D’arcy grew up on an estate in upstate New York, surrounded by staff, with mostly absentee parents. Left to her own devices, she shunned school, read voraciously, and collected animals, first-edition volumes of her favorite books, and occasionally men. D’arcy currently lives in a well-appointed apartment on the UES of NYC with her cavachon pup, Aramis, but is looking to move post haste, due to the inept mayor and joke of a governor. The best way to get on her good side is to have a sense of humor, not take yourself too seriously, and be kind in general. Irritate her, and you’ll be greeted with a laser look and a tongue lashing for the ages, and not the good kind.