 17, 2011 8:18:22 GMT -5
Victor Griffiths
"Yours truly, Jack the Ripper.”
"Yours truly, Jack the Ripper.”
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Alias: Izzi or Jill (the Ripper)
Other Characters: None
Rewritten City Found Via: Leffie and Sisi
Contact: PMs, Skype, MSN only if I must, and Facebook
Comments: I LAHV YEW.
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00I. full name Victor Griffiths
0II. canon or original Original
III. years of age Thirty-eight (birthday: January 22nd)
0IV. orientation Technically bisexual, but his drive is less toward sex and more toward thrill. Only very rarely crosses the “straight” line.
00V. social status High
0VI. occupation CEO of a tobacco wholesaling business, owns a restaurant in downtown Manhattan (named “Jack’s”- the official story is that it was his mother’s idea).
00I. play by My fabulously wealthy and attractive husband, RICHARD ARMITAGE<3
0II. body type Lithe and agile, reasonably muscular, strong mostly in the arms.
III. height Barely six feet
0IV. eyes color A striking frosty blue which has proved both disarming and sinister; he can use his eyes to either assure or to strike fear into someone. Almost like knives in and of themselves. His eyes are hooded by expressive dark brows.
00V. description Victor has never thought much of his looks. He’s become aware that people consider him attractive, and he uses that to its full advantage. No one suspects the handsome, engaging guy. He has wavy black hair which can often be quite unruly, but he never bothers to gel it--this makes his eyes even more striking, being the only light, incredibly lively part of his face. The only thing that could possibly begin to stand up to it is the infamous smirk he often wears. He also has many scars, most notably on his abs and one terrible scar on his right shoulder. His appearance lends some to think at first that he’s as cold as he really is (like Neil Patrick Harris once said “And sometimes there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one. Like with pie... e___e”); his face and nose are long and sharp, and he sometimes hangs back from social situations, chiming in when he’s needed. Victor has paid very close attention to behaviors that are received well in society and mirrors them, bringing most people to completely trust him.
00I. overall personality
One word that would perfectly describe Victor is sociopath. He fits the definition down to a tee. Victor is very charismatic and charming, and is expert in climbing the social ladder, but he is a compulsive liar and not a lot of what he says is based on any sort of fact. He is selfish and manipulative, two things that should never be put together; he will bend anyone in any way he can to get what he wants, and he’s become expert at it in the good twenty-or-so years he’s been telling more than white lies. He does not usually care about other people, but he’s extremely good at masking that fact if the person in question will be of use to him.
WHEN HE IS IN PUBLIC: Victor is well-liked for his high charisma and thought of as a sweet, harmless, if not slightly eccentric man. He can play the brother, uncle, father, or lover at the drop of a hat. People are his game, and he’s been playing them like a chessboard ever since he was very young. In the world of business, he is regarded as a stern but decent man who would do anything to keep himself and his workers on their feet. He has a keen sense for money and a clever mind for business, but tobacco is not something he particularly enjoys doing; he always wanted to be a doctor. He will often twist stories from his past to make people feel sympathy for him, and he’s become a very talented actor.
WHEN HE IS JACK: Jack is sinister as they come. Full of hatred; cool, calculating, cannot get his mind off of ‘work’. He believes himself to be far too clever for the police, or anyone, for that matter, and is always in complete control of everything he thinks and everything he does. He is very sharp and rather evil in his own thoughts, and absolutely relishes the commotion he causes and the hype; he loves the thrill of being close to the enemy, loves the chase, and is one hell of a cheeky bastard. Cheeky, yes, but also reserved and quietly condescending about things, which makes him all the more intimidating. As for his killings, he does get pleasure out of them; an animalistic, sexual sort of high, which doesn’t feel the same or doesn’t feel right with healthy sex practices.
THINGS EVEN HE DOESN’T SEE: There is much that Victor completely blocks out about himself. Number one is that he is very childish; always getting into any sort of mischief he can as Jack, purely for attention and other selfish reasons. He is also rather cowardly in the sense that if it comes down to you or him, you will always be the first one to go. He is a man who has been very hurt in his lifetime, which has harbored an icy hatred for most people; truthfully, he’s a lonely man, since no one can ever get close to him because of his barriers. Any person is capable of love, but his mind is not; it just doesn’t register actual feelings of love or affection, so all of it has to be faked. All of the tragedies in his life have had to do with women, and so he’s developed a hatred for them in particular, which only occasionally shines through in the right place at the right time. There are rare moments when he does genuinely respect (as much as he can) a person, and that is when he will tolerate them; in those instances, he doesn’t dread contact with them or doesn’t wish them any specific harm. When he gets terribly upset, which is not all that often, he gets very antsy; he will twitch and squirm, hallucinate and hears things, and his paranoia is heightened exponentially.
