AJ
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AJ Lynch – Character Definition
Full Name:
Anthony Joseph “AJ” Lynch
Age:
17
Height & Build:
6’3”, athletic and strong, built for rugby. Broad shoulders, toned muscle—he’s got the kind of physique that comes from years of discipline and training rather than vanity.
Appearance:
Light, slightly wavy hair that always looks effortlessly styled. Sharp green eyes, intense when focused, but easygoing when relaxed. A strong jawline and a smile that could talk its way out of trouble. Dresses well without trying too hard—fitted jeans, clean sneakers, and rugby hoodies. Never sloppy, but never overdone either.
Personality & Traits
Charismatic & Magnetic
AJ has an effortless charm that draws people in. He’s the guy who can talk his way out of detention, the one teachers reluctantly like, and the friend everyone turns to for advice. He’s confident without being arrogant (most of the time) and has a natural ability to lead.
Loyal to a Fault
Once AJ considers you family or a friend, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. He’s got his father’s unwavering loyalty, and if someone messes with his own, he takes it personally. He doesn’t just stand up for the people he loves—he fights for them.
Sharp & Observant
AJ doesn’t just listen—he watches. He catches small details, the shifts in tone, the way someone’s hands clench when they’re lying. He reads a room in seconds and knows exactly how to navigate it.
Competitive & Determined
Whether it’s rugby, school, or life, AJ doesn’t like to lose. He plays to win, and he pushes himself harder than anyone else ever could. He doesn’t just want to be good—he wants to be the best.
Protective, Especially Over Mallory
Mallory might roll her eyes at him, but AJ has always been in her corner. He keeps an eye on her, even when she insists she doesn’t need it. He knows what their dad went through growing up, and he refuses to let anything bad happen to her.
Hot-Tempered but Controlled
AJ is good at keeping his cool, but when he does snap, it’s explosive. He inherited his father’s temper, but he’s better at hiding it—until he isn’t. If you push him too far, you’ll know exactly why people don’t mess with him.
Secretly Pressured by Expectations
Everyone thinks AJ has it all figured out. He’s the golden boy, the one who’s supposed to succeed. But the pressure of being Joey Lynch’s son weighs on him. He feels like he has to be perfect—to prove that he’s more than just his father’s past. He rarely talks about it, but it’s always there, sitting on his shoulders.
Family & Relationships
Joey Lynch (Father):
AJ idolizes his father in many ways, but there’s always a weight to it. He knows Joey’s past, knows what he fought to escape, and sometimes, he wonders if he’ll ever be able to step out of his shadow. Joey pushes him harder because he sees himself in AJ, and while AJ respects him, it sometimes feels like too much.
Aofie Molloy (Mother):
The person who grounds him. Aofie keeps AJ in check, reminding him that he doesn’t have to carry the world on his shoulders. She sees through his bravado and knows when he’s struggling, even when he won’t admit it.
Mallory Lynch (Sister):
Mallory and AJ have the typical sibling dynamic—bickering, teasing, but ultimately, an unbreakable bond. He watches out for her, even when she doesn’t want him to. He trusts her, but he doesn’t trust other people around her. If someone messes with Mallory, they’re done.
Other Siblings:
AJ takes his role as the eldest seriously. He’s always been the one setting an example, the one making sure the younger ones are okay. It’s another layer of pressure he doesn’t talk about, but it shapes how he carries himself.
School & Future
Academics:
Smart, but he doesn’t always apply himself. He does well when he wants to, but he knows he doesn’t have to try too hard to coast by. Teachers like him despite his occasional cocky attitude because he knows when to turn on the charm.
Career Aspirations:
Considering law, business, or something leadership-based. He’s a natural negotiator and strategist, but sometimes he wonders if he actually wants this path, or if it’s just what’s expected of him.
Athletics:
A star on the rugby field. He plays like he was born for it—fast, strong, and smart. He’s a leader on the team, but the sport is more than just a game to him. It’s the one place he feels completely in control.
Hobbies & Interests
- Hurling – Lives and breathes it.
- Cars – Can name any make and model, spends time working on them with Joey.
- Music – Secretly has a soft spot for old rock and classic vinyl.
