aladdin

height — 5'8" eye colour — brown hair colour — black age — 24 years old occupation / title — street rat species — human

biography

An orphan grown on the streets of Agrabah, a desert city that thrives yet nevertheless doesn't exactly make it easy to leave with miles of desert between there and the next sign of life. As a child on his own, the only thing that ever truly mattered was survival, regardless of what others said or thought about him, or even the dangers he put himself in from a young age to ensure he had something to eat.

Now grown up he's still considered the troublemaker of the streets, stealing his daily living and escaping guards day in and day out if he gets spotted. A quick mind and even quicker wit, he usually manages to somehow get away, with his companion monkey's help if needed. Though Abu takes after him with his interest in all things shiny that put them in just as much trouble as the monkey gets them out of.

Despite his struggles, he keeps a positive outlook on life, knowing that there's more out there but ultimately satisfied with what he has and curious to see what the future will bring. Just be sure to mind your pockets around him.

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jafar

height — 6'4" eye colour — brown hair colour — black age — 37 years old occupation / title — royal vizier to the sultan species — human

biography

Note: mixed influence between the original movie and the live action remake

Royal vizier to the Sultan, a prestigious position he had fought long and hard to obtain, doing whatever was necessary to achieve such a standing and then taking precautions to ensure he would not be ousted by another as ambitious as he.

Jafar has always strived for excellence, regardless of his origins and upbringing he had always known he was meant for more, capable of great things. Learning about his aptitude for magic made that all the more abundantly clear. He dedicated himself to his studies whenever possible, not caring for how he obtained the means to do so. He became proficient in his chosen magic field, in politics and other skills required for one who worked in a court.

Leaving his home had been one of the best things he could have ever done, especially since he had nearly lost his life there. Agrabah was far more agreeable, especially considering it was unfamiliar with him. Not for long though. Indeed it didn't take him as long as he had expected to work his way up into the Sultan's court. He had been thrilled when he managed it, eager above all else to be second only to the Sultan, to be he who would influence the course of history!

Or so he had thought. The Sultan was a blubbering idiot not worthy of respect and he had no heirs that he would otherwise be inclined to guide and sponsor. Damn that man, honestly. With only a daughter and never remarrying, he had left the throne weak. Once the princess was married off to some other prince, his chances would weaken considerably, for any foreign royalty would seek to use Agrabah to further their own nation first and foremost. He would not be trusted then…

That was the only reason he had offered his own hand for the princess to marry, despite disliking the wilful girl quite a bit. She was brash, self-important and had no concept of the world behind the walls of her gilded cage. She was a foolish child and could it have been avoided he would readily have withheld his offer.

Not that it mattered, when she blatantly rejected him and the Sultan had the gall to allow such disrespect. At that point, with fool after fool coming to praise and court the girl, he was beginning to run incredibly short on options. Agrabah would crumble without him, and having put so much time into this place he could not afford for it all to fall apart.

Finally, he had obtained both halves of the scarab. Too much time had already been lost, but with this he could fix everything. There would be no more opposition, no more foolish Sultans and impertinent princesses to stand in his way.

Ruling openly had never really appealed to him, preferring to work from the shadows, but if needs must… Nothing and no one shall be allowed to stand in his way.

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Verse — diamond in the rough

height — 5'7" eye colour — brown hair colour — black age — 19 years old occupation / title — street rat | escort species — human

A youth with nothing but the clothes on his back on the streets of Shirabad is not someone who is particularly safe. Though its royalty is fair and wealthier than all, its people live in its mirror image. Opposites, cast into the shadows not to be seen or heard.

A splendorous city on the edge of the water is seen by many as a haven, but for the poorer who live there it is a nightmare come to life. The climate may be agreeable and the business lively, but having nothing appears almost a punishable offence. Beware to those who appear to have nothing, for they shall not be welcome here.

Jafar was one such person as a child, left abandoned because he was the oldest, he should be able to survive, and really one less mouth to feed would surely aid the family. You understand, don't you Jafar? This is for the best.

He seethed every time the memory of his mother's voice intruded upon his waking mind, so soft and gentle and yet… Well, no matter. He had vowed he would come out of this on top and so he would! To hell with them all.

But a child with nothing had very little options lest a noble took a liking to you, and in the meantime he needed to eat. Thievery was thus part of his daily routine, but so was aiding the lost nobles to whom the maze of streets in Shirabad was disorienting. He took advantage of them, took what he could without being noticed and relished in being paid for his service on top of it all.