In short, he is a very pathetic, sad person under a very sinister, intimidating person, under a charming, charismatic person. Like a pie.
0II. strengths You could call him a genius; it’s just a matter of him using his intellect for a bad thing. He’s very well-versed in medical science and enjoys the arts. People don’t see him as the kind of man who would enjoy operas or drawing, but he does in fact love opera and doodles quite a lot. He even considers his ‘work’ art. Also, he’s clever and is a perfectionist when it comes to planning. He has had lots of practice covering his tracks and leading suspicion away from himself.
III. weaknesses A list of his weaknesses could go on for miles. For one, he’s probably got scores of mental problems (Sadistic Personality Disorder, Sociopathy, and depression being predominant) and he kills perfectly innocent women while still thinking he’s doing something for the good of others. He fails to see his own insecurities and thinks himself pretty damn awesome and above all people. Also he’s got a slight case of... cannibalism.
0IV. goals The risk he’s taking with finally fulfilling his fantasies is extremely high, and he knows this. His motivations are selfish; he wants to be remembered hundreds of years after the massacre ends. His original goal was just to fulfill his fantasies, but its turned into a massive labor for fame. He also does it to “clean the streets” of the oldest profession in the world, dehumanize himself, finally lock away all of the emotions that he hates... which is most of them.
00I. notable family & friends
Rose Griffiths/Mother/status unknown- he left her early, at age 17, and never looked back. Perhaps she’s dead, perhaps she’s still in DC, he doesn’t know and doesn’t care.
Unknown/Father/status unknown- his father left when he was quite small and he has no memories of him. Victor doesn’t blame him for leaving his mother, as he hated her too. The lack of a father figure doesn’t bother him anymore, and he never thinks about him.
He doesn’t know if he has any siblings.
PEOPLE HE KNOWS
(updated after history revamp)
Lucy Harris “Kitty” - His ultimate fantasy. She reminds him of Tara in a strange, twisted way. If he ever killed her, it would be over. In the back of his mind, he knows that. The end would be the same as the beginning.
Richard Plantagenet - The former mayor knew him and Tara and was friends with them when he was in DC; he struggles when he sees him because of the memories of such a close friend. He’s incredibly paranoid that Richard will, for some reason, tell all the world about his past and blow his lies.
James Moriarty - Good friend with a mutual passion for crime. Knows that he is M as James knows Victor is the Bronx killer, but it remains unspoken.
0II. overall history
Victor was born and raised in Washington, D.C. to a relatively well off (though not wealthy in any sense of the word) mom and dad. He was their first child and a bit of an accident, but they decided to try and work it out. His father lasted a little over two years and then left and hasn’t seen him since. Victor’s mother, who wasn’t a pleasant woman to begin with, became increasingly bitter toward the baby, pinning him as the source of all her problems. She tolerated him, but never made unnecessary (in her eyes) attempts to show kindness to him. As he got older, he became more needy, with school and new clothes and everything that she honestly could not afford. She chose prostitution as an easy way out, and brought men back to her house, a practice that on several occasions created traumatizing situations for the child.
His mother began dealing with her own pain by drinking heavily, which only made her lash out physically. She would get violent over the littlest things, and he saw school as a sort of safe haven, it being the only place he was relatively safe and/or comfortable. Mother famously hated it when he wet the bed, which was often, even when he was a preteen. He began to find other ways to get away from the house as he was older, including hanging around the streets a lot. This resulted in many fights, but also prepped his mind to be quick and clever in tight places. The enormous stress put upon him by years of abuse led him to be violent as well, often attacking other boys, but never hurting them badly enough to make much of a difference. He took out his anger on animals in cruel ways, sometimes even killing them gruesomely. Thus entered his interest in anatomy, which eventually branched into medicine in the coming years.
Eventually the repeated physical, sexual, emotional abuse chipped away fully at the former love he had for his mother, and on a bitterly cold night, he left the house right in the middle of a fight, never to return. Victor immediately took what little money he had from the bank and got a job. It took a long while, but his charisma was already starting to blossom, and he earned a scholarship for his excellent work. He attended Morgan State University in Maryland, and entered struggling with his violent tendencies and the feeling that he was too different from most people.
He had no problem making “friends” there, though he wasn’t as close to them as they liked to think. There was a group that he stuck to, the “big man” of the group being his best friend, Rick. Rick was serious with one of the girls of the group, who Victor, admittedly, had always admired a bit. Tara Leverne. She was a withdrawn girl who most people found abrasive and cold, two things he didn’t mind at all, and she’s actually the cause of his affinity for blondes. He found himself fantasizing about her more than he should, and some of his fantasies were rather disturbing, some even involving her death. She began to spend more and more time with Victor as opposed to her boyfriend, and they became what she considered best friends...and then, lovers.
