Str 2 Dex 3 Con 2
Int 2 Per 2 Wil 3
Attractiveness 4 (4)
Charisma 3 (3)
Resources (Hurting) (-4)
Fast Reaction Time (2)
Nerves of Steel (3)
Resistance (Disease) 1 (1)
Hand Weapon (Knife) 3
Pick Pocket 3
Smooth Talking 3
Rusty Knife, Cheap French Perfume.
I've no love for my sister, I'm not ashamed to say it.
She got lucky. She got out of here. Up to the Palace. Forgot her
past. Left us behind and became Miss High n' Mighty, Miss
Hoighty-Toighty. God, she only made the beds.
I never wanted her pulled out the Thames though. I
asked and I asked and would anyone tell me anything; how she ended up
there, why she was all cut up? Why would they?
But I knows.
Cutting up us girls. As if life wasn't dangerous
enough down here, with bodies showing up in all the decent spots.
I'd bet all I have that it's some bored, rich fella
from up West. Come down to the East End for a fumble in the shadows
and don't want his wife to find out.
But I'm ready for him. There's two can play the hiding
in shadows game. I'm going to lure that maniac out and then I'm going
to gut him like a fish. And when all's done and I've got the reward
and one of them fancy print dresses, I'm gonna take a walk up West.
I hear there's a vacancy going at the Palace.
"This "Jack" cutting up us girls as if
life wasn't dangerous enough."