Sister Deidre is as unhinged as she is pious.  She's not a very tall woman or particularly strong, but her constant grimace is implacable.  Her dark eyes stare into your soul, looking at all your sins.  She has a terrible voice, unpleasant to listen to, like nails on a chalkboard.  It's better when she sings, though she doesn't exactly have a career in entertainment ahead of her.  Her habit is tattered and dirty, though she does try to clean it up sometimes her lifestyle just doesn't lend itself to a lot of laundry trips.

Her appearance might be unremarkable, after all you've seen a hard-ass nun before, and out on the frontier a nun with a coach gun isn't even weird, but then she does this.



The sister has a strange habit of occasionally painting herself like a skeleton, and going into crazy rants about how everyone is going to die and that death is inevitable.

Sometimes it's in the Mexican style, but more often than not it's just a simple black and white affair, but she's gotten pretty good at making it look disturbing.