Fandom Assassin's Creed: Iron Reich CS

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Rules:

1. Character must be at least 18. Don't be unrealistic about their rank, either. A 19 year old won't be a Master Assassin, and someone who's been in the order for decades won't be an Initiate.
2. Be reasonable for the time period and setting.
3. Have fun!

Descendent Sheet:
Name:

Rank: (Remember, be reasonable)

Age:

Nationality:

Place of Birth:

Equipment: (Everyone will have at least one hidden blade, Master Assassin's will have two, everyone else will have some other hidden gadget until then. Everything else is up to you.)

Appearance:

Personality:

Background:


Ancestor Sheet: (The Most Important One)
Name:

Rank:

Age:

Nationality:

Place of Birth

Equipment:

Appearance:

Personality:

Background:

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Descendent Sheet:
Name: Peter Nowak

Rank: Soldier

Age: 24

Nationality: American

Place of Birth: Queens, New York

Equipment:
Combat Knife
Throwing Knives
Hidden Blade
Phantom Blade
Five-Seven Handgun with reflex sight, laser sight, and suppressor

Appearance:

Personality:
Peter is quite the talker. He loves to talk, make jokes, and generally be the sterotypical New York wise-ass. He is very fond of self-depricating jokes, though they are... unique. It's more him bragging about how great he is while being fully aware that he isn't great. He is, however, quite hot-headed and impulsive, a trait that's run through his family for generations.

Background:
Peter was born the son of two surviving Assassin's in Queens, New York after the Order was crushed. He grew up in and out of the foster care system, never having a home of his own, and constantly being a general nusiance. He soon turned to petty crimes, his Assassin heritage making him quite the progidy. His life changed, however, after he pickpockted a Master Assassin that was passing by. The man took Peter in, the boy soon finding out about his heritage after seeing Assassin markings in the sewers with his Eagle Vision. He was then trained as an Assassin from that day forward, quickly progressing to the rank of Soldier, and on his way to full blown Assassin if he keeps it up.

Ancestor Sheet: (The Most Important One)
Name: Jakub Nowak

Rank: Master Assassin (By virtue that he was the highest ranking suriving member of the Warsaw chapter)

Age: 27

Nationality: Polish

Place of Birth: Warsaw, Poland

Equipment:
Welrod Silenced Handgun
Hidden Blade
Ka-Bar Combat Knife
Throwing Knives
Assassin's Handshake:
A modern upgrade of Ezio's gauntlet gun. By manipulating strings in the user's gloves, a small firearm loaded with high power cartridges can be fired, with several ammuntion types available. It can only hold one round at a time, however.


Appearance:

He looks very similar to Peter under the mask.
Personality:
Jakub is a man of action, not words. He's seen the atrocities committed against his people, and has had enough of it. He will hunt down and kill anyone affiliated with the slaughter of Jewish civilians, and is a firm follower of the Order. He has strong, firm beliefs, believing that the Order shouldn't wait to interfere if the Templar's are at large. He already saw what happened when there is pause in their war. He is often impulsive, ignoring orders from
Background:
Born to shopkeepers in Warsaw, Poland, young Jakub was raised in the Order from a young age. He was always a prodigy of the Order, quickly learning the skills required of an Assassin. He was happily married to a fellow Assassin with a daughter when the Third Reich attacked Poland. The chapter in Warsaw had to quickly flee the city, with anyone who could be spared required to stay and keep the Order going. Among these was Jakub, who saw his comrades slowly be picked off by the Nazi war machine. Soon, the only survivors were him and his wife, the latter having fled to the chapter in Paris. Jakub left for Paris when a meeting of the chapters was enacted, the man ready to avenge his chapter, and track down the body of his father, as his Hidden Blades are an heirloom of the family.

 

[venom-mutt]

both of these are wips for the time being ill have them finished within the next two days though!

Spoiler: descendant

BASTARDLY

nikola romansky

WIP

basics
→ name | nikola romansky
→ age | twenty-three
→ gender | female
→ sexuality | bisexual
→ rank | assassin
→ nationality | czechoslovakian

appearance
→ hair | black
→ height |
→ eyes | blue
→ frame |
→ faceclaim |

personality
→ vices |
→ virtues |
→ quirks |
→ triggers |
→ mbti:
→ temperament:

equipment
→ handguns |
→ tactical |
→ close-up |

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Spoiler: ancestor

HEAVENLY

viktorija nikolic

vik was born to two serbian parents, poor and hungry being their every day life. she was taught how to steal from austrian soldiers, and used her youth as a front if she were caught. many of the friends vik made growing up were temporary, always moving away to other countries for better life or one last attempt to get out of poverty. her father served WW1 and her mother was in the service as a nurse for the french when she was just fourteen years old. she was then introduced to the creed they belonged to soon after, beginning her official training as an assassin. vik would be trained by her father for then next ten years before his assassination by a nationalist templar in berlin, russia.

basics
→ name | viktorija "vic" nikolic
→ age | twenty-five
→ gender | female
→ sexuality | straight
→ rank| tier-two assassin
→ nationality| serbian

appearance
→ hair | black
→ height | 5'2
→ eyes | light blue
→ frame | typically what is called as a "spoon-shape" figure
→ faceclaim | idda van munster

personality
→ vices |
→ virtues |
→ quirks |
→ triggers |
→ mbti:
→ temperament:

equipment
→ handguns | pistol vz. 22
→ tactical | smoke grenade, stielhandgranate, throwing knives
→ close quarters | assassin blade, kampfmesser 42 dual blades, poison blades, brass knuckles

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[Ryumit]

WORK IN PROGRESS

Descendent Sheet:

Name:
Rank:
Age:
Nationality:
Place of Birth:
Equipment: (Everyone will have at least one hidden blade, Master Assassin's will have two, everyone else will have some other hidden gadget until then. Everything else is up to you.)
Appearance:
Personality:
Background:


Ancestor Sheet:

Name: Vikram

Rank: Apprentice
Age: 28
Nationality: British/Indian
Place of Birth: Chennai, India
Equipment:
(Limited due to Apprentice Rank)
Hidden Blade
Short Sword
Dagger

Owns a selection of Indian exotic weapons that he sometimes uses without the knowledge of his master:

Pata Sword: Katar:


Chakram: Urumi:


Appearance:



Personality:
Vikram has quite a volatile personality which is the main reason his progression through the ranks has been slow. Although quite brash and aggressive Vikram is fiercely loyal to the creed and would not stray from his mission although the path he takes to get there might be questionable.

