Dahlia L’Amour Dubonet

Dahlia was born to Richard and Anne Rothschild on a glittering spring morning in New York City, 1875. Named Violet, after her mother’s favorite flower, in memory of the woman she would never have the chance to meet. Losing his wife so early on in their marriage nearly broke Richard but instead he turned his attention on all he had left of the woman he had loved and gave her everything she could have ever wanted or needed. Violet became the center of the household and was showered with much more attention than was reasonable for a girl of that time. Nicknamed “The Duchess” by the staff, she was raised as the center of a bustling household as it’s uncontested ruler. Soon enough this pampered little girl was a young woman of good breeding and a large inheritance when her dance card began to fill with young men of good breeding desperately seeking attention from the dark-haired beauty. Violet reveled in the attention, carefully wrapping each of them around her delicate little fingers to play with whenever she desired.

Life would have continued on in the usual way until the girl was caught having an affair with a married man and she was blacklisted, turned away from every household Violet had ever been a guest at, all doors slammed in her face. Her father, usually so indulgent, took this hard and kicked her out of his household with barely enough money to get by. The girl, completely lost with no where to go, caught the attention of the bohemian crowd and became an artist’s model and one of the first Gibson Girls. With her pale skin and wasp waist it was no wonder she became an ideal of the same sexuality that had previously become her shame.

Walking home one night, escorted by one of her many suitors the two were attacked, the boy killed and she transformed into something of nightmares. It was a hard adjustment for the girl, the girl who was never denied anything in her life now had to control herself or risk exposing herself as the monster she had become. Her maker, a man with skin like chalk and eyes like marble would check up on her, reminding her that her beauty now would be eternal and she could make the world whatever she wanted it to be. Finally, the girl was completely unafraid of the power of sexuality she thrived, making the city her own as an actress, dancer, and model changing her name and city every few years to find a new place to conquer.

The world had changed over many times during her adventures when she spotted the lost young artist with the sad eyes. Dahlia carefully watched him from a distance for a few days, more intrigued by him than anyone she had met in a long time. Something about him deserved more than what he had been saddled with, the weight of the world. And the woman had not changed that much over the years: when she saw something she wanted nothing would stop her. Without another thought the man was turned and the two became companions. She refused to make him suffer through his early years without any guidance as her maker had and after a while her protege was an established vampire and now the world would not have to suffer the loss of such a fantastic artist. The pair travelled extensively, not always together but the two would always find a way back to each other. Changing Dekker was never an action that she regretted, as much as she’d like to stake him some days.

Going into burlesque was never a tough step for her. Dahlia craved the attention and always enjoyed the power that went along with it. Never an outright leer, burlesque is a wink and smirk, the sport of ladies, and loves every moment she is on the stage. Bouncing back and forth from her work at the Doll House in Paris and keeping Dekker out of trouble in England, life sauntered on as it always had and always would.