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located in London, 1888, a part of Jack the Ripper, one of the many universes on RPG.

London, 1888

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Character Portrait: Marian Kaylock
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Marian walked along the path to the grand exposition. It was safe to say that she was less than thrilled at having been dragged into this. Her parents still hadn't fully given up on her becoming a proper lady, they were holding onto a little hope that this was a phase she was going through. So they were always sending her invitations to balls and openings. For the most part she usually says no, but this place was supposed to be exhibiting the top three orchestras and, well, she was a sucker for that smooth, rich sound of the cello. Now because of her love for the cello, she was walking in heels and a fancy dress to something she only half wanted to be at. Her hair was pulled into an elegant, tight bun, put on dark eye make-up that made her eyes look even colder and a reasonably dark red lipstick. Her dress was the only one she had fit for an event like this, it was a dark red velvet with white lace on the edge of the sleeves and in the middle front of her torso, it was long with a full skirt. All this she could handle, and honestly the dress was from her prostitution stage, but she was hoping nobody would notice, but it was the shoes that were killer. She had spent a good hour fighting with herself if she should wear her only pair of ratty heels or her more comfortable working boots. Her mother's voice in her head won, so now she was painfully making her way to the exposition.

"This grand exposition better be worth it," she whispered under her breath as she approached the front door. There was a more exciting festival going on outside for those who, normally like her, didn't get invited. As she entered there were very few people inside, either because even fewer people were invited than she originally thought or she just happened to be earlier than every one else. She guessed it was the latter as the orchestras weren't ready to play yet and weren't scheduled to play till later in the night, meaning she would have to wait a while before getting to actually hear what she came for.

A few servants were walking around handing out glasses of wine and hor d'oevres. Marian grabbed a glass of wine having a gut feeling that she was going to be drinking a lot of it tonight. She looked around at the mindless aristocratic conversation she had so desperately ran from and declared the place dead. The only place left to go at this point while waiting for the orchestras to start playing was to explore the gardens. She sipped her wine and walked like a true aristocrat, normally she wouldn't care, but in all honesty she was a little self-conscious that she was wearing a whore's dress and she didn't want to draw any attention to herself. So she just blended in using all the lessons she learned from her mother about how to act like a lady.

The gardens were beautiful, Marian did have to admit. And the fact that she new the real names of most of the plants there thrilled her. She loved knowing things that many other women didn't even have a clue. She stopped at a bunch of purple flowers that fell in small bundles. To an average woman they were just some pretty purple flowers, to a florist they were Amethyst falls, but Marian they were known only as Wisteria espalier. Her small mouth turned into a tiny smile, one that only really showed itself when she was by herself. She loved plants and loved knowing their true names. It was as if she were in a secret club in which no one else was allowed inside. The flower petals felt soft against her touch and the weight was like water as it fell from her hand back to where it was hanging. The smell in the gardens was nice, a soft sweet smell, nothing overly strong, but just enough for you to notice it. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, she thought to herself as she continued moving along the garden drinking her wine, maybe this will turn out better than I originally thought.