InsaneJournal

First impression: Distant, short-tempered, stubborn, charismatic [in her own way], slightly nuts. Though if you ask her, these are all favorable qualities in a person. She’s definitely a “shoot first and ask questions” later kind of woman and gets turned on at the sight of firearms. Fee is fearless in nature and that tends to make her dangerous and a bit reckless. She also knows how to hold a grudge and once she’s angry, there’s no stopping her.

Fenella is quick to act no matter what the situation. Being outnumbered just makes the game that much more interesting. Any fight without a challenge just isn’t one worth fighting in her book and she has been known to start shit with men twice her size. That is where her uncanny knowledge and execution of her feminine wiles come in. Since the majority of men are ruled with their penises, Fee tends to use this to her advantage and if that means flashing some cleavage right before punching a guy in the nose, then so be it. Though as she has gotten older she has tries to avoid wrestling matches when it comes down to it. Breaking a nail after smashing someone’s face in just doesn’t hold the same appeal as it did in her early twenties.

Shopping for pretty much anything is an all time favorite pastime of hers and is held right up there with her explosives. Just because she’s a “terrorist” doesn’t mean that she can’t dress like a woman.

Fenella was quite literally born into the Ulster Volunteer Force. Her father had been involved in the McGurk’s Bar bombing of ‘71 and her mother had been the go-to demolitions expert for the bombings in Dublin and Monaghan in ‘74. Having been so devoted to their cause, they didn’t have the opportunity to have or start a family until they were both in their late thirties. When Fenella finally came along, their beliefs were pushed upon her from the very start. Needless to say, Fee grew up surrounded by militant forces and was exposed to their way of life at a very early age.

When she was old enough, she took it upon herself to join the youth section of UVF, the Young Citizens Volunteers. There, along with the help of her parents and other UVF members, Fee learned weapons handling, demolitions and hand-to-hand combat. In addition to that, her mother taught her everything she knew about quite literally assembling a bomb out of nothing. It really was amazing how many household cleaners could be used in a pipe bomb or how the best sticky bombs were made by using an everyday mop. When she was eighteen, she left YCV and officially joined UVF. It was just a shame that her parents hadn’t been alive to see it. They had been killed two years prior while out on assignment, just a few short years before they had planned to retire.

While the rest of the world was under the impression that the UVF was renouncing its ways, Fenellla was privileged enough to know better. Even though they technically put their weapons “beyond the reach” of many of their members, they still kept a decent number of weapons stock-piles under the watch of their more dedicated leadership. They might have said that they were headed towards a peaceful reckoning, but they weren’t stupid enough to completely disband. In 2008, shortly after they had promised to become a non-military organization, they were accused of involvement in vigilante action against alleged criminals in Belfast. Fee was with the vigilantes who forced the two criminal pieces of trash to do the “walk of shame” down a main street near their homes and might have even lent a hand when it came to kicking the crap out of them the night before.

The next seventeen years were spent working toward the cause. Various attacks against other groups were set up and executed, and there was even some overseas work done. England, France, Germany…They had contacts everywhere, and there was always a deal to be made. Drug trafficking was never something her group dabbled in and in fact, they went out of their way to prevent it. Anyone caught dealing in Ireland was punished, but not by any jury normal citizens knew of. No, dealers of that kind simply disappeared suddenly without any rhyme or reason as to why. Funny how things worked out.

During this time, Fenella had earned quite the reputation. With years of experience and dedication under her belt, she became the go-to girl when it came to anything involving explosives. If something or someone needed to be taken care of, Fee was the one who was called. Like her mother before her, she could build a bomb out of nothing and the more generic one got, the harder it was to track. Mostly she worked out of Belfast but she was known to travel when the deal required it. Even though she was a loyal member of the UVF didn’t mean that she couldn’t fight for the cause in her own way. Besides, a girl’s gotta make a living somehow.

It was in Belfast that she met a man by the name of Conor O’Meara. The O’Meara name was one she knew well, Patrick O’Meara being one of their primary contacts back in the States. Apparently his son was in town to learn the tricks of the trade and Fenella was more than willing to share her expertise. Conor was a quick learner and while he didn’t have quite the finesse or skill that she had (because who could, really?) he was a smart enough charge. Everything seemed to be moving along smoothly until Conor received word that his father had been killed. It didn’t take much convincing on his part to talk Fee into returning home with him. Payback being something she specialized in.