Product of black-site research in to combining prenatal gene-modification and Awakened abilities for a branch of the nÓg's spec ops with the intent of creating low-profile infiltatrators able to rapidly leverage combat enhancing drugs and abilities, Deirdre was in the small fraction of those that washed out when they failed to develop properly. Rejected from transfer to more conventional special forces due to marginal psych evals, she was disavowed and dumped in France to become Someone Else's Problem.
Using cunning and manipulation she slowly wormed her way in to the social fabric, going from tending bar to eventually running a boyfriend's fashion outlet. Yuri, the man in question, was a low ranking member of the Vory and the business was a front for their local drug operation. She quickly indulged, old conditioning and ware drawing her in like a moth to the flame. Noticing how well she handled herself, especially on the uppers, the Vory began using her for odd-jobs, intimidation, shake-downs, and eventually the odd bit of wetwork when they needed hands outside of the organization.
All good things had to pass though, and after one especially Kamikaze fueled bender she was on the run. Her friends covered the deaths, but the damage to reputations and business lost meant Deirdre was no longer welcome there.
Floating from run to assassination to day job, she finally fell in to a somewhat cushy gig acting as a negotiation aide for crews and corps. Her last job for an Ares suit brought her to Mumbai where she found Yuri. Old habits die hard and she decided to stay, splurging on an apartment for them and setting out to find some work in the shadows.
Appearance:
A willowy blonde elf, she tends to dress professionally and favors less ostentatious armored suits. She manages to exude charm and placidity in spite of her loathing for the unaugmented masses around her, but her cold green eyes are the portals in to the maelstrom of her soul.