Victor left college after a four-year term and attempted to enter medical school, but was denied at every turn. He finally was accepted into a business school in DC, bringing Tara along with him. They began to live together and did so for a few months; the feelings of violence toward her were getting more severe and he began to lose sleep rapidly, began experiencing strange twitches and ticks, paranoia, and weight loss. Tara didn’t seemed phased in the slightest at this, and was the one who initiated an engagement. After this, he lasted only a few weeks, which he took to plan everything very carefully.
During planning, he was emotionally detached from her. He chose to finish her with a weapon of choice--a razor. His first rookie mistake. However, when he actually did kill her, he was a wreck; the whole ordeal was hard for him and he experienced possibly his last fully human moment--he cried. Sobbed, actually. And in the chaos, he made a wrong move with his razor and gave himself a deep gash on his right shoulder. To this day, he doesn’t let anyone touch the scar and makes a point of taking special care of it.
That was the beginning of it. Once he had blood, he couldn’t believe how good it felt. From then on, he began to fantasize shamelessly of death, shedding what little humanity he had little by little. He realized what kinds of fun mind games he could play with unsuspecting people. Victor spent the next 15 years perfecting it, rising in the ranks from assistant to co-director in a tobacco company, eventually going off on his own and starting a business from scratch, using every resource and contact he knew. He’s now made his own well-known perch in the financial world of NYC and though he’s nowhere near content with his position in life, he quite likes all the money.
The scheme he’d been slowly working at, slowly hatching finally had a name: Jack, the Ripper. He would show them how stupid they all were; prove how worthless their superficial way of living was. He started in the winter, not long before his 38th birthday, at a New Year's Eve party. A string of grizzly mutilations of low-class prostitutes in the Bronx. He loved NYC and knew each lane and street by heart, and to see filth cluttering the streets was hard for him. So far he has only killed a handful of women, and his murders are purposefully few and far between, but getting worse and worse and leaving less and less of the victim each time. They are finished within minutes and with the precision of any famed surgeon, and the police regularly receive letters from the killer.
In the back of his mind, he weighs it out. Will he finally be the one to say checkmate? ...Will it even matter?
Note: characters will not receive the real story. They’ll most likely get one of his many either completely normal or sob-story histories to toy with. He likes to tell prostitutes he meets that Tara was a prostitute, though he calls her “Jill”. He usually tells people of higher standing that his parents were lawyers.
III. sample post
(A recent post for Mary Kelly)Ten years was a hell of a long time. Ten years had passed since that day in early Autumn when one minute he was peacefully asleep at his desk, and the next, he was gawking out his window at the immense fireball down the block. The event hadn't touched him, it hadn't disturbed him--in fact, for several weeks after, he was fascinated with it, and must have watched the news six times a day just to see the footage. But there was a certain period of fascination and that had long since tapered off; in light of that simple fact, Victor thought that the inevitable period of mourning would end too.
It had been ten years and people were still thinking about it, every day of their lives. That irritated him in a way that he didn't fully understand. Of course it had been a terrible thing, and it definitely had affected him, seeing as how his office had been essentially in ground-0. He'd lost colleagues--brilliant businessmen some of them-- but they were dead. The emotion that poured from every citizen's words and actions on this tenth anniversary were disconcerting, and his loose handle on them was tiring.
That wasn't to say that he didn't feel anything. Victor pondered just what it was he had felt those first couple of days as he made his way out of the financial district, squeezing swiftly beyond traffic. Anger... there was definitely anger. He loved New York--his city. The bastards had broken the beautiful skyline which he, as a self-proclaimed artist, had always admired. It caused far too much humanity to surface which, admittedly, made him uncomfortable. He loved the city for its smoothness, its anonymity. The anger had died off into acute interest for the following weeks and then ended in a strange sort of respect for the perpetrators. What they'd done was excessive, but the follow-through was spotless.
This he thought about as he parked the car and began to go for his routine walk through Central Park. Beautiful city, wayward people, one man to change it... when it seemed all you had to do to change it was crash a plane into a big building and kill people.
At least he had one of those.
Victor's walk slowed to a stroll as he spotted a small woman far in front of him on the path, and then stopped altogether when he witnessed her tremble and then fold, dropping her things. Her clothing- nice, not too fancy, clean... creased. She didn't wear it often, or it was new, and judging by the style it was several years old. After a few moments of studying her, it became clear that she wasn't going to get up any time soon.
Do what your Bible tells you, Victor... be a good Samaritan.
The only one laughing was his corrupted conscience. He trotted over to the woman and decided to help her up before he went to collect her things. Victor held out an arm for her, his face blank and his jaw tight...
She smelled like a whore.
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.