That was when the thirst for more began. He could influence people, that was a power he intended to grow. In the meantime he would survive here, in this hostile place where only the rich survive, and claw his way to the top regardless of whether he needs to steal, lie or even sell himself in order to achieve those goals.

He got caught while still practicing his skills, too young to be executed or maimed, but not too much so that he couldn't be imprisoned and whipped. His hatred for Shirabad grew in the five years he was imprisoned there. Upon his release, the hopefulness he had carried as a child had vanished. Sixteen years old, that was when he was freed from his personal hell.

For the next several he went back to his usual work, now older and more fit, in perfect shape for whatever he needed to do in order to escape. From there, his next step would be securing funds and an escape route. There was mention of a regular caravan leaving for Agrabah. It would take time before he could sneak aboard or pay his way in, but until then…

The devil child of the streets of Shirabad would continue to leave his mark.

Verse — itty bitty living space

height — variable eye colour — brown hair colour — black age — 34 years old species — genie

Well, one would suppose he had gotten what he wanted…

Jafar scoffed silently to himself, feeling cramped if not somewhat claustrophobic inside the confines of his new cage, an artefact of his own making, goaded by the mere children who had used his own frustration against him.

Everything had gone so very wrong. Forcing the Sultan and the princess to do his bidding, stripping the sultan of his title, becoming a more powerful mage… He had known better, damn it all. He did know better, and yet here he was, trapped for eternity. He doesn't mind the magic or the immortality, but his inability to influence anyone is sorely frustrating.

Part of him knows what had gone wrong though. Too eager upon capturing the genie whose loyalty was to another, too unstable by the influx of magical power not his own… Magic had a way of making you want to use it, he knew this, but the sudden influx of power had made it near impossible to control and he who had thus far been a truly formidable opponent had been reduced to this in a day by mere children.

It is frustrating, but no longer the eruption of rage it had been while he was still getting used to his new powers. Genies truly were fascinating, even if his only subject is himself. He is finally clear-headed enough to reset his priorities and focus on what is important. No matter how long it takes, he will be patient for this.

One day he will be free from the cave of wonders and a human will pick him up. No matter how many of them it takes, he will use the cunning that has allowed him to survive thus far, and charm the humans who think to own him until one of them finally frees him. The lesser powers of a freed genie are still worth it, considering he can have all the power he wishes right now, yet unable to use even a drop of it without a 'master' to order him about.

Agrabah would no longer be his concern. He is immortal now after all, and nothing can take that away from him. He need not be concerned with the passing of time, that death would soon come for him. Eternity is his ally, and there will be more kingdoms to guide beyond the desert. With that boy and the princess at the helm of the kingdom, he is certain Agrabah will not live much longer anyway. Let them have their prize, and may they be buried in it.

iago

eye colour — brown feather colour — red occupation / title — annoyance species — parrot

biography

A rather ordinary parrot, all in all. That is, until a certain youth takes an interest in the somewhat foul-mouthed animal that has spent quite some time at the vendor's stall, not catching any noble's attention.

Iago had not really cared for much more than food and insults until the budding mage decided to purchase him, an impulse that seemed contradictory to the other's otherwise wholly rational composure.

Over time, the parrot's senses developed, the magic the other used and let off being absorbed into the bird until he could communicate properly and even reason through more than his basic needs and instincts. He began to understand human interactions, and feed quips to his master's enemies.

In the end, they grew rather close, and finally the day came to leave Shirabad behind. Iago found himself rather excited to visit new places, firmly clamped onto the young man's shoulder, the person he had decided he would follow for the rest of his life.

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rin okumura

height — 5'6" eye colour — blue hair colour — black age — 16 years old occupation / title — exorcist species — half demon

biography

-lowkey procrastinating-

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verse — i am my father's son

height — 5'6" eye colour — blue hair colour — black age — 16 years old occupation / title — prince of gehenna species — half demon

-lowkey procrastinating-

nagumo hajime

height — 5'7" eye colour — red hair colour — white age — 17 years old occupation / title — synergist species — human | beast

biography

Formerly a rather average student, Nagumo and the rest of his class were summoned to another world, where they were called upon by the kingdom and the church to fight against humanity's enemies, supposedly being summoned by that world's god Ehit, and not having a way back until the god deems it so.

Each one of them gains status plates to display their skills and stats, and everyone is rather excited once they follow their class leader's determination to help out.

Despite being useless as ever, with the lowest stats of the entire class and a skill more suited to crafting than battle, Nagumo still joins everyone else as they try to fight their way through the local labyrinth in order to train and get stronger.

