[i]'Holy crap,'[/i] thought Jonny, in a language that was evidently Egyptian, as he was transported along with everyone else into the Animus. Though he could speak and understand Egyptian, he could not read the hieroglyphs. Strange. He noted a change of skin tone, as it was now much darker, and found that he was wearing a blue, hooded robe. At his hip was what he identified as a scimitar, appearing to have been custom made. Was his ancestor rich?

The memories that were flowing into his head seemed to imply otherwise. His name was Assim. He was born to a peasant family, and helped out on the family farm regularly due to his father's declining health. When his mother died, she passed onto him the deadly weapon that was now held at his hip. She told him to seek training, to join an order of sorts. He did as she wished. He now knew how to fight, how to climb, how to kill.

He was an Assassin.