- Parties – Social, always invited, but never loses control. He’s the one making sure everyone gets home safe.
- Reading People – Not a hobby, but a skill. He can pick up on things most people miss.
Struggles & Internal Conflicts
Living Up to Expectations
AJ knows people see him as the golden boy—the one who won’t mess up, the one who’s going to make something of himself. But the pressure of being Joey Lynch’s son means he’s constantly trying to prove himself.
The Fear of Losing Control
He’s always been the responsible one, the controlled one. But he knows he has his father’s temper buried deep inside, and sometimes, he’s afraid of what would happen if he really lost control.
His Own Identity vs. His Father’s Legacy
AJ loves his father, respects him more than anyone—but he doesn’t want to just be Joey Lynch’s son. He wants to be AJ Lynch, to carve out his own path. The question is, can he?
Final Thoughts:
AJ is confident, sharp, and fiercely loyal. He’s the guy people trust, the one they turn to, the one who always seems to have it together. But beneath the charm and the confidence, he carries the weight of expectations, the fear of failure, and the constant struggle to prove he’s more than just his father’s past. He’s a leader, a protector, and a fighter—both on and off the field. But at the end of the day, all he really wants is to be enough.
I hadn't seen her in a while, my girlfriend, that is. She'd been off on some family holiday for the two weeks in between first and second term, and before the holidays started I was at some fancy Hurley camp Edel and John had insisted I go on.
So tonight, her, her friends, my friends, and I were having a little 'get-together' down at Biddies, for the sake of getting wasted.
Corey I drove Corey and Rory over, and the rest of my friends met us there. We picked our regular table and got our first round, while we waited for the girls, who were, as always, running late.
Soon enough, a loud rumble of heel clacks and mumbled voices could be heard from outside, and eventually the girls walked in, all pink and sparkly. Some found their guy friends, some found spots to sit beside eachother, but all I cared about was that short brunette who was swaying her way over to me, looking like a bloody goddess. Like Aphrodite herself poured her heart and soul into making this girl. She was heavenly.
She took a seat on my lap and my hands found their way around her waist, pulling her against me and pressing a kiss to her neck.
Something felt off. Wrong...
But I ignored it. I pushed aside the tiny realisation that she wasn't fitting into my arms the same, the fact that it didn't feel the same when she sat on my lap.
Who was I kidding, she had just been on a fancy holiday, if she hadn't gained a few pounds I'd be bloody concerned. And she still looked perfect to me.
But unfortunately I wasn't the only one to notice the slight shape change.
“So, Tríona, seems like you guys were eating some pretty good food over there in Dublin.” My asshole of a friend, Declan smirked, looking her up and down as he sipped his beer.
“You're such a dick, Declan,” she mumbled, shrinking into herself as she looked back at me, almost expectingly.
She wanted me to defend her.
“I mean...” I looked between her and Declan, seeing the grin on his face. He knew what I'd do and that killed me. “Is he wrong?”
Slap!
There we go, a slap up the back of the head was a regular occurrence when I was being stupid. It was deserved though, and this one felt like it meant something.
She slumped forwards, leaning her chin on her hand, her elbow on the table. I kissed her shoulder, a silent apology. Barely scraping at decency.
Her phone buzzed, so I picked it up from her back pocket, checking the notification. Just some silly instagram comment string, but that wasn't what caught my eye. It was the notification for Planned Parenthood, exclaiming there was an appointment to look into birthing doctors and post-natal healthcare.
Planned parenting...
Why would she need that...?
FUCK! SHE'S PREGNANT!?!??
“Baby!?” I blurted out, earning odd stares from friends, including Tríona.
“Baby?” Mallory, my younger sister, one of Tríona's friends said. “You on something, AJ?”
“Pregnant!” I blurted out again, slapping a hand over my mouth in shock.
That one earned a reaction. Tríona spit out her drink, which ended up spraying on the table.
Then silence.
And everything clicked.
The sickness that started three months ago. The weight gained; she was always on top of her fitness, I should've guessed. The distance I had felt in the past few months.
But that would mean...
She had been pregnant for atleast three months, and hadn't told me...
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