Post by Aoife Lee Frye on May 21, 2020 18:03:25 GMT -5
Face Claim: Marie Avgeropoulos
OOC Name: Pyxis
CHARACTER NAME: Aoife Lee Frye
AGE: 27
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Teronna
APPEARANCE: Standing at 5’7’’, Aoife is fairly tall for a woman. Toned and strong, Aoife has worked hard to keep herself tuned as a weapon of war. On the battlefield she is quick and light on her feet, preferring to outmanoeuvre her opponent rather than overpower. Off the battlefield she carried herself well with the grace expected of her, clearly confident in herself until she is expected to speak… she lacks the silver tongue most of her relatives are gifted with and quickly fumbles when expected to talk her way into or out of anything. Grief diminished her, rendering her little more than a ghost of her former self, though she is slowly returning back to the woman she once was.
Her hair dark in colour and kept long, worn loose when away from the battlefield. Aoife has always taken pride in her appearance. Her green eyes were captivating once upon a time, though now they are filled with melancholy. When she smiles, it never quite reaches her eyes. Those who knew her before are doing what they can to get the friend, sister, and daughter they knew back; but grief has consumed Aoife and affected everything about her.
Another gift from years of fighting are the scars that lace her skin, Aoife has never been shy of these but will cover them up out of politeness should her mother request/insist upon it.
MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried
FAMILY MEMBERS: Living mother and father, three older brothers and four younger brothers. Related to the McIntyre family.
POSITION/OCCUPATION: Noble/Ex-Warden
GRAMARYE GIFT:
Fire manipulation, can make fires burn hotter/slower.
PERSONALITY: Aoife had always felt as though she didn’t quite fit in with her brothers, she was never quite ladylike enough for her mother, and not quite the daughter her father had wanted. They all loved and supported her, but nothing ever felt quite right.
Before losing her partner, Aoife was proud and determined. Grief has tempered her a lot, she is a lot softer in her speech and more considerate of other people's emotions. She's not empathetic per say, but she has difficulty hardening her heart to the same degree she used to. She lacks her family's blind hatred of the Wardens and is unsure about how she feels about Mystics in general... Aoife is still working through the trauma of last year.
HISTORY: Aoife began her combat training at the age of twelve, as was their family’s tradition. At that young age, something awoke in her: a near insatiable bloodlust. For the first time in her life she felt like she had found her calling, for the first time in her life she thrived under the pressure instead of crumbling, for the first time in her life she didn’t feel like a disappointment. Aoife was home. Her training continue, and Aoife grew stronger and stronger with each passing day. This strength fostered arrogance; Aoife believed herself to be invincible.
She decided she was going to train. Hard. One day she would be a Knight of the Order. Aoife could not be persuaded otherwise; she believed had found her true calling. And that calling involved inflicting as much death, damage, and chaos as she could summon. Despite her family’s apparent loyalty to the crown, Aoife did not care for the king or his causes, she was happy to be an instrument of death regardless of the circumstance.
Throughout this time, her mother was trying to find a marriage match for her only daughter despite Aoife's obvious disinterest. Plus, despite the allure of her family’s name and influence, the power being in Aoife’s favour could bring, it was not worth putting up with Aoife’s shrewish personality. Aoife lacked the grace and decorum expected of a Lee Frye daughter; she lacked the filter which told her not to speak exactly what was on her mind but to temper it with politeness.
She met Alasdair when she was eighteen, his family had been visiting and his father had suggested the two train together during their stay. At first, Aoife didn’t think too much of him. However, once they began to train together, naturally working as though they had designed to be two halves of one perfect weapon: it was as though time had stopped. Aoife felt her heart in her chest, the rush of battle, the thrill of casting a difficult incantation, everything paled in comparison to this sudden rush of emotions. It was as though she was suddenly aware of not only her own vulnerabilities but also other people, suddenly the other people she fought with seemed to be people rather than nameless entities or pawns on a chessboard to her. Aoife thought she had cared for her family, for the pets she had cared for as a child, for herself… but all of that was nothing compared to how she felt now. Aoife did not doubt that she would surrender her life if it came to a choice between hers and his.
Before their meeting, Alasdair had heard of her arrogance. Over time he grew to like her despite her shortcomings and his patience began to chip away at her self-importance. Over more time, he even grew to love her. Their courtship was a slow burn rather than a great blaze. Even though Aoife had loved him from the moment she first laid eyes on him, he took some time to see past her arrogance. They joined the army together. She did not particularity care for the cause, but Aoife felt at home in the military. It was the first thing she had been good at, she loved the rush of combat, the feel of a weapon in her hands, and the bloodlust that had remained dormant for so many years finally reared it's head. She enjoyed it.
They had known and fought together for four years before Alasdair finally proposed. They still hadn’t married two years later, life just kept getting in the way. There were so many moments when they could have gotten married. But planning a wedding that would please her mother took a lot of time and effort. There was so much to think about, so much to organise, so much to do. Between various campaigns, training, and matters of state Aoife and Alasdair just didn’t have the time.
She wished they had.
Aoife still doesn't know the full story, he had told her about the wardens. Told her not to worry about his extra duties, it was his calling, he found a family in them... she would have joined with him if she could, but they both feared her own magic would be discovered and she be the next target on the list. But one evening he didn't return to the barracks. A training accident. There was no way Alasdair would have died in an accident of all things, she couldn't and wouldn't believe it. But there was no-one who would give her any answers or any true closure. She may have been indifferent to her family's distaste for the Wardens before then, but now her hatred for them burns strongly.
Aoife left the military just under a year ago. She’s never spoken about what happened or Alasdair since then, despite her family’s gentle questioning.