Background:
Vikram was born in India due to long standing family ties to the British East India Company, his descendant's were mostly notable officers within the Presidency armies of the East India Company (EIC). Vikram was born in Chennai, a busy Indian city but did not stuggle for wealth since his family still held notable business positions and wealth. Vikram was trained in Indian martial arts from a young age and became a competent fighter before being recruited into the creed in 1939.

Growing up on the streets in India Vikram has plenty of street smarts, even though he has a wealthy background he choose to live and mix with the people rather than the so called aristocracy of the EIC. Much to his families dismay Vikram did not join the East India Company and joined a private security force in Chennai.

Not long after India has declared war on Nazi Germany, having began to build his reputation as quite a ruthless enforcer in 1939 it was during a private security detail for an Indian prince that Vikram met his first Assassino.

Vikram was running a security detail for Prince Naseem Agara, he hated these jobs, he thought Naseem was a bastard, a vile human being. It was no massive secret that the Agara family supported the Nazi's war efforts and this had caused huge internal conflict within British occupied India. But a job was a job.. If he was to prove to his family he didn't need their support to accept every job was critical... and the prince paid well.

Vikram sat on the balcony outside the prince's rooms, it was a cold night and was just starting to rain. Vikram sat in the corner of the balcony under a small veranda and surveyed the gardens. From here he was almost invisible in the shadows cast from the veranda but the gardens were well lit.

Suddenly all of Vikram's senses went into overdrive. Was that someone on the far side of the garden?.. Vikram stayed completely still observing for any more movement when suddenly a large crash sounded from behind him. The prince's room!..

Vikram rushed towards the door but just before he got there and crash and sudden force knocked him to the ground..

Regaining his composure, laid on his back Vikram looked and looked up into the eyes of who had knocked him to the ground.. the eyes looking back appeared just as surprised as he was.

In a flash the figure rolled sideways and jumped over the edge of the balcony sprinting across the lawn. Vikram stood up quickly and followed, just before heading over the balcony edge Vikram looked back towards the door the prone figure of the prince could be seen, sword protruding from his chest.

Vikram chased the hooded figure across the garden and skilfully followed over several walls and raised walkways. The unknown figure moved gracefully but always seemed one step ahead of Vikram.

Reaching the outskirts of the estate, the boundary wall stood over 12 feet high, Vikram saw the figure dash towards a rope hanging free and started to climb, reaching the top they jumped down the other side.

Vikram reached the wall just as the figure dropped out of sight, he began to climb and dropped down into a clearing between two buildings and stood face to face with three hooded figures.

One by one they removed their hoods revealing their faces and drew swords from their belts..

It was at this point Vikram wished he carried a revolver like everyone else at the company...

Sighing Vikram drew his Pata Sword and smiled.

What happened next is a story for another day.

 

[explosiveKitten]

Name: Courtney Weisberg

Rank: Initiate

Age: 22

Nationality: American

Place of Birth: Boston, Massaschusetts

Equipment:
One hidden blade, a flashdrive, a drawstring backpack with some spare supplies, that’s basically it. Oh, and an aluminum bat. She’s surprisingly good with that thing.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Clothing

Personality:
Courtney is often described as being "fiery". She's a feisty one with a penchant for sarcasm and eye rolling. But don't just write her off as a bitch type- She's actually rather kind and quirky, she just has a sassy attitude towards her friends.

Background:

She’s lived on the west side of Boston. She liked the life she lived in that place, and her mom taught her everything. How to climb ("I'll take you rock climbing one day" she said), a little basic self-defense("Just in case, you never know when it’ll come in handy" she said) and most importantly, good morals. Little did baby Courtney know she was being trained for her future.
One day, about a week from her sixteenth birthday, her mother sat her down and plunked a jewelry box in front of her.
She explained that normally they would wait till her sixteenth birthday to pass this on, but she simply just couldn't wait!

Inside the box was an antique looking ring with some kind of strange symbol pressed into it. Courtney didn't understand the heirloom, but said thanks to her mom nonetheless and was wearing it the next morning when she left for school.

When she got home, she found her mother dead. Mysteriously, here and then gone. Courtney begged for answers, but the police report came up inconclusive. They said it wasn’t foul play.

They were lying.

Courtney was in the foster care system until she was legally able to go off on her own. She got a job at Abstergo Industries, an ultimately disposable desk job, running errands and working papers, mundane stuff really. But one day, a certain file got mixed in with her usual papers, and at first, she didn’t intend to look in there. It was marked as confidential. But the longer it sat there on the desk, the more curious she got. Until eventually she broke and cracked that baby open.

There she learned about the Templars and their plans. She did some more digging (involving a lot of hacking and sneaking around) until eventually she found out about the Assassins. How her mother had been an Assassin.

The Templars had killed her mother.
Abstergo had killed her mother.

She started to help the Assassins in a really roundabout way. Bringing down firewalls “accidentally” so the Assassins could hopefully get in, dropping confidential papers at known Assassin drop points. And Abstergo was none the wiser.

Until they were.

