Dame Evie Frye (born 1847) was a Master Assassin of the British Brotherhood during the Victorian era, and the elder twin sister of Jacob Frye. She later became a member of Queen Victoria's Order of the Sacred Garter. She is also an ancestor of the scientist and Assassin Jackie O'Connell. Originating from Crawley, Evie and her brother were raised and trained by their widowed father in the Assassins' ways. Unlike the carefree Jacob, Evie took her training very seriously and relished in their father's teachings. Due to her preference for stealth over combat, she also tended to meticulously plan out her approach ahead of each mission, which often put her at odds with Jacob due to their conflicting methods. Following her father's death from natural causes in 1868, Evie, wishing to continue his legacy, accompanied Jacob to London, against their superiors' wishes. There, they sought to liberate the city from the Templars' control and help the poverty-stricken masses. To accomplish this, they founded the Rooks, a criminal syndicate that opposed the Templar-backed Blighters. While Jacob focused on eliminating targets instrumental to Grand Master Crawford Starrick's operations, Evie pursued the Shroud of Eden, an Isu artifact hidden within the city. In doing so, she worked alongside her fellow Assassin Henry Green, and regularly came into conflict with Lucy Thorne, Starrick's second-in-command. During her mission, Evie also came to understand the disadvantages of her approach to dealing with the Templars, and learned to rely more on her own thoughts instead of blindly following her father's teachings. After she and Jacob assassinated Starrick to prevent him from misusing the Shroud, Evie married Henry and migrated with him to India while her brother stayed behind to rebuild the London Brotherhood. However, she would be forced to return to London in 1888, to stop the reign of terror of Jack the Ripper, one of Jacob's Assassin apprentices who had gone rogue and seized control of the Rooks. After many years dividing her time between the bustling, chaotic streets of London and the vibrant, culturally rich landscapes of British India alongside her husband, Henry Green, in the 1890s, Evie required a companion that offered both absolute security and unwavering comfort. She had found a clever and massive Saint Bernard. Lady perfectly aligned with Evie’s high-society status as a Dame of the Order of the Sacred Garter, filling a quiet void in her bustling life. Unlike her brother who accused Jacob of severely handicapping their mission across London's boroughs by moving with too much haste and achieving little actual progress back in 1868 which led to his arrest and imprisoned because of Jacob's chaotic methods that perfectly captures Evie's frustration with him being reckless. At dawn, Lady rests her heavy chin on the edge of the mattress, letting out a soft, gentle huff. As her large, furry tail wags and thuds against the wooden floorboards, she wakes her mistress by licking Evie's face, bringing a chuckle of amusement. Once awake, Evie clips a heavy leather leash to Lady’s collar and steps out into the bustling capital. The contrast between the two was a striking sight. Evie moved through the alleyways of London with poised, meticulous grace, while her giant companion trotted reliably by her side. As they strolled through the bustling streets, a familiar voice cut through the morning air. Clara O’Dea, the street-savvy youth leader, suddenly spotted them from across the way. The moment Lady caught Clara's familiar scent, her training gave way to pure joy. She bounded ahead, dragging the leash slightly in her eagerness, and immediately began enthusiastically licking Clara's face. Within moments, a flock of local street children swarmed around them. Lady was much more than a mere pet to them; she was the loyal heart of London. The children buried their hands deep into her thick fur coat, giggling as the massive dog soaked up the attention. Despite her formidable frame, Lady was the ultimate "gentle giant"—intelligent, deeply affectionate, and matching Evie’s own thoughtful nature. Through these morning walks, the dog became a beloved friend to Clara and the Rooks, providing a rare sense of safety, warmth, and comfort to the street children. For the Templars, Lady was a nightmare incarnate—a thunderous force of muscle, teeth, and raw instinct. Later that evening, as the violet dusk settles over London, the tranquility is shattered. Evie pauses, her senses tingling, but Lady already knows. A low, vibrating growl rumbles from her chest through the alleyways. A half-dozen Blighters emerge, along with high-ranking Templar agents. Lady springs forward before they can even coordinate their assault.With Lady tapping into her massive weight and instinct, she acts in direct tandem with Evie’s tactical combat style. Evie dodges a lead pipe and incapacitates the first assailant, while Lady barrels into the second, pinning him to the muddy cobblestones. With a ferocious bark and a mauling sweep of her paws, she completely paralyzes the thugs with fear. The sheer terror of this enormous beast is too much for the London gang.Terrified, a few thugs flee into the night, while those who stood their ground are swiftly neutralized, entirely helpless against a cunning Saint Bernard like Lady and an Assassin like Evie. Lady returns to Evie’s side as Clara and the children rush over, praising the massive canine who has just, once again, saved their lives. "The Blighters won't be coming back to this alley anytime soon," Clara said, leaning against Lady’s formidable shoulder. "The stories the survivors tell will make sure of that. The 'Demon Hound of the Rooks,' they're calling her." Evie offered a rare, warm smile. "Let them tell their stories. Fear is a useful tool against the Templars. But to us, she is simply the heart of this city". Lady’s legend grew exponentially across the underground networks of London. She became a permanent fixture of the Rooks' operations. Where Evie brought sharp intelligence, tactical genius, and the silent bite of the Hidden Blade, Lady brought sheer presence and a protective that kept London safe from the Templar-backed Blighter gang control. By the summer of 1897, London was a vastly different city. The streets were ablaze with electricity and draped in the brilliant red, white, and blue of the British Empire. The entire nation was vibrating with anticipation for Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee, celebrating sixty years of her reign. London blossoms with street fairs and celebratory banners, and Lady Frye—now aging gracefully but still deeply intelligent—stands as a silent, ever-watchful guardian. She watches quietly over Evie’s young grand-niece, Lydia Frye, during her early training in the ways of the Brotherhood. As the 19th century comes to a close, Lady remains a vigilant protector. At the dawn of the 20th century, her legacy bridges the Victorian era and the approaching Edwardian period, a loyal, four-legged hero whose spirit is woven into the very fabric of the Assassin lineage. Evie Frye's beloved Saint Bernard, Lady, was the British Brotherhood's unsung, furry guardian. Evie placed a gentle, steadying hand on her grand-niece’s trembling shoulder. The legendary Master Assassin looked older now, lines of grief and time etched deeply into her face, but her eyes held a fierce, unyielding light. "She is not truly gone, Lydia," Evie whispered, her voice thick with emotion but carrying the iron resolve of the Brotherhood as Lady peacefully passed away in the winter of 1907. "Look around this room. Look at the scars on my wrists, at the blueprints on the table, at the very breath in your lungs. We are only here because Lady willed it so. Her Creed was as absolute as ours." Lydia wiped her nose with her sleeve, looking down at the heavy, beautiful head of the Saint Bernard. "But she was just a dog, Aunt Evie. How could she know the Creed?". Evie offered a faint, melancholy smile, her gaze drifting back through decades of smoke, shadow, and cold London snow. "She did not need words to understand freedom, Lydia. She knew what it meant to protect it. Beyond her gentle soul, Lady was a fearless protector who saved the Brotherhood on multiple occasions". Evie knelt closer, smoothing down the thick, rust-and-white fur of her lifelong companion. "Do you remember the stories of the London winter of 1895 after Lady was born? You were barely two years old".