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Name: Daniel Douglas Reynolds

Age: 19

Weapon of Choice: Musket

Rank: Initiate

Appearance (Pics or Description): Daniel Douglas Reynolds has dark brown short cropped hair, messily swept to the side. His sharp green eyes dwarf his otherwise normal nose. His fair skin is tanned from hours out in the sun. His mouth is a pale pink, and thinly lined. His cheek-bones and chin are thoroughly pronounced, with his cheeks receding to his features. A small scar outlines the far-left side of his chin.

Personality: Daniel has a somber attitude. Most those who know him know for his reflective look and insatiable curiosity. His guarded attitude belies a tender heart. He follows orders to the letter, and struggles with the guilt of failing his given directive. Focused, and calculating, he serves the Assassins as though it were his own family. Daniel is not too fond of incurring death, and as such he tries to avoid thinking too much about his actions on the field, choosing to instead to occupy his time immersing himself into the nature that surrounds him on his travels.

Squad: Squad 3 - Rangers

Other: A small arming sword is strapped to the right of his belt (as Daniel is left-handed). A small hunting knife rests on his left thigh.

Assassin Out of Animus CS-

Name: James Meade Sullivan

Age: 27

Relation to Assassin: recently recruited (less than four years ago). A distant family member through his mother’s side brought him into the order, though James does not remember nor recall who the woman who approached him was, as she is not in any family photo (though she knew more about him than he’d have liked to.)

Appearance: James has a middle-eastern skin tone, and has short hair on the sides of his head, but on his crown he has long hair jutting upwards like a cliff-face. Merry eyes and a faint trace of crow’s feet can be seen in his face. James has a short beard, mostly unkempt, yet still retaining some semblance of decency. His nose is also prominent feature of his face, which is slighly misshapen due to it being broken in recent history. Around his mouth there are laugh-lines surrounding his lips. His right ear is pierced and sports a small trinket passed down from a family member.

Personality: James used to be very cheery and trusting person. He has always been very empathetic and pious when time permitted him in between his then jobs. James has an affluent past due to his parents’ love and devotion that drove them to give their kids the best chance possible. Being so, James resorted to becoming close friends with people around him, trusting to the point of fault. It is perhaps for this reason his parents never mentioned any previous affiliations nor fringe family members; to protect James. As a result James has since found himself conflicted when he met the mysterious woman who brought him to the assassins. James had never considered ill of his parents, and the events four years ago have left him in a precarious situation internally. Finding himself struggling to open up to people as he once used to.

Other: James is right-handed. Allergic to peanuts.

Name: Emile Ciel
Gender: Male
Age: 17
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Build: Well built and quite strong, though not apparently muscular or large.
Height: 1.78m
Weight: 59 kg
Personality: Emile appears to be a rather warm and kind boy. One might even call him naïve. Though once you get to know him, your opinion on him would change rather quickly.
At first sight, he’s a somewhat sympathetic kid who likes to make stupid jokes. While this impression isn’t really the result of an ‘act’. His training doesn’t allow this to be all he is. He can take a life without much difficulty after making up his mind about whether or not it’s necessary.
He’s somewhat of a bookworm. Well… was. Whenever he was at home, which was usually the case, and wasn’t training, he would either read, draw or play the one game he loved: chess.
Since he spent his childhood without a variety of friends, he wasn’t really able to develop social skills he would need to bond with his peers, which is why he can sometimes come off as a little awkward.
Background: To understand how Emile is where he is right now, we have to go back about 20 years, around 1994. The setting is Greenland, a beautiful yet cold night in the northern area with the skies painted in various colours by the aurora lights dancing slowly among the stars. In the somewhat vacant snowy area, a young, well built man marched through the unwelcoming weather. There was a river flowing just next to him, leading to a small icy cavern. The young man’s glittering eyes locked on the entrance, freezing for a moment. Freeing himself from the trance, he rushed forward, skidding down the ice and roughly landing on the side of the river and over to the entrance. After observing it for a bit, he lowered the muffler around his mouth, revealing his visible breath in front of his scrawny beard. The man crept in. After several minutes, a more feminine figure appeared, dressed equally well-prepared to counter the harsh conditions. She walked in as well, to be greeted by an enormous cavity with walls of ice leading down. There were stairs leading down, seemingly quite slippery. The woman took a step forward, a leap of faith if you will, and pressed her foot on the first step. Now the other leg. Again and again… The stairs weren’t ‘slippery’, somehow. It was hard as a glacier yet dry as rock. After the woman made her way to the bottom, she saw the man walking through a tunnel and away from the ground below. She cautiously followed him. Once she was out of the tunnel, she felt a gun held to her head and a question she wouldn’t really like to hear. Her job was supposed to be simple: follow the assassin, kill him and find the artifact. That wasn’t going to work now, of course… She identified herself as an assassin undercover sent to help him. Somehow, the gullible fool bought it.
Later on that night, both of them would learn that the artifact wasn’t in its place anymore. As they were returning to the exit, they found themselves lost, the paths they’d used to come there now gone. Struggling to get out in the freezing cold, the two got to know one another and would later share the same last name. Before long, Emile, the couple’s son was born. Emile’s father, Ian, betrayed the assassins without much delay, siding with his wife and the Templars, leaking information to them.
This is where Emile’s story begins. He spent his childhood mostly in his family’s house in York, only leaving to go to lessons or to ‘play’ outside. From the very start of his life, he was integrated into the culture of the Templars. An old and aged Templar took over his education for quite some time, teaching him the traditions of the Templars and their relationship with the assassins as well as several languages and about the history of the world. Somewhat symbolically, he was even trained in fencing and martial arts. Even with all of this, he’d have lots of time to run around and climb trees.
He’d always been skeptical of the ways of the Templars. Though he understood why they did what they did, he didn’t really like that he’d have to become one at a certain point. Still, he was interested in their dealings, though he wasn’t really allowed to join their meetings, so he started to find his own way to listen in. Once every year when the Templars would meet, he would climb to the attic just above the room over the roof and through a window. On his third time, when he was 14, he found some old tools in the dusty room. Some sort of a mechanism… Something he’d learned about… Though it couldn’t be that. That was an Assassin’s weapon, not a Templar’s. He dug into the box he’d found it in more, finding another with a small gun hidden instead of a blade. With the noise coming from the floor above, the traitor halted the meeting by excusing himself to see what was going on. As the man crept up the stairs, the boy’s ears twitched. Panicking, Emile dashed out through the window through which he’d come in. The same morning, he went back in, hoping to find something to explain what he’d found. Instead, he found his father waiting to see the culprit return. The boy didn’t notice him until he was already running his hands through the items. The cold and unexpecting voice came from behind. "So you were the one..."
Emile rushed his hand into the gauntlet with the hidden gun, quickly turning around and holding it up to his father, who was standing across the room. They had a long silent conversation before finally some voice came. A bullet left the gun, producing a small yet ear picking sound. The bullet pierced the man’s knee and before he could turn back to his son, the boy had disappeared.
Skills and Talents: Eagle Vision | Hand-to-Hand Combat | Acrobatics | Multilingual - German, English, French, Turkish | Chess | Drawing
Equipment: Hidden Blade - Usable as knife | Hidden Pistol | Earphone | Cell Phone | Pen and Notebook | Bag strapped across from his shoulder down to his hip on his back.
Relation to Assassins: The father, by blood, is an assassin but after having met his wife’s wife, who is a templar, he became a turncloak, leaving the Creed behind, as well as his allies.
Other: HAHA! Nice try. Read the rules.