One night, while Courtney was sleeping, someone snuck into her crappy apartment. She woke to the sound of someone creeping around her apartment. When she went back investigate, aluminum baseball bat in hand, she was quickly disarmed by a hooded man who then shoved her onto her crappy couch and told her to calm down.
He explained that he was a master Assassin, and that he knew what she had been doing. He was grateful. He was glad that he had finally found Karen Weisberg’s daughter... his daughter.

Yep. Her father had finally made his appearance. And he was an Assassin.

“Where have you been?” She asked.
“I’ll explain everything later, kid, but we gotta go, Abstergo has figured out what you’ve been doing, and if you go to work tomorrow you’re not coming back out of that building.” He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. “Get your stuff, lets go.”
“So... does this mean I’m an Assassin?”
He smiled.

“Welcome to the Assassins, Initiate.”


~~~~~~~


Ancestor Sheet: (The Most Important One)​

Name: Clancy Weisberg

Rank: Warrior

Age: 24

Nationality: German

Place of Birth: Munich, Germany

Equipment:

• One hidden blade
• One silenced Handgun (Colt 1911)
• One Sniper rifle
• Belt of grenades including but not limited to- Incendiary grenades, flashbangs, and mustard gas.
• German infantry combat knife

Spoiler: Appearance:

Spoiler: Assassin outfit

Honestly, I want to find a perfect picture, but that is not going to happen. So lemme put it this way;
Clancy is dressed pretty casually. With the high waisted pants and button down shirts that were fashionable at the time. He also wears a brown leather trench coat, a common sight among German soldiers, with a hood of course. His Assassin gauntlet is worn over the sleeves.

Personality:
Oh this poor nervous boy. He’s just twitchy and jumpy and all the explosions really aren’t helping his nerves any. Yeah, he’ll sober up to get the job done, but any other time he is just skittish. He rarely relaxes enough to let his caring personality come out, but it is there. The guy is also really book smart. He can tell you fifteen different ways to say the same thing. He can speak English, German and Hebrew, even a little Polish too. He can read and write all those, and some Russian and Italian for flavor.

Background:
Clancy grew up very happily with his family. His mother, father and older sister, Clara were all born and raised in Munich, which is where Clancy grew up most of his life. His parents were devout Orthodox Jewish people, while he and his sister were... less so. Sure, they went to synagogue on the weekends and celebrated Passover and Yom Kippur, and Rosh Hashanah with their family, but they weren’t reading the Torah every night before bed. Clancy certainly wasn’t praying five times a day.
(If that is even anywhere near accurate. Let me know if I’m getting the Jewish religion all wrong please? So I can fix it and represent correctly? Kthanx bai)
It was an easy life, relatively speaking. His family was wealthy, he had everything he could ever really want, until the fateful day Adolf Hitler took power in Germany.
His parents were desperate to get out of Germany. They could see what was to come, like so many others. So the family attempted to flee Germany, to go to America, but they were barred from leaving.

In the chaos and the desperation to escape... Clara was lost. The crowds of fleeing people, it’s too easy to lose someone. By the time his parents realized they had lost Clara, it was too late to look for her.

Since they were unable to leave, the family settled in Berlin, bidding their time hoping to get out of the country somehow. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. His parents were soon victims of “random acts of violence” and Clancy, a child wandering the streets, hungry and alone.

He was picked up by the Assassins a year later, when he got caught by some Schutzstaffel soldiers, and an Assassin nearby stepped in to save him. He’s been with the Assassins ever since, still secretly hoping he can find his older sister. He is thoroughly convinced that she is alive, somewhere.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name: Courtney Weisberg

Rank: Initiate

Age: 22

Nationality: American

Place of Birth: Boston, Massaschusetts

Equipment:
One hidden blade, a flashdrive, a drawstring backpack with some spare supplies, that’s basically it. Oh, and an aluminum bat. She’s surprisingly good with that thing.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Clothing

Personality:
Courtney is often described as being "fiery". She's a feisty one with a penchant for sarcasm and eye rolling. But don't just write her off as a bitch type- She's actually rather kind and quirky, she just has a sassy attitude towards her friends.

Background:

on the west side of Manhattan. She liked the life she lived in that place, and her mom taught her everything. How to climb ("I'll take you rock climbing one day" she said), a little basic self-defense("Just in case, you never know when it’ll come in handy" she said) and most importantly, good morals. Little did baby Courtney know she was being trained for her future.
One day, about a week from her sixteenth birthday, her mother sat her down and plunked a jewelry box in front of her.
She explained that normally they would wait till her sixteenth birthday to pass this on, but she simply just couldn't wait!

Inside the box was an antique looking ring with some kind of strange symbol pressed into it. Courtney didn't understand the heirloom, but said thanks to her mom nonetheless and was wearing it the next morning when she left for school.

When she got home, she found her mother dead. Mysteriously, here and then gone. Courtney begged for answers, but the police report came up inconclusive. They said it wasn’t foul play.

They were lying.

Courtney was in the foster care system until she was legally able to go off on her own. She got a job at Abstergo Industries, an ultimately disposable desk job, running errands and working papers, mundane stuff really. But one day, a certain file got mixed in with her usual papers, and at first, she didn’t intend to look in there. It was marked as confidential. But the longer it sat there on the desk, the more curious she got. Until eventually she broke and cracked that baby open.

There she learned about the Templars and their plans. She did some more digging (involving a lot of hacking and sneaking around) until eventually she found out about the Assassins. How her mother had been an Assassin.

The Templars had killed her mother.
Abstergo had killed her mother.

She started to help the Assassins in a really roundabout way. Bringing down firewalls “accidentally” so the Assassins could hopefully get in, dropping confidential papers at known Assassin drop points. And Abstergo was none the wiser.

Until they were.

One night, while Courtney was sleeping, someone snuck into her crappy apartment. She woke to the sound of someone creeping around her apartment. When she went back investigate, aluminum baseball bat in hand, she was quickly disarmed by a hooded man who then shoved her onto her crappy couch and told her to calm down.
He explained that he was a master Assassin, and that he knew what she had been doing. He was grateful. He was glad that he had finally found Karen Weisberg’s daughter... his daughter.

Yep. Her father had finally made his appearance. And he was an Assassin.

“Where have you been?” She asked.
“I’ll explain everything later, kid, but we gotta go, Abstergo has figured out what you’ve been doing, and if you go to work tomorrow you’re not coming back out of that building.” He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to her feet. “Get your stuff, lets go.”
“So... does this mean I’m an Assassin?”
He smiled.

“Welcome to the Assassins, Initiate.”