An incident causes them to be teleported to a much lower level than they should be able to handle, with a large behemoth as their opponent. Forced to withdraw as the beast is too strong for them, Nagumo uses his synergy to trap the beast in place long enough for everyone to retreat.

With the others safe and ready to cover his retreat, he makes a run for it when suddenly one of the attacks deviates and shoots straight for him, blowing him off the bridge and into the abyss, much lower into the dungeon still.

Alone and scared, there isn't much he can do. he can't fight and even the smallest creatures here are deadly to him. When a monster claws off his arm and eats it, the fear and the pain has him using his power to dig a tunnel as deep as his strength will carry him, trying to escape the monster.

Within that tunnel lies a gem that drips a special water. Slowly it heals him, but he remains weak for a while longer, until he becomes able to use the materials around him to his advantage and kills his first monster. Starving and in bad shape, he chooses to eat it despite how utterly disgusting the meat is, using the restorative water to wash it down.

The result of that causes quite a shock to his body. Without the restorative water he would undoubtedly have died. But upon waking, he finds his black hair turned white, and his eyes red. He feels stronger though, more alive than ever, and checking his status plate, he realises that not only have his stats gone up, but he has also gained the monster's skills.

Now equipped with a sure-fire way to gets stronger, Hajime takes his revenge upon the monster that took his arm and defeats it, claiming the spoils for himself. This is how he makes his way through the dungeon the only way he seems to be able to: down.

There he finds a vampire girl trapped in a room and despite his bitterness and better judgement finds himself sympathising with her. Both have been betrayed by those close to them, and so they choose to fight together to get out of there.

After several near death experiences, they finally make it to the end of the dungeon, where they learn more about the truth of the world and gain a new power left behind by the creator of the Orcus labyrinth. Much time is spent in the inner sanctum, which is safe and has many resources they can use to get stronger.

It is there that Hajime crafts himself a new arm to replace the one the monster ate, alongside a useful prosthetic for his eye lost in a previous battle against the final guardian of the dungeon, and several accessories for both himself and his companion. Vehicles are also on that list, aiming for practicality and putting his crafting skills to very good use.

Now with his trusty guns and the vampire Yue by his side, they leave the dungeon, ready to keep going and conquer the other labyrinths in order to discover a way to return to the world he came from, intent on taking Yue with him.

Many adventures lie ahead.

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yue

height — 4'5" eye colour — red hair colour — blonde age — 323 years old occupation / title — divine priestess species — vampire

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Once a powerful vampire queen, she was betrayed by those she considered family but coveted her throne. Unable to kill her, for her unique regenerative skill healed her before she could die, she was sealed in a dark chamber near the bottom of the Orcus labyrinth, imprisoned in a dark substance that kept her weak and bound for all eternity.

Or it would have, if 300 years later, a strange young man with white hair and red eyes had not entered her chamber. He dripped of distrust and barely contained anger, but there was something about him. Well, even if he quite nearly left her there. But something she said seemed to persuade him to change his mind, and he freed her readily afterward, helping her defeat the giant scorpion monster that had been lurking above to make sure she never got out. Indeed if she had to fight that thing alone in her weakened state, she wouldn't have managed it.

But he was amazing, using strange weapons that seemed to shoot metal from their tips and caused incredible damage despite the strong carapace, and he seemed determined to protect her. Not wanting to be left behind, she drank some of his blood and unleashed her own magic against the monster, taking it down together.

Wanting to put all those horrible things from her past behind her, when he asked what her name was she shook her head, asking him to name her instead. She would no longer be that person. Instead he called her Yue, named after the moon in his world. Somehow, that made her really happy.

The battles to come were tough, but they grew rather close despite his inability to properly deal with social cues from women, and when they finally made it to the end and spent several months at the heart of the labyrinth where they were safe, she relished in the closeness that developed between them. They belonged to each other, and they would make it out of this together.

He had even promised he would take her to his old world, something she was thrilled about regardless of what he said of the place, because she didn't want to live in a world where her Hajime was not beside her.

In the days and months to come after they finally leave the labyrinth behind, she finds herself contending with not one but multiple women vying for her lover's attention. Well, even though she's fierce in defending her territory, she doesn't mind Shea or Tio so much. Maybe she'll even allow it sometime, as a reward for good behaviour.

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shea haulia

height — 5'2" eye colour — blue hair colour — pale blue age — 16 years old occupation / title — diviner species — rabbitman

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Shunned by all but her clan for her ability to directly manipulate mana the way monsters do, she and her family attempt to find a new safe place to live, chased out of the forest they normally call home. Being a peaceful people, they don't know how to hunt and can't bring themselves to harm even the smallest animal.

