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Charles Lee:

Colonel Monro:

Declan Finnegan:

Haytham Kenway:

John Pitcairn:

Jack Weeks:

Christopher Gist:

Shay Patrick Cormac:

Abagail Hornigold:

        After it happened, so many thoughts ran through the assassin’s mind. Duty, friendship, and more - much more. The more was the most prevalent on his mind. A certain mist, fog kept moving about the Homestead, he was not sure what was causing it. While the others had walked away, Liam tried to hold it together. He did hold it together, for a quick discussion, but after that - not so much. “I never got ta’ say goodbye...” he muttered, finally alone in the woods. With that, he fell to his knees and let his hands pulse against his features. His voice, fractured in anything he tried to say to himself. The man he loved, the one his heart soared for. Even through the tears, he stood, trying to go look. With his looking, mist and fog continued to surround him. At one moment he thought he saw him, crying out for him and suddenly it vanished. 

          ❝Perish.❞

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“hm, sorry. i don’t consort with templars.”

Ever since he'd been a young boy, Arno had greatly admired his father. Of course, the man was human and likely had many flaws, both as a citizen and an assassin, but Arno hadn't had the pleasure of his father's company since he'd been a child that day at the Versailles palace where his father had been stabbed to death.

Years went by where he was taken in by the de la Serre family, learning very little of his own family history in the meantime. Monsier de la Serre had known his father, that much he'd deduced, but his questions were frequently rebuffed, redirected or ignored, thus going unanswered despite the lad's thirst for knowledge.

Was it then so surprising that, between his own innate mischievous nature and Elise's, he became something of a delinquent? Always getting into trouble, playing by no one else's rules but his own…

That was a trait that followed him into the brotherhood and subsequently had him expelled from it. For all that the Assassins valued freedom, they certainly had a well defined structure and hierarchy…

But then, knowledge about potential ties to his father had been what led him to them in the first place, coupled with Elise's shunning after her father's death. That Bellec claimed to have known him, that his father had been an assassin, meant he could perhaps finally discover more about the man.

Although Bellec too had disappointed, being more interested in training and instilling a hatred for Templars than to regale Arno with any tales. The trend continued, and Arno ended up clinging to the one constant in his life he knew he could trust, despite their estrangement.

“We have Shay the cabbage.”

(shield your ears Giovanni! Also Federico and Ezio pls thx)

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                Irresponsible Benders had never been Élise’ way of coping with pain, she needed order and plans and a solution when the world crumbled around her. Drinking yourself stupid had been Arno’s way. And in his absence the redhead found that she could not find a purpose or a course worth fighting for. and so in honor of his memory, she had reached for a bottle, seeking what no one could ever hope to find in the dark stained glass: reason 

                Seeing the Templar standing above her. she cannot help but see though his eyes, oh how pathetic she must look, even to an Irishman. a woman deep in her cups was an unappealing sight. she was a wounded soldier, who had laid down and waited for death to claim her. Having a witness was too much. and the girl who never cries, released a sob. she lets Shay wrap his arms around her. and help her off the filthy cobble street.