~~~~~~~


Ancestor Sheet: (The Most Important One)​

Name: Clancy Weisberg

Rank: Warrior

Age: 24

Nationality: German

Place of Birth: Munich, Germany

Equipment:

• One hidden blade
• One silenced Handgun (Colt 1911)
• One Sniper rifle
• Belt of grenades including but not limited to- Incendiary grenades, flashbangs, and mustard gas.
• German infantry combat knife

Spoiler: Appearance:

Spoiler: Assassin outfit

Honestly, I want to find a perfect picture, but that is not going to happen. So lemme put it this way;
Clancy is dressed pretty casually. With the high waisted pants and button down shirts that were fashionable at the time. He also wears a brown leather trench coat, a common sight among German soldiers, with a hood of course. His Assassin gauntlet is worn over the sleeves.

Personality:
Oh this poor nervous boy. He’s just twitchy and jumpy and all the explosions really aren’t helping his nerves any. Yeah, he’ll sober up to get the job done, but any other time he is just skittish. He rarely relaxes enough to let his caring personality come out, but it is there. The guy is also really book smart. He can tell you fifteen different ways to say the same thing. He can speak English, German and Hebrew, even a little Polish too. He can read and write all those, and some Russian and Italian for flavor.

Background:
Clancy grew up very happily with his family. His mother, father and older sister, Clara were all born and raised in Munich, which is where Clancy grew up most of his life. His parents were devout Orthodox Jewish people, while he and his sister were... less so. Sure, they went to synagogue on the weekends and celebrated Passover and Yom Kippur, and Rosh Hashanah with their family, but they weren’t reading the Torah every night before bed. Clancy certainly wasn’t praying five times a day.
(If that is even anywhere near accurate. Let me know if I’m getting the Jewish religion all wrong please? So I can fix it and represent correctly? Kthanx bai)
It was an easy life, relatively speaking. His family was wealthy, he had everything he could ever really want, until the fateful day Adolf Hitler took power in Germany.
His parents were desperate to get out of Germany. They could see what was to come, like so many others. So the family attempted to flee Germany, to go to America, but they were barred from leaving.

In the chaos and the desperation to escape... Clara was lost. The crowds of fleeing people, it’s too easy to lose someone. By the time his parents realized they had lost Clara, it was too late to look for her.

Since they were unable to leave, the family settled in Berlin, bidding their time hoping to get out of the country somehow. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. His parents were soon victims of “random acts of violence” and Clancy, a child wandering the streets, hungry and alone.

He was picked up by the Assassins a year later, when he got caught by some Schutzstaffel soldiers, and an Assassin nearby stepped in to save him. He’s been with the Assassins ever since, still secretly hoping he can find his older sister. He is thoroughly convinced that she is alive, somewhere.

It's great! Good job!

 

[Quiet]

Name: Joseph Daniel Travers.
Rank: Master Assassin.
Age: Forty-one.

Nationality: American.
Place of Birth: New Orleans French Quarter, Louisiana, United States.
Equipment:
- USMC Standard Issue Survival Knife.
- Leather Survivalist bag (well-worn).
- Two Hidden Blades (as well as custom vambraces.)
- Hookblade attachment.
- Beretta 92FS with suppressor and laser sight attachments.

Appearance:

Master Assassin Travers is an adult Caucasian male standing at 6'1" and weighing into 185 lbs. His wide build is primarily muscular and built for power, fit for a bear rather than a man. Travers is noted to possess blue eyes, fawn brown hair, and commonly a full set of beard and mustache facial hair. With the days of ceremony in the modern day long gone, Travers does not rely on any sort of uniform ties to his position as a Master within the American Brotherhood of Assassins. His attire is commonly utilitarian and built for winters and mountain living, where he commonly resides in a cabin on the outskirts of Derry, Maine. He does, however, retain his dog tags from his time within the USMC as well as possessing a tattoo of the American, French, and Polish flags on his right shoulder. Each flag is emblazoned with a small rendition of the Assassin emblem.

Personality:
A highly professional and no-nonsense member of the modern American Brotherhood (or rather, what's left of it), Master Assassin Travers is known to possess a strong will and keen eye for detail. Although of slim pickings, Travers is objectively one of the only few Master Assassins left who is seen fit to guide Initiates and lower ranked Assassins to building themselves to a point of equal rank. His sense of duty and indomitable will have brought many to suggestion a future in holding the title of Mentor, though he personally sees or holds no interest in the position.
Travers is a man who holds the free will of all God's people to a high standard, and wills himself to fight for it every day.

Despite his military man regiment and identity, many of his trainees have noted him to possess somewhat of a "fatherly aura". He is incredibly polite.