Her family shortly ran into trouble with the humans near the Reisen Gorge, a good few of their number being captured as slaves while the rest of them tried to scatter and hide. Shea did as well, but instead of away, she headed for the canyon. After all, there was something different about her beyond her ability to control mana directly. Her unique skill allowed her to see the future. Usually that was a sort of premonition, but it could also be more intense than that sometimes.

She had seen a future where things turned out alright and was determined to find it! That future was here, in the Reisen Gorge, and she wouldn't let it slip through her fingers! That said, the otherwise elegant-looking bunny was about as useless as the rest of her people beyond her unique skill, and so was easy prey for the many monsters living in the gorge.

That was when she met them. Hajime and Yue, the people she had seen in her vision. Getting them to help her was surprisingly difficult, but somehow she managed, and even promised them to guide them through the mists in the forest toward the Labyrinth hidden there.

On the way she grew somewhat attached to her new friends, if you could call them that, and even got to train with Yue and display her determination to stick with them for a better future, while Hajime trained her family up to be able to defend themselves. Ah, but maybe they'd become a little too scary suddenly??

Well, at least she could be at ease with the knowledge that they should be fine. Hajime even crafted this wonderful hammer for her, and together they travelled through the gorge in search of the other Labyrinths. Go figure she'd stumble right on it when hiding by a crevice to, ahem, do her business.

Turns out Miledi Reisen was really, really annoying!! Well, even so, with the others helping her she managed to get through the labyrinth somehow. Magic wasn't of much use here and her own skills were far more physical, she had a lot of strength after all, so smashing things with her hammer was ideal even if she still had a lot to learn.

And so she became one of their definitive party members, after such a terrifying experience that was quite a relief. But she'd gotten stronger, even got one of the God's Age magics for it, even though her aptitude with it was really low…

Now all that was left was to prove to Hajime what a good partner she was! Even if Yue had gotten there first, surely she had far more impressive qualities than that flat girl! If only he'd notice her properly instead of going off into his own world with Yue all the time. Ah well, she wasn't going to give up that easily!!

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myu

height — 3'3" eye colour — sea green hair colour — blue age — 4 years old occupation / title — daughter species — merfolk

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One of the merfolk living in Erisen with her mother, Myu had been out swimming with her when they had been taken by surprise. Humans had come and she had been separated from her mother and taken on a scary voyage. Lots of mean looking people watched over her coldly, she and many other young demi-human children.

Even though nothing really made sense and she was scared, she knew those people were bad. Once they made it to the destination she'd heard water, and in a burst of fearful hope had burst free from her captors and dove in. Exhausted and weakened, the current knocked her about and she drifted without any strength left, to be found by…

When she opened her eyes there were two people there, a strange man with white hair and red eyes who looked scary but didn't feel mean somehow, and a young woman with long blue hair and bunny ears. Both of them seemed to dote on her, and afraid of being left with the evil people who had stolen her before, she clung to them fiercely.

Big brother and big sis were what she initially called them, the strange couple who had found her but were so tender with her, even gave her clean clothes and helped her clean up. When her new big brother protested being called that, trying to insist she used his name instead, Myu decided she liked something else better. He had protected her, after all, that meant he was special!

"Papa!" His bewilderment and subsequent useless protests were amusing, and she refused to call him anything else! He was her papa, he wouldn't abandon her, she was sure of it! Except, in order to get her home, he left her with the city guards. Naturally, Myu cried her little heart out but still got left behind. Then a big boom happened, and there was smoke everywhere and before she knew it the evil men were back.

A little later she had been chained and pushed into a tank, depressedly wondering if her papa had abandoned her after all, trying to ignore the greedy eyes of the masked people in the crowd and cringing away from the scary man on stage with her, yelling at her to swim.

Before she knew what happened, she was broken out of her bowl and gasped in surprise, her papa had come for her! Somehow he used his incredible strength and took care of all the evil people in the city for her, showing her a kind of scary thing he called a 'firework', as several places in the city went boom and smoke and flames rose up into the sky. She didn't really like it, but she was with her papa and they were safe, that was all that mattered.

In the end, her papa promised to take her home himself, and so she got to stay with him, confusedly watching the dynamics between all the women around him. Yue-nee, Shea-nee, Tio-nee and Kaori-nee were all rather strange people sometimes, but they were fin and they cared about her so that was okay! Even if she hated it when they fought.

