Holly takes no prisoners. The socialite is a study in contrasts, being capable of both extreme warmth and absolutely vicious pettiness. Her dark hair is worn long, always flowing just so to her shoulders. Her eyes are an absolutely piercing blue, and she carries herself with the force of personality that moves mountains and shakes people in their shoes.

Once a lounge-singer, Holly has crawled her mortal way up through Queens' high society social scene, where she is now a mainstay of both gilded parties and private gatherings of the elite.

Sharp as a tack and ambitious to a fault, she nonetheless has a certain, idiosyncratic soft-spot for those who have nothing at all.