Background:
Born in 1977 in New Orleans to Archie Travers and Marinette Travers (nee Charpentier); a stockbroker and a registered nurse respectively, Joseph would have been raised in a lonely environment with his parent's busy, hectic lives were it not for the constantly watchful eye of his grandmother Zofia, a dainty old woman with a scar in the shape of a strange symbol. A child of the 80s, he saw a rise in conflicts around the world rise in tension without even a clue why they were transpiring the way that they were. A polite, peaceful young man, Joseph wanted to see peace in other aspects of life. During his high school years, Joseph had come into contact with a recruiter for the country's military, specifically for the United States Marine Corps, who offered him the chance to re-evaluate aspects of life he was missing, travel the world, and help others. Within the year, Joseph enlisted in December of 1995 and served a six year tour stationed in the Middle East to purview rising tensions between the governments of bordering nations.

During a patrol through a small hamlet in Iraq, his platoon was fired upon by a rogue enemy and pinned down for several hours. During the firefight, a rogue assailant had found their way behind him and prepared to fire into Joseph's back. The young soldier, however, was saved by a surprise assist by a fellow Marine and CO, Major Allen Thomas, who appeared to understand the reason for their surprise attack after uncovering a piece of jewelry that inscribed a strange, jagged symbol around the OPFOR's neck. ...The same one as his grandmother's scar. Quoting them as an Assassin, the Major pulled the platoon away from the line of fire and withdrew. Only a Sergeant, Travers was enlisted in an off-the-books blacklist mission by the Major who provided them intelligence on the encampment of the same squadron the original assassin had come from. Fulfilling his deed with the rest of his platoon and razing the encampment to the ground, Travers discovered a lost Arabic codex educating the purpose of the group-- a creed of sorts, emphasizing peace.

Sergeant Travers continued to lead the platoon on missions both official and straight from the mouth of Major Thomas for seven months, drawing the insurgent group into hiding. However, on October 2nd 2000, a surprise attack spelled deadly results for the Marine soldiers and left Travers and only two other survivors as POWs. Within a small cave outside of the nearest town, they were interrogated on the identity of their commanding officer that ordered the attacks. However, no matter how much he was beaten, Travers refused to speak. ...Until, a tapestry in the dark caught his eye. A jagged symbol-- the same one as the necklace, the same as the scar-- it all pieced together. Responding with bits of what he'd read in the codex, he inquired himself about the group's purpose and why they attacked.

...While he couldn't explain, a mention of his grandmother-- a surviving war nurse of the second World War-- allowed them to let him go, though now with the identity of who he is apparent to them but not to himself. Upon returning to basecamp, he was set to explain everything-- or rather, was, until he had found it razed as once the enemy camp was, the body of the Major in the dirt clutching a pendant of a red cross. He waited for days for reinforcements, wandering himself to find a fellow American to relay information to. However, rather than finding them after passing out in the sands, he found himself back to the cave with a much different greeting. His interrogator, once hostile, threw down the red cross pendant before him in what seemed to be relief, explaining the work that Travers had supposedly done.

Confused but dazed, he listened to the explanation between a longstanding power struggle between two group-- the Assassins and the Templars. Ultimately going along with it to ensure his survival, Travers assisted the Iraqi Chapter of the Assassin Brotherhood for a period of time before being able to return to the nearest encampment and come home in 2002. Before he had known it, word of his assimilation to other American brothers had began, kickstarting his career.

Ancestor Sheet: (The Most Important One)

Name: Zofia Garcyznski.
Rank: Initiate.
Age: Twenty-one.

Nationality: Polish.
Place of Birth: Walbryzch, Lower Silesia, Poland.

Equipment:
- Hunting Knife.
- Hidden Blade.
- Poln M29 rifle, w. Bayonet attachment.
- Canvas messenger bag.
- Phantom Blade.

Appearance:

( Her exact appearance is W.I.P. But her robes are a combination of Lydia Frye's attire and modern Polish military uniform. )

Personality:
Over-all rather quiet and timid, Zofia is a product of a pensive Polish-Jewish family who banded together during the ides of World War 1. She is emotionally cunning, able to read the thoughts of people by their expressions and adjust herself accordingly. Tactically, she's brilliant with a wide scope of mind. Above all, however, she is caring and kind-- but driven to fight for the freedom of her brothers and sisters across Poland. Despite this, however, she can be somewhat of a biting critic who wears her own emotions and thoughts on her sleeve. When pushed, she is incredibly outspoken and shows her gift in proper speech and communication.

She has extensive knowledge of medicine, having been raised by a series of war nurses.

Background:
She was born in the Lower Silesia region of Poland in 1919 to Andrezj and Malgorzata Garzcynski, a veteran of WW1 and a war nurse who served in the trenches. Her life was simple, growing up where she attended scholar lessons when she could and helping take care of the house when able. She once had a boyfriend by the name of Samuel, but the two had broken up before the outbreak of Germany's invasion.
How she joined the Warsaw Brotherhood is a story she prefers to keep to herself.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name: Joseph Daniel Travers.
Rank: Master Assassin.
Age: Forty-one.

Nationality: American.
Place of Birth: New Orleans French Quarter, Louisiana, United States.
Equipment:
- USMC Standard Issue Survival Knife.
- Leather Survivalist bag (well-worn).
- Two Hidden Blades (as well as custom vambraces.)
- Hookblade attachment.
- Beretta 92FS with suppressor and laser sight attachments.

Appearance:

Master Assassin Travers is an adult Caucasian male standing at 6'1" and weighing into 185 lbs. His wide build is primarily muscular and built for power, fit for a bear rather than a man. Travers is noted to possess blue eyes, fawn brown hair, and commonly a full set of beard and mustache facial hair. With the days of ceremony in the modern day long gone, Travers does not rely on any sort of uniform ties to his position as a Master within the American Brotherhood of Assassins. His attire is commonly utilitarian and built for winters and mountain living, where he commonly resides in a cabin on the outskirts of Derry, Maine. He does, however, retain his dog tags from his time within the USMC as well as possessing a tattoo of the American, French, and Polish flags on his right shoulder. Each flag is emblazoned with a small rendition of the Assassin emblem.