With her papa's amazing carriage that was cool even in the desert, she was sure they'd make it to Erisen in no time, and she could introduce papa to her mama and everything would be perfect!

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yaegashi shizuku

height — 5'6" eye colour — pink hair colour — black age — 17 years old occupation / title — swordmaster species — human

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Shizuku was perhaps the only one of their class with any real fighting experience, beside Kouki and his best friend Ryutarou anyway, as she had grown up learning her family's Yaegashi Sword Style at their dojo. Incidentally this was where she had met Kouki, as he had trained there as well.

She's a rather rational sort of girl who is good at interpreting how people feel and what their intentions are and is very supportive toward her friends, especially Kaori who is her best friend. Even so she'd really like to give Kouki a reality check someday, despite knowing doing so would be a waste of time and energy, he's just that dense. As a result of having grown up around him, both she and Kaori also lack any romantic interest toward him, unlike the rest of the school or even the female population of some of the other schools.

Despite being a warrior at heart, her priority will always be to protect her friends and those she cares about, choosing to support Kaori during her desperation after Nagumo fell off the bridge in the Orcus Labyrinth. Kaori was determined to believe that he might have survived unless she finds proof that says otherwise, and what can Shizuku do but support her in the face of such conviction? Sometimes being reasonable isn't the answer either.

Still, despite all the struggles they've been through the class seems to adjust well overall, even after everyone had been shocked and horrified, reminded of their own mortality by Nagumo's loss. Everyone wanted to forget it had ever happened, wanted to pretend there was no way their fireball was the one that had gone off target and resulted in his fall. She frankly disliked that attitude, but there was nothing she could do about it either. Even Captain Meld had tried to launch an inquiry but had been silenced by the pope Ishtar, that was suspicious to her, but what could she do but keep an eye out?

One of the people she minded closely was Hiyama Daisuke, who had been one of the primary people to bully Nagumo. While she didn't really think of him as capable of cold-blooded murder and he had apologised in front of everyone (mostly Kouki, which was a smart move honestly), there was still the fact he kept more separated from everyone and would sometimes start frantically muttering to himself. Guilty conscience, or was it something else? Even if she had to beat it out of him, she would find out what he was hiding eventually.

If Nagumo was alive then he might be able to identify the guilty party himself if they were lucky, if not though… Well, she had no problem trying to beat the truth out of a suspicious and violent guy like that either. She would do anything to protect the people dear to her and to somehow set things right, if not for Nagumo then at least for Kaori. And unlike Kouki's misplaced sense of chivalry and justice, she focussed on the truth and what was right rather than what was easy.

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amanogawa kouki

height — 5'9" eye colour — blue hair colour — brown age — 17 years old occupation / title — paladin species — human

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A charismatic young man with a good heart, even in his original world he had been the leader of the class, a kind person who got along with everyone and was very certain of his own ideals. He was also kind of oblivious to many things around him and wouldn't accept anything but his own interpretation of events as the truth, stubborn to a fault, but don't tell him that. He won't believe you.

Being summoned to another world had been quite a shock, but his determination to help others in need completely overshadowed their poor social studies teacher's attempts to argue against the idea of sending children off to war. The idea of helping them against the evils of the monsters and demons the pope spoke of was far too appealing.

He didn't even notice that the priest seemed to know exactly what to say to get him interested, and before long he had the entire class clamouring to support him in his convictions. And so everyone was given a status plate, a strange artefact from this world that allowed one to see their stats and abilities. Unsurprisingly, Kouki was the strongest of the entire class, their leader and hero who would guide the great god Ehit's chosen warriors into glorious battle for the fate of mankind!

While strong, he is still brash and untrained, often allowing his vision of justice to overreact just because a monster had scared his classmates and he was determined to protect everyone. Even Nagumo, who had died from a tragic accident, was considered dead because of the large Behemoth that had trapped them.

Unable to conceive that anyone could wish to harm another person, the truth that hangs silently between the other students (someone killed Nagumo—) goes over his head and whatever words of compassion he attempts to give Kaori, who still grieves the boy's death, are more akin to barbs than the soothing phrases he attempts.

His resolve isn't truly tested and shaken until one fateful day, deep in the Orcus Labyrinth with a smaller party than usual because some of the other students still feared going into battle down there after the trap with the Behemoth, they encountered their true enemy for the first time. Monsters were fearsome, this is true, but Demons were people too, and as he attempted to strike her down, he froze upon realising that she too was a 'person' and that for all his ideals, he had nearly become a 'killer'.

