[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/711954293845917856/712793038417559622/image4.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Name and Title:[/b] Dierdre Liliana Monaghan, often goes by DeeDee.

[b]Age:[/b] 27

[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Irish

[b]Eyes:[/b] Dark brown

[b]Weight:[/b] 176lbs

[b]Height:[/b] 5’9”

[b]Appearance:[/b] She has a sort of light tan color to her otherwise caucasian flesh and a slew of freckles, which she pales out with powder to better fit in. Dark, slightly wavy hair. A robust woman with a full hourglass figure, she often exaggerates it with a well-situated corset, and often has her dresses tailored to show a bit more of her bosom than most women. 

[b]Relationships:[/b] To be determined

[b]Hobbies:[/b] When not servicing clients, Dierdre often makes and alters her own dresses, as it’s cheaper to do it herself than to pay for alterations for her fuller figure, and she can make them more comfortable and easier to slip in and out of (she will pay top dollar for a good corset, however). She has also learned to play the harpsichord and tries to at least minimally keep up with politics, world news, and some history, as a core part of her services include entertaining a client in all sorts of ways. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Dierdre puts up with no shit. She knows her worth and has no qualms with putting people in her place. Life has hardened her, so she has a realistic/somewhat negative view of things. While not inherently selfish, she’s a survivor, and will look out for herself first and foremost.

[b]Abilities/Strengths:[/b] Having to move bodies and spending years doing laundry and making heavy beds has given Deirdre more physical strength than the average Victorian woman, and maintains it because it’s gotten her out of bad scrapes before. She is fierce and intelligent, and knows her way around both men and women in bed.

[b]Weakness:[/b] She’ll put up with a lot (she has to, given her line of work), but when she loses her temper, her mouth often gets her into trouble. While she takes great pains to hide her Irish accent, it comes out when she’s angry. While she has some understanding of sociopolitical norms in the upper class, there are times where she’s, at minimum, tripped a stuffed-up lord, and maximum, threw a punch. She has a reputation for being “difficult” due to it. She also lacks formal education, which will sometimes get her respect as, “you’re intelligent for one of your background,” but it’s also easy to weaponize against her if she pisses the wrong person off.

[b]History:[/b] Dierdre immigrated with her mother to England at ten, and learned very quickly how well the Irish were received: not very. For it, she learned to hide her accent. To avoid the long, fourteen-to-sixteen hour days at the factory where she and her daughter would almost certainly find themselves overworked and eventually maimed, her mother found work as a maid for a brothel. While the work was still long and hard, the pay was a bit more decent. Deirdre was able to go to school, but by the time she was twelve, she was coming home and assisting her mother as a laundress and cleaning the rooms after the clientele left. By the time she was fourteen, she stopped going to school to assist full time at the brothel.

Over the years, Dierdre became disillusioned with society’s notions of sex and love, for if it was so special, her place of work wouldn’t exist. While her mother tried to protect her, she became familiar with their more regular clients - a good lot of them married men - and how they treated some of their working girls. She and her mother wore gloves when handling soiled sheets to avoid catching disease when possible, and often tended to bruised and ill prostitutes until they were healthy enough to work again. Her mother at times offered her services as a working girl for a little extra money to both supplement Dierdre’s education where she could and afford a relatively decent lifestyle for them both.

Unbeknownst to her mother, Dierdre found a different sort of client: one that sought blood instead of sex. The first time, Dierdre had walked into a room she presumed was unoccupied and needed cleaning. She found one of the working girls moaning with ecstasy as a vampire drew blood from her thighs. The vampire later hunted her down, intent on leaving no witness alive. Dierdre bought her life by promising him a meal, and invited in a vagrant that often harassed the kitchen staff for scraps in for a hot bath, a hot meal, and a warm bed: the last he’d ever sleep in. Since then, Dierdre started her own side business - for a small fee of course - where she’d assist London by getting a few beggars no one would miss off the streets, and ensure the vampire clientele needn’t target the working girls she’d befriended over the years.

At seventeen, her mother caught pneumonia and died from it. Dierdre caught it as well and survived, but paying for the funeral left her in financial straits. Without her mother’s additional income, it became harder and harder to make ends meet. Dierdre in that time had blossomed into a tall, buxom maiden. With the funeral debts having eaten into her savings and no way to get herself back to the relatively comfortable life her mother helped her build, Dierdre made a decision. Men wanted young, beautiful girls to live out their fantasies, and she needed money. After discussing it with the owners, Dierdre used some of what was left of her savings to buy a nice dress and corset to properly show off her assets. She then sold her virginity to the highest bidder. After the owners got their cut, Dierdre was able to recoup the funeral costs. She also started her life as a working girl.

A bit to her dismay, Dierdre found she had a knack for it: not only for her physical prowess in bed, but in the soothing words and forced delight that made her clients feel better about getting her services. She also did well with the vampire clients, as her room adjoined to a smaller one where a sleeping vagrant became a feast and earned her more coin. The bodies would then be dumped on the streets away from the brothel or taken away from the Thames, where it was presumed they died of illness or were just another poor soul unable to afford a proper burial.

After a few years, Dierdre’s luck changed a bit for the better: she serviced a wealthy lord coming in after his mistress fell ill and was unable to perform. He requested her specifically. After that night, Dierdre found herself as the new mistress, and with it, a cushier life for herself, as well as wealthier connections. She was already charging more at the brothel for her services; now she could charge more. She currently longs for the day when she could build herself a big enough nest egg to disappear and live out the rest of her life however she desired.