Personality:
A highly professional and no-nonsense member of the modern American Brotherhood (or rather, what's left of it), Master Assassin Travers is known to possess a strong will and keen eye for detail. Although of slim pickings, Travers is objectively one of the only few Master Assassins left who is seen fit to guide Initiates and lower ranked Assassins to building themselves to a point of equal rank. His sense of duty and indomitable will have brought many to suggestion a future in holding the title of Mentor, though he personally sees or holds no interest in the position.
Travers is a man who holds the free will of all God's people to a high standard, and wills himself to fight for it every day.

Despite his military man regiment and identity, many of his trainees have noted him to possess somewhat of a "fatherly aura". He is incredibly polite.

Background:
Born in 1977 in New Orleans to Archie Travers and Marinette Travers (nee Charpentier); a stockbroker and a registered nurse respectively, Joseph would have been raised in a lonely environment with his parent's busy, hectic lives were it not for the constantly watchful eye of his grandmother Zofia, a dainty old woman with a scar in the shape of a strange symbol. A child of the 80s, he saw a rise in conflicts around the world rise in tension without even a clue why they were transpiring the way that they were. A polite, peaceful young man, Joseph wanted to see peace in other aspects of life. During his high school years, Joseph had come into contact with a recruiter for the country's military, specifically for the United States Marine Corps, who offered him the chance to re-evaluate aspects of life he was missing, travel the world, and help others. Within the year, Joseph enlisted in December of 1995 and served a six year tour stationed in the Middle East to purview rising tensions between the governments of bordering nations.

During a patrol through a small hamlet in Iraq, his platoon was fired upon by a rogue enemy and pinned down for several hours. During the firefight, a rogue assailant had found their way behind him and prepared to fire into Joseph's back. The young soldier, however, was saved by a surprise assist by a fellow Marine and CO, Major Allen Thomas, who appeared to understand the reason for their surprise attack after uncovering a piece of jewelry that inscribed a strange, jagged symbol around the OPFOR's neck. ...The same one as his grandmother's scar. Quoting them as an Assassin, the Major pulled the platoon away from the line of fire and withdrew. Only a Sergeant, Travers was enlisted in an off-the-books blacklist mission by the Major who provided them intelligence on the encampment of the same squadron the original assassin had come from. Fulfilling his deed with the rest of his platoon and razing the encampment to the ground, Travers discovered a lost Arabic codex educating the purpose of the group-- a creed of sorts, emphasizing peace.

Sergeant Travers continued to lead the platoon on missions both official and straight from the mouth of Major Thomas for seven months, drawing the insurgent group into hiding. However, on October 2nd 2000, a surprise attack spelled deadly results for the Marine soldiers and left Travers and only two other survivors as POWs. Within a small cave outside of the nearest town, they were interrogated on the identity of their commanding officer that ordered the attacks. However, no matter how much he was beaten, Travers refused to speak. ...Until, a tapestry in the dark caught his eye. A jagged symbol-- the same one as the necklace, the same as the scar-- it all pieced together. Responding with bits of what he'd read in the codex, he inquired himself about the group's purpose and why they attacked.

...While he couldn't explain, a mention of his grandmother-- a surviving war nurse of the second World War-- allowed them to let him go, though now with the identity of who he is apparent to them but not to himself. Upon returning to basecamp, he was set to explain everything-- or rather, was, until he had found it razed as once the enemy camp was, the body of the Major in the dirt clutching a pendant of a red cross. He waited for days for reinforcements, wandering himself to find a fellow American to relay information to. However, rather than finding them after passing out in the sands, he found himself back to the cave with a much different greeting. His interrogator, once hostile, threw down the red cross pendant before him in what seemed to be relief, explaining the work that Travers had supposedly done.

Confused but dazed, he listened to the explanation between a longstanding power struggle between two group-- the Assassins and the Templars. Ultimately going along with it to ensure his survival, Travers assisted the Iraqi Chapter of the Assassin Brotherhood for a period of time before being able to return to the nearest encampment and come home in 2002. Before he had known it, word of his assimilation to other American brothers had began, kickstarting his career.

Ancestor Sheet: (The Most Important One)

Name: Zofia Garcyznski.
Rank: Initiate.
Age: Twenty-one.

Nationality: Polish.
Place of Birth: Walbryzch, Lower Silesia, Poland.

Equipment:
- Hunting Knife.
- Hidden Blade.
- Poln M29 rifle, w. Bayonet attachment.
- Canvas messenger bag.
- Phantom Blade.

Appearance:

( Her exact appearance is W.I.P. But her robes are a combination of Lydia Frye's attire and modern Polish military uniform. )

Personality:
Over-all rather quiet and timid, Zofia is a product of a pensive Polish-Jewish family who banded together during the ides of World War 1. She is emotionally cunning, able to read the thoughts of people by their expressions and adjust herself accordingly. Tactically, she's brilliant with a wide scope of mind. Above all, however, she is caring and kind-- but driven to fight for the freedom of her brothers and sisters across Poland. Despite this, however, she can be somewhat of a biting critic who wears her own emotions and thoughts on her sleeve. When pushed, she is incredibly outspoken and shows her gift in proper speech and communication.

She has extensive knowledge of medicine, having been raised by a series of war nurses.

Background:
She was born in the Lower Silesia region of Poland in 1919 to Andrezj and Malgorzata Garzcynski, a veteran of WW1 and a war nurse who served in the trenches. Her life was simple, growing up where she attended scholar lessons when she could and helping take care of the house when able. She once had a boyfriend by the name of Samuel, but the two had broken up before the outbreak of Germany's invasion.
How she joined the Warsaw Brotherhood is a story she prefers to keep to herself.

Accepted! Good job!

