Diana has eyes that can thoroughly intimidate is she wished them to do so. Being dark brown in color, they look even darker in bad lighting and teasing boys have described them as 'black and soulless'

Who doesn't hate their feet? Diana has every reason to, considering they are something larger than those of other girls. Sometimes she has to have boots specially made.

Although she's a wee bit of a tomboy and despises shopping for clothes, Diana loves to dress up and wears what she likes, not caring whether Paris approves or not. For parties she can go a bit extravagant, but for every day is more casual, but never sloppy or lazy. She adores different colors and patterns, and one is never enough for a single outfit.

If anything, Diana is a complicated girl. It is her most dominant personality trait, and you can easily learn why after spending a day, or even an hour with her. She put on like adores one thing and two minutes later will be sulking over its existence. She is by no means bipolar, though, and knows very well what she likes and does not, and is by no means afraid to let others know it. On the contrary; she is much more vocal about thoughts on people, objects, others opinion and everything in between. She will willingly listen to gossip, but considers it boring to join in herself, and when required to she finds that her mouth is unable to make words. In casual acquaintance, however, her mouth has a motor and she'll keep going without interruption until someone says 'stop'.

Although society has taught her to keep her mind and her mouth to herself and what the perfect model for an upper-class young lady is, Di is almost the opposite of her sister and is her own girl. Society shmociety. She's upper-class and nothing can change that, so why hide herself for the sake of being respected? She loves laugh and yell and sing in public, and always makes the most of a party. Attending with all her girlfriends, they will dance in groups with each other and jaunt around the room a few times until attracting the attentions of a gentleman guest, and even with them Ms. Holland does not hold back. She is famous for slipping notes into the palms of said gentleman's hands during said parties, inviting them to the coat room for a little make-out session. If they are not good kissers, she finds a way to dismiss them and move on to the next. This, of course, was before she met Henry Schoonmaker, and she feels even less uninhibited with him, but not so much to go and throw away her innocence for a night of fun. She does have a little self-respect. Mostly, she just wants him to work for his reward.

The youngest Holland is not a complete ditz, though. She is, in fact, very intelligent and that comes out when she is attempting to impress a gentleman friend or just to show a rude acquaintance that she is not all fun & ribbons. Geography and history fascinate her especially, and she will spend lonely afternoons when she is not daydreaming over Mr. Schoonmaker daydreaming about faraway lands and countries and the adventures you could have in the African countryside chasing after elephants and giraffes. Despite being near adulthood, she still has the imagination of a child, and is yet still too young to realize that some things are impossible. She will spend the days coming up to a ball plotting how she can have the most fun and snooping around the premise of the building trying to identify places she would be able to sneak off to with her prey in hand.

Part of Diana's unyielding imagination comes from the fact that she tries to not take the world as seriously as possible, especially now with her family's situation and the realization that being poor isn't nearly as romantic as she'd thought. When she's in her own world, her mother can't sell her favorite pieces of art and furniture to pay for a gown, and the city isn't mourning over the death of her angel sister. Her imagination world compensates for what the real world lacks in perfection, and depending on how she feels it can either give her a chipper outlook on life or can just make her feel even more miserable about the world she lives in. She tries her hardest to be an optimist, and most of the time it works. Other times, when the clouds are overhead and the rain is pelting down, she just can't help but feel that life is a cruel punishment to one so innocent.

Diana Louisa Holland, named after one of her grandmother's and her mother, entered the world in a freak snow storm, but not nearly as dramatically as one would think. Her mother was so neurotic over the prospect of being trapped in the house due to snow while in labor with her second child that she made her husband pay for the physician's boarding in their house until the time of her birth, just in case. Her fears were, surprisingly, not totally baseless and Dr. Grant was awoken at four in the morning with the news. Three hours later, Diana made her first introduction to the world. She didn't cry for half the day, and everybody was in a state about what mental disability could have possibly plagued their innocent daughter. Soon, though, things fell into the routine they learned of from Elizabeth, her elder sister.