Name: Luca Antoine Céleste
Age: 17
Weapon of Choice: Short swords, concealed gun that functions like a hidden blade and sometimes none at all.
Rank: Initiate
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Height 1.79 m
Weight 59 kg
Build Well built and toned, though not muscular. Quite flexible.
Personality: Luca is a somewhat dull young boy. He doesn’t tend to speak unless spoken to, of course with a few exceptions. He’s a sharp and perceptive brat, sometimes getting on people’s nerves by sounding like a smartass, though his visage never gives off any emotion that would suggest he was looking down on anyone.
Squad: Navigator
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Luca has a weak French accent, slowly fading into a more American one.

He speaks three languages, the implied French and English, and Turkish, learned in the Ottoman Empire.

The two things he’d say that he loves are "reading" and "playing chess".

Templar in Animus-

Name: Brigadier General Patrick Kelly
Age (15+):34
Weapon of Choice:Kentucky Rifle
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Personality:Patrick Is a happy go lucky man fully believing in the ability of his new found homeland to fight the Union Tyrants He is almost always in good humor even in the darkest times. On the battle field he leads his men with unflinching courage even edging the men to stike up a song as they march into battle. Personally he perfers not to face the enemy head on believing a direct charge usually ends in horrid uneeded losses and much perfers to use his men as skirmishers constantly harassing enemy lines with well aimed fire. He has a strong sense of honor and loyalty to his homeland and the confederacey's cause believing it is needed to keep the world in balance and having the US remain whole is much too dangerous especially if it were to get caught in european affairs.
Other:He keeps a shillelagh with a large metal head at his side at all times occassionally using it as a cane and always willing to bash in the head of a insubordinate solider or disrespectful Officer.

Name:Seamus Kelly
Age (15+):28
Relation to Templar: His family has been in the templars as far as he can remember. His line was famed for being that line of saint patrick bringing catholicism and the interests of the templars to Ireland.
Appearanxe: Seamus is a pale skinned and red haired he wears his hair shaggy and has a dark orange scuff as his beard. he is athleticlly built with freckles dotting his face.
Personality: Seamus much like his ancestor Patrick is always in good humor always able and willing to crack a joke even in the direst straights but unlike his ancestor he is much more serious when it comes to his job, often going from a fun loving mood to a dark and serious tone when his business becomes appearent. he believes that the cause of the templars is to acheive justice and equal protection not matter the cost. he loathes lying but sees it as a nessecary evil in his line of work and breaking the law in this case if for the common good of one day achieving justice for everyone.
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Name: James Oletho

Age : 22

Weapon of Choice: Hidden Blades, Light Calvary Saber

Rank: Recruit

Appearance:James is a tall, African American, with coffee bean-brown skin and a closely-shaven head and has an athletic build from he hard work on the plantation. He has dark brown eyes and many scars that are all around his body from his years of beating.

Personality: James is very protective of his family and friends, and would do anything to ensure their safety. He tends to be a gentleman because of the way his dad had raised him, and is usually thinking of how to solve their next problem. He has a deep routed hatred for the Confederates because of the cruel things they did to his family.

Squad: Shadows

Other: Southern Accent

Name: Jaquariaus Stone

Age : 19

Relation to Assassin: He is directly related to James on his mother's side of the family.

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Personality: has a crazy but kind sense of humor. Sometimes, his jokes are hurtful but he doesn't mean it that way. He get's defensive over sore spots but is all very loyal and trustworthy towards his friends. He feels like he's the seventh wheel in the group, because everyone else has a couple and everyone has friends and he's left out. His sarcasm is hilarious and everything about him is comical and funny. He can be serious when he wants to, especially when people threaten things he loves.