 

[Jean Otus]

Descendent Sheet:
Name: Matthias Corvinus

Rank: Initiate

Age: 21

Nationality: Hungarian-American

Place of Birth: Northern Virginia, USA

Equipment:
>Hidden Blade
>Garot Wire
>9mm Pistol
>Binoculars

Appearance:

Personality: A shrewd and antisocial young man, Matthias has a tendency to look down on people who disagree with him, and has notable issues with working as a part of a team. He takes the ideals of the organization very seriously and follows the tenets religiously, which gives him a reputation of being uptight and inflexible. He notably chafes in the presence of people who believe that the freedom of the assassins allows them to do whatever they wish.

Background: Born to a well-off family in close proximity to the national capital. This gave the young man plenty of time and opportunities to study and become obsessed with history and power. He devoured every text on the rise and fall of empires, kings, and dynasties, constantly digging deeper into the issues of who or what really pulled the strings that moved the world. Eventually, that would lead him to probe secret societies to get a piece of the power for himself. Finally, he made contact with one such society, or rather, one of them made contact with him. The Assassins gave Matthias a choice. Join and experience their influence on the world, or die for knowing too much. He was therein inducted into the organization and came to embrace the tenets and projects given to him with great faith. With a family from Templar-laden Hungary, his genetic memory is highly valued as a diary on enemy movements.

Ancestor Sheet:
Name: Steven Dobo

Rank: Warrior

Age: 25

Nationality: Hungarian

Place of Birth: Debrecen, Hungary

Equipment:
>Hidden Blade
>Danuvia 43m submachine gun
>Silenced 9mm pistol
>Hungarian Military Uniform
>Axis-Approved Passport

Appearance:

Personality: Steven is somewhat of a two-face. He generally portrays whatever he thinks what his audience wants, even if he'll turn around and do the exact opposite. As such he always seems friendly and affable, even to the point that it seems saccharine and insincere. When he gets comfortable around people, he turns into a rude, cynical, and sarcastic person who reacts explosively to stress and adverse situations.

Background: Born during the Great War, Steven grew up in a Hungary in ruins, a Hungary where fascism was put in power by international mandate. The ever-present shadow of the White Terror led to a life of constant acting, pretending to be perfectly in line with the regime while harboring the desire for its destruction. As a young man, he joined one of the Horthy Levante organizations and became schooled in the art of war, as well as how to be a model soldier for fascist officers. Somehow, somewhere the Assassins found him and brought him into the organization, giving him the tools to move amongst the army while sewing chaos. Since Hungary joined the Axis he has been moving regularly, sabotaging their operations and leaving someone else holding the bag.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Descendent Sheet:
Name: Matthias Corvinus

Rank: Initiate

Age: 21

Nationality: Hungarian-American

Place of Birth: Northern Virginia, USA

Equipment:
>Hidden Blade
>Garot Wire
>9mm Pistol
>Binoculars

Appearance:
View attachment 505771
Personality: A shrewd and antisocial young man, Matthias has a tendency to look down on people who disagree with him, and has notable issues with working as a part of a team. He takes the ideals of the organization very seriously and follows the tenets religiously, which gives him a reputation of being uptight and inflexible. He notably chafes in the presence of people who believe that the freedom of the assassins allows them to do whatever they wish.

Background: Born to a well-off family in close proximity to the national capital. This gave the young man plenty of time and opportunities to study and become obsessed with history and power. He devoured every text on the rise and fall of empires, kings, and dynasties, constantly digging deeper into the issues of who or what really pulled the strings that moved the world. Eventually, that would lead him to probe secret societies to get a piece of the power for himself. Finally, he made contact with one such society, or rather, one of them made contact with him. The Assassins gave Matthias a choice. Join and experience their influence on the world, or die for knowing too much. He was therein inducted into the organization and came to embrace the tenets and projects given to him with great faith. With a family from Templar-laden Hungary, his genetic memory is highly valued as a diary on enemy movements.

Ancestor Sheet:
Name: Steven Dobo

Rank: Warrior

Age: 25

Nationality: Hungarian

Place of Birth: Debrecen, Hungary

Equipment:
>Hidden Blade
>Danuvia 43m submachine gun
>Silenced 9mm pistol
>Hungarian Military Uniform
>Axis-Approved Passport

Appearance:
View attachment 505778
Personality: Steven is somewhat of a two-face. He generally portrays whatever he thinks what his audience wants, even if he'll turn around and do the exact opposite. As such he always seems friendly and affable, even to the point that it seems saccharine and insincere. When he gets comfortable around people, he turns into a rude, cynical, and sarcastic person who reacts explosively to stress and adverse situations.

Background: Born during the Great War, Steven grew up in a Hungary in ruins, a Hungary where fascism was put in power by international mandate. The ever-present shadow of the White Terror led to a life of constant acting, pretending to be perfectly in line with the regime while harboring the desire for its destruction. As a young man, he joined one of the Horthy Levante organizations and became schooled in the art of war, as well as how to be a model soldier for fascist officers. Somehow, somewhere the Assassins found him and brought him into the organization, giving him the tools to move amongst the army while sewing chaos. Since Hungary joined the Axis he has been moving regularly, sabotaging their operations and leaving someone else holding the bag.

Accepted!

 

[Ryumit]

I will have mine finished tomorrow morning (GMT). Work has been manic but got a few days off

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Hey man, it's alright! Don't fret?

 

[Esme Levesque]

(Not sure whether I can?? Sorry newbie but yee)

Note: I might change a few things here and there-

Descendent Sheet:
Name: Dakota Caldecott

Rank: Soldier

Age: 23

Nationality: Irish

Place of Birth: Galway, Ireland

Equipment: A hidden blade, which the blade can swing down and become like a dagger for the user
swiss army knife
a ring which juts out a spike when twisted
a small backpack over her shoulders
a small 9mm pistol (but Eugene never allows her to use it and he takes it from her)
a simple first aid kits

(Like a survival freak kid)










Appearance: Tanned skin, sea-blue eyes and brown hair. She wears a red hoodie and normally jeans. Her height is about 5'4", she is of petite figure.