Diana had a grand childhood, but one very typical to the rest of the upper-class girls. Instead of attending school she had a private tutor, which allowed her more freedom and flexible hours during the day, but also left less room for flexibility when it came to her studies. Elizabeth was her mother's favorite, and Diana was clearly her father's favorite. They chuckled in private about the tizzies Louisa would find herself in and they shared interests that went beyond gowns and hair and presentation. Every so often when her mother was in a good mood she allowed Diana and her father to take a ride down to Central Park pond for an afternoon fishing in the sun. Most of the fish of central park were much too clever to allow themselves to be caught, but those were still the days that the two treasured.

But she grew, and her father aged. Not yet fifty, he looked ten years older than he ought, retired from his practice and spent a great deal of days at home. His energy for his treasured Diana faltered and he spent a deal of his time staring at the fireplace, smoking his pipe. Diana was frightened. She had never seen Harold like that before in her life, and knew something was terribly wrong. One day, she was awoken at sounds of strangers in her home. Taking a peak into her parents bedroom, the source of the action, the image of her father's silhouette underneath a bed sheet with Louisa sobbing over his body filled her eyes. A god-almighty scream filled her lungs, and she fainted there on the spot. She soon awoke, but would never be as alive again as she was before that terrible morning.

The next several weeks were a blur of black clothing, paper work upon paper work, people patting her on the shoulder and telling her it would be alright, and herself begging and screaming at Louisa's feet not to have an open-casket funeral. Eventually, she won that fight because such an arrangement was never specifically mentioned in Harold's will. But sooner rather than later, it was over, and everything fell back into as close a routine as it could be. Diana held back her tears and put on a brave face, knowing how disappointed her father would be in her to see her wasting her life over his death. She had another reason to keep on living best she could, too. Ber sixteenth birthday was less than a fortnight away, and with it her formal debut into society.

Diana didn't possess near the beauty or grace or kindness or perfection of her sister Elizabeth, but she had charms about her and the local bachelors didn't overlook that. She basked in the glory of being asked to dance, and being complimented on how well she looked. Her new age gave her a new boost of confidence, and a new excitement for life that was lost after the passing of her father. Behind her mother's back, she became something of a wild child, inviting any boy that would oblige to a little make-out in the cloak room. She earned a reputation for her flirtation and friendliness, which did nothing but boost her self-confidence even further. She was bold and brash and beautiful and she loved it.

Halfway through the next year, Louisa announced that thanks to her father's secret life of gambling and brothel investments gone bad, the family did not possess nearly as much funds as originally thought. Diana glowed in the romance of the idea, hopping trains and breaking into mansions to earn a buck. To save the family's fortune, Elizabeth begrudgingly became engaged to Henry Schoonmaker, the wealthiest bachelor in town. It was obvious the mutual disdain felt by the parties, but they both had something they needed from their union, and both were too gallant to go their separate ways. That meant that Henry would soon become acquainted with Elizabeth's sister.

Their affair was full of fun and innocence. The farthest they went was not beyond kissing and touching and swapping person tales and secrets about themselves, but for once Diana felt that her life was fulfilled. Diana was the only one in the city that had earned mutual affection from Henry in the form of love, but not the only one who personally enamored him. Penelope Hayes was sure that Mr. Schoonmaker was all her own, and in her vengeful ways she blackmailed Elizabeth, threatening to release proof of her affair with a servant. The two concocted a plan, and within the hour everybody in the city was horrified to learn that Elizabeth Abigail Holland had drowned in a terrible carriage accident over a river, just a week before her intended marriage to Henry Schoonmaker

The body was never found, however, and on the day of her funeral, Diana received a note from her sister, explaining everything. Di didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How does one express pride? She was so enormously proud that her frumpy, perfect know-it-all sister had actually taken a little initiative and down something totally romantic and exciting with her life. With the exception of Penelope Hayes, Diana is the only one that knows of what happened to Elizabeth. But any day now, she is ready to spill the secret to Henry Schoonmaker as her patience wears thin.

But at what expense?