Crude, Rude, and snarky. Deidre takes pride in her job and even more in the weaponry she makes herself. Often easily irritated over the most trifling matter unless she's had “a good day.” She won't shy from fights if they present themselves to her and can even be a bit of a cunning individual when in a scrap (Dirty fighter.). Deidre's job is her life, and to that end she will always try to provide a quality product if she can, or if she spots an easy mark will bid up. Like most of her clan she is fond of drinking, parties and brawls, even if she is just watching them.
|Connor MacAlasdair||Father||49 YE||Deceased|
|Caitlin O'Brien||Mother||47 YE||Alive|
|Tycus MacAlasdair||Brother||29 YE||Alive|
|Fiona NicAlasdair||Sister||8 YE||Alive|
Prior to her life on a backwater planet, and in a small city, she lived on the world of Kennewes. In a small city/town called Cliamain's Hollow. A place toward the northern polar regions where the swamp wasn't so prevalent. Instead replaced by more rocky terrain with many peat bogs. It was a wonderful place to Deidre and the Alasdair clan for they crowded it and caused it to expand rapidly. There Connor, Deidre's late father met Deidre's mother, Caitlin. The pair raised three children, Tycus, the oldest, and Deidre the middle child and Fiona the youngest.
When the eldest of the pair's children was eighteen, he left the family home and world of Kennewes enlisting himself in the Red Army. A year later his mother followed suit for unforeseen circumstances. In the end it was a serious blow to the father/husband and daughters/sisters they left behind even tarnishing their names slightly amongst the clan. Connor pressed on however as he was now a single parent. The former soldier did the best he could with his remaining children even proud as one seemed to have an affinity for the family trade: gun smithing and the other for woodcarving. Deidre's father would soon attempt to open his own business years later as she turned seventeen. It was a worthwhile endeavor in Connor's eyes as a way to both ensure his remaining child had a future and to keep himself busy.
One night the patriarch of the family was celebrating his good fortune as he'd obtained enough money to do just that. Connor, celebrating in typical Nepleslian fashion got himself good and drunk and like a marine, in a brawl. The pair of liquored up fighters tumbled into the swamp close by the local pub. For Deidre, the last time she would see her father was as she herself was celebrating the man's fortune with good cheer in much the same manner as he. However, Connor, met his fate at the jaws of a rather large Kennewein Alligator a noted species that dwelt within the swamps and were both revered and feared for the enormous size in which they could grow to.
Luck would have it the other man would survive with a pair of legs now missing in recompense for starting the fight. A day later as Deidre got the news, she did what any girl in her situation would do (At least in her eyes.). She grabbed the largest gun she could and after hours of hunting found and killed the creature. Losing an arm to it was payment enough to her to warrant its death and she got her wish even managing to saw its head off before losing consciousness from blood loss and shock.
Sometime later, and now with a new cybernetic arm, Deidre collected what was now rightfully her's and her sister's. The money Connor was going to both use to build his dream, and to set aside for his children on the day of his passing. The Alasdair pair almost complied with his wishes of setting up shop on Kennewes before hearing of the Francia Project. She bid the rest of the Alasdair clan a fond farewell as she packed up her belongings, gathered her inheritance and headed toward what she felt was a better opportunity then Kennewes could offer with her sibling in tow. Deidre'd been right. The world was inhabited by alien megafauna of various types. The farmers and colonists of the small community had been ill-prepared for it which Deidre in her wisdom had prepared for herself by selling to them the various firearms she'd purchased along the way to her destination.
In Deidre's line of work the making and handling of explosives is fairly commonplace for the average Nepleslian gunsmith. She is capable of producing an assortment of chemical based explosives, devices or munitions if she has the materials. While no great master of the higher order of explosives such as plasma, or anti-matter she understands their uses and the dangers they pose. As a matter of pride she doesn't use them instead focusing more on the tried and true method of blowing someone up.
Deidre has had a special love for all things that go boom and bang. As such she has devoted much time and effort into learning the secret arts of gun manufacturing. She is fully capable of making personal weaponry found throughout the Democratic Imperium as well as the munitions they utilize. Her abilities go further how ever as she also designs and builds her own custom weaponry. Be it from scratch, or off a pre-existing design including a healthy knowledge of the materials used for their construction and how to make them.
Deidre has a competence in the maintenance and repair of most chemical (gunpowder, launchers etc etc) weaponry. Including vehicular repairs.
While no great lover of math, it is essential for measuring the correct amount of gunpowders and explosive material. As such Deidre is versed in math up to and pertaining to Algebra and Trigonometry. While branching into statistics and even accounting to round out her knowledge base.
Being a Nepleslian, and a Frank, Deidre knows how to defend herself if the need arises. She is a bit of a brutal brawler, knowing how to box or 'street-fight' rather well from her years on Kennewes. Even then knowing your way around a gun was essential as well with the near constant wars on the planet. This resulted in Deidre having an aptitude for solid munition weaponry such as rifles and pistols, being able to utilize them with some degree of finesse as she also makes them for a living it was sort of a no-brainer.
If you live on Francia, you need to learn the ebb and flow of its flora and fauna, its seasons and the weather. Like all Franks, Deidre learned the brutal truth of this as she was forced to learn the art of survival. Finding water, hunting, land navigation, signaling and even shelter construction were all integral in those early days. And Deidre did not skimp on learning these skills.
Being a shopkeeper, Deidre is well versed in the “Art of the Deal.” and sociological nuances of everyday life on the world and applies this to her work to make a buck.