Personality: She is very mischievous, mind your stuff and surroundings everywhere. She can sneak up on you, tackle you without you even hearing anything. In comparison to a wolf pup, I am sure she is worse. She is sarcastic, smug and stubborn. Sarcasm is her way of life. She always has a small smug smirk. Normally she is good natured, but when provoked, she can be either very cool headed or irritated. She can be colder than ice if she wishes to, but she only saves that for severe times. She is a stubborn girl, refusing to stop even if she is injured, and refusing to let go of anything that is dear to her, no matter how old.

Background: Both parents passed away when she was six years old. She spent two years for her neighbor, who she just calls 'Terry'. His son works in a pub down the street and he used to be a sailor back when he was younger. From being around that kind of atmosphere, she learns knots and ropes from sailors that pass by Galway, some songs and shanties (which in this case is from AC 4, from Edward Kenway and all). She was called to go to America when she was nine with her cousins' family. She currently resides in Manhattan, with Annora and Alois Schmidt and their adoptive father, Eugene. The entire family has the blood of Assassin's in their veins. Eugene is a mentor, and is teaching Dakota.

She thinks of her ancestor, Esme Levesque, highly, using her motto as her own, "Grace the Creed you live by.". She has no hate for Templars, but hate for their cruel ways and methods of achieving their goal.


Ancestor Sheet: (The Most Important One)
Name: Esme Levesque ["Grace the Creed you live by."]

Rank: Master Assassin

Age: 30 (When she died) [1731-1761]

Nationality: French/English

Place of Birth: England

Equipment: She has two hidden blades
a flintlock pistol
two daggers
a rapier

Appearance: she has icy green eyes from her father, light brown hair, fair skin. She has a scar down her right eye from an accident. She is about 5'5" (Clothes are below at the pictures-)



Personality: She is loyal, stubborn, also vivacious. She is sarcastic (Sarcasm is her language), cold in front of enemies. She is very mischievous, for she has set up many pranks around the Homestead. She is short tempered, often losing her cool when she feels provoked. She is mature, considering her childish nature at times. She grounded her morals well, isn't afraid to even facing and sparring the Grandmaster, ambitious when she was young. She made a firm decision, one that not even adults could make at a young age. She never backed out, even when she faced hardships.

Background: Her father, Antonio Levesque, was close with Haytham Kenway, but he was an Assassin. They were closer than brothers, yet the different sides pulled them apart. He later married Jeanne Fortier and the both had Esme. She learned German, Italian and French from her father, learning Scottish and Irish Gaelic and English from her mother. She knew Liam O'Brien as both families were close friends. Her father also had roots from Ireland and such, they often sang Gaelic folk songs and some shanties for her. She started training as an Assassin with her father at the age of four. By aged nine, she could handle a sword and bows well. The two families knew Achilles Daveport well, as part of the Brotherhood.

She faced the loss of her parents at aged nine when Kenway killed both parents. He spared her, however, as he was christened godfather to her even though Antonio and him had severed ties. She went to the Homestead, where she reunited with Liam and met Shay Cormac. Both became close friends at that time, spending every second together. She did face the risk of many public executions, and all of them were saved by her best friend, who was slowly turning into someone more than just a friend. She did have feelings for Shay, but she did not have the chance to tell him for he became a Templar. She was present at the Temple when Shay and Haytham (who did recognize her) confronted them (Achilles, Liam and herself).

A year after which she was confronted by Haytham at her own childhood house, and was stabbed. She later died in the arms of Shay.

She had a Biography that her father recorded parts for her, sometimes she wrote it like a diary. After she passes, a close relative finishes it, after which is it published to show the world. It is considered an entertaining piece of literature for normal people at present day, but has historical value to both Templar Order and Assassin Brotherhood.

"Je'taime, Esme Lévesque. Remember, never to die by another's hand."

" Je'taime, je'taime, Papa! Just don't leave me!"

((owo I'm sorry if this isn't the way, because I'm not too sure??)

 

[The Assassin Master]

Descendent Sheet:
Name: Tyler Frye

Rank: Spy

Age: 20

Nationality: fench/american

Place of Birth: Philadelphia Pennsylvania

Equipment:
Blowgun(pistol style)
Cane sword
hidden blade(dual-pronged blade)
FB-45 liberator
Appearance:

Personality: gentlemen like, kind, nice, smart, a fast thinker, patient, always lets a lady go through first, a history buff, always wanting to make things stealthy, always plans first, doesn't like when other people order him around, master assassin(or General) or not

Background: Tyler was born in PA, and learning about history made want to join the army, his father, an American, a soldier when he was young, and his mother, a French woman, tyler both inherited his parents. When Tyler was about 10, he had a friend, her name was Joanna, she was around his age, but, they had a love interest between history, the two went to the library, they were near the street, and a mugger caught them both and took them, hostage, it was a civilly a large crisis, but in the end, joanna was shot in the chest, tyler was scarred for the rest of his life.

After john turned 18, he had found the brotherhood, and he made the oath of the assassin, then, the war of world war 2 began, and he trained to want to become a spy for the Americans, his day came and became the spy. Secretly he took out any known templars, hatting each and every bad there was, he kept a lot of anger inside, and tried not to let it out, but keeping it to himself, it all lead him to where he is now

[/QUOTE] "Sometimes when you let your enemies live, they'll make you regret it" . "Sometimes the bad way is the only way" . "to you, you may be on person in a world, but someone else thinks you are the world to them"

(I hope this is enough, I'm sorry if I missed anything!)