Aoife Lee Frye

[Aoife Lee Frye]

. I could fight this to the end . 
.: But  m a y b e  I don't wanna win :.

FULL NAME :: Aoife Lee Frye

BIRTH DATE :: 1st November
AGE :: Twenty-seven
HEIGHT :: 5'7"
WEIGHT :: 125 lbs.
EYE COLOR :: Grey
HAIR COLOR :: Dark brown

HOMELAND :: Teronna
MARITAL STATUS :: Unmarried
FAMILY TIES :: Father | Robert Lee Frye || Mother | Catriona Lee Frye  Le Frye || Brother | Uailean Lee Frye  Lee Frye || Brother | Niall Lee Frye || Brother | Eoghann Lee Frye || Brother | Ciaran Lee Frye || Brother | Iain Lee Frye  Lee Frye || Brother | Séamus Lee Frye || Brother | Seoras Lee Frye || Uncle | Nicholas McIntyre || Aunt | Emilia McIntyre || Cousin | Lucas McIntyre || Cousin | Remington McIntyre || Cousin | Rosemary McIntyre || Cousin | Lavender McIntyre || Uncle | Arlen Devany || Cousin | Risa Devany ||  Cousin | Nilsana Devany || Sister-in-law | Sinead Lee Frye || Sister-in-law | Irene Lee Frye || Nephews | Cullen, Fionn, Sean, Robert II, Eoghann II || Niece | Myra ||
CHILDREN :: N/A

TITLES :: Soldier (ex), Lady Lee Frye
OCCUPATION :: Previously a soldier, now she has no formal profession.
MARKINGS :: Years in training on and off the battlefield have kept Aoife toned and fit. She once carried herself with all the ease and grace of a women of her status, Aoife had confidence in her family’s name and her own abilities. Recently however, she seems to have deflated somewhat. Grief had diminished her. She haunted her family’s estate as a living ghost, a mere shadow of her former self. Aoife still trains daily, though she has certainly lost her lust for blood and battle… instead she trains more out of habit than enjoyment, it is routine rather than something she actively looks forward to.  Slowly however, she is returning to her old self.  Her hair dark in colour and kept long, worn loose when away from the battlefield. Aoife has always taken pride in her appearance. Her grey 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.
LIKES :: The rain, long baths, the beach, moments of quiet in a busy day, challenging herself and being challenged, swimming, and fine whisky out of a metal flask.
DISLIKES :: Staying still, the Warden Order, long sea journeys (any sea journey really), feeling out of shape or practice, people showing too many or too strong emotions, and feeling out of her depth.
GRAMARYE :: Can increase or decrease the intensity of flames, she cannot spark a flame into existence but she can make a spark into an inferno (given enough time).  Recently, in private, Aoife has been experimenting with drawing heat from the air to start a fire.

. . : I  b r e a t h e  you in again : . .

.: Just to  f e e l  you :.

. Underneath my  s k i n .

PERSONALITY :: Aoife is, unfortunately, an open book.  She finds it near impossible to keep her thoughts to herself- though she thinks before she speaks (at least most of the time), her expression often betrays her.  Competitive in nature, Aoife rarely backs down from a challenge.  Though she is more distant in nature now, being cautious of who she allows herself to get close to, she is fiercely protective of her younger brothers and cousins.  She does not, however, really know how to handle strong emotions.  Whether these are her own or someone else's, meaning she has a habit of becoming overcome with her own emotions or freezing completely when presented with those of others.  On the battlefield, who she is seems to be locked inside of a box, and Aoife becomes a hurricane in human form.

HISTORY :: The only daughter of her father’s eight children, Aoife might have grown up being treated like a princess if her mother had been given her way. However, Aoife had little mind for pretty dresses and lessons in becoming a lady- she idolised her father and brothers, and followed them into the military as soon as she was able.

    At that young age, when the first training sword was put into her small hand, 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 continued and Aoife grew stronger and stronger with each passing day. This strength fostered arrogance; Aoife believed herself to be invincible.     

    At 18 she decided to stay with the military despite her mother’s wishes, despite her mother’s desire to have her home and married (though more importantly, home and safe). Aoife could not be persuaded; she had found her true calling. And that calling involved inflicting as much death, damage, and chaos as she could summon. Despite the war on mystics, her family remained loyal (at least on the surface) to the crown. Though Aoife did not care for the king or his causes, she was happy to be an instrument of death regardless of the circumstance.

    Four years in the military passed before Aoife met Alasdair, another soldier in her company. At first, Aoife thought little 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 witches and soldiers 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 paring, 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. The two were inseparable- apart from the nights he would disappear, during the first few months she thought him to be seeing another woman, but he assured her it was military business. She believed him for now.

    Throughout this time, Aoife had kept Alasdair out of her letters home, and Catrìona 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.

    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

    It was three nights after Alasdair had finally confessed as to where he disappeared to some nights. The Wardens. He had held her hand and explained he may be away longer than usual, but he would be careful, he would be safe. Alasdair did not come home, she didn’t even get his body back. So many questions but no answers. Grief consumed her first, hollowed her out so completely and utterly that she lost herself. Next came the desire for vengeance. Now however, Aoife just wants answers.

FACTS :: 

• Thinking about re-joining the military.
• Like Eoghann, she had trouble controlling her gramyre when she was emotional.  It's (mostly) under control now.
• Of all her brothers, she's closest to Ciaran Lee Frye and Iain Lee Frye , and fiercely protective over the twins.
• Prefers to ride bigger horses, her favourite horse is named Captain.

• Partly blames herself for Alasdair's death, for her being a mystic, for her letting him go, for not going with him- the list goes on.
• Actually fairly vain.  When she's not in 'soldier mode', Aoife takes a lot of care when it comes to her appearance.
• Does not need a weapon to kill you, but probably has one on her anyway.
• Does not talk through her problems.
  
• Feels torn by the current situation.  Does not support the Unseelie but does not support the Crown either.
• Still wears her engagement ring, though it is usually hidden by gloves as it still causes her pain to look at it.  Following finding Alasdair's grave, she has taken to wearing it on her right hand instead.
• Treats children like adults as she does not know how to talk to them.
  
• She's not really concerned with the feud, but she still can't bring herself to tell anyone about the conflicting feelings she's having towards Cian DeGraff for fear of what her family would think, say, or even do. 
  

. . : Never let you in e n o u g h : . .  

.. Not y o u r fault, not your fault ..  

...: I  g a v e  too much to the first one :...