Completely unprepared despite the evaluation he had been given by the king of the Hoelscher Empire, he was finally faced with a harsh truth he was unable to grasp. Even Captain Meld, who had faithfully trained them and stood by their side, suddenly admitted that he should have prepared Kouki to kill, something that so viciously went against everything he was supposed to stand for! Was that what the Emperor had meant, about his lack of killing intent?

Ever unwilling to give in to reality, he instead chose to turn his anger upon Nagumo, who was so vastly different yet had come to save them, blowing that demon to bits with his gun (where had he gotten one of those) without even an ounce of hesitation, seeming to have become exactly the kind of person Kouki despised.

What would happen from that day forward, with his faith so shaken and his beliefs taking a very brutal kind of beating remains to be seen. Will he crumble under the expectations laid upon him and the brutality of war, or will he come out on top, and will he still be the kind and just person he believes himself to be by the end of it?

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noint

height — 5'6" eye colour — silver hair colour — white age — unknown occupation / title — nun species — god's apostle

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Perhaps once she had been someone, the kind of person who could be playful and mischievous, even teasing and secretive sometimes. If she had been, she cannot remember it. After all, the sole reason for her existence as an Apostle is to serve the god Ehit and enact his desires.

If he wishes for a person or nation to burn she shall make it so, if he wishes for a certain course of action to be taken she shall influence who is needed, remove anyone from the game board of the gods that needs to be erased, and ensure His will is done. That is her role, her very reason for being.

Her body has been altered beyond recognition, a formerly ordinary girl blessed by the gods and subsequently erased from existence in favour of the obedient doll that serves her god faithfully to the last drop of blood. Even her heart was taken from her, replaced instead by a mana stone of unlimited capacity, shackled only by the stamina limit of her enhanced body.

Noint is not a person. She is an object capable of human speech in order to fulfil her lord and master's desires. One of those desires is the removal of Hatayama Aiko from the game board, as she had realised the truth of Ehit's wishes and so must be encumbered before she can ruin the game.

Nakamura Eri and Hiyama Daisuke on the other hand are weak but to be considered allies, for their plots amuse her master and therefor she will do her duty in ensuring they succeed, killing Meld Loggins in their stead when they failed to do so in order to adhere to her master's wishes. She cares not for human life otherwise. Humans, demons, demi-humans, none matter in the end beyond what her master wills with them. All are pawns upon the god's chessboard.

Upon her defeat at Hajime's hands, her spirit which had thus far been tethered to her altered and artificially enhanced body sought refuge in one of Nagumo's spider golems, rejecting her own body as something foreign that she no longer considered hers.

Being killed freed her mind from the spells that had controlled her through the mana stone that had replaced her heart, and slowly she began regaining a sense of self, pride and character. She became more playful once more, and began to find enjoyment in causing trouble among Nagumo's party.

In this time her loyalties also shifted. Having realised by then that Ehit had ruined her simply for the desire to have a tool to execute his will, she chose instead to give her loyalties wholly to Hajime, to whom she referred to as her master despite her golem body being unable to speak.

When given the opportunity to return to her own body, she refused. That morphed form was an eternal reminder of what Ehit had done to her, and part of her feared that returning to it would trap her under Ehit's command once more. Instead she would rather wait and remain inside the golem until Hajime could create a new body for her.

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freid bagwa

height — 5'10" eye colour — gold hair colour — red age — unknown occupation / title — general species — demon | apostle hybrid

biography

-lowkey procrastinating-

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thea dearden queen-merlyn

height — 5'5" eye colour — green hair colour — brown age — 23 years old occupation — vigilante species — human

biography

Finding out who her biological father was, was the greatest shock of her life. Finding out Malcolm is a persistent bastard intent on all but stalking her really didn't help. Having missed the love of her adoptive father and having lost her mother to a mad man, she can't help but gravitate toward him and his promises.

In hindsight foolishly she followed him and let him train her, hiding from her brother under the alias Mia as she fought to get stronger. Once she did get stronger she thrived on the pride Malcolm showed her, right up until the inevitable happened and he used her, killing Sarah with her hands instead of doing the work himself.

Saddled with him nonetheless but trust well and truly broken, Thea fights to find some balance, some normalcy in her life, while still appeasing the violence that's been instilled in her.

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malcolm merlyn

height — 5'11" eye colour — blue hair colour — brown age — 56 years old occupation — assassin species — human

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Malcolm is a former member of the League of Shadows, and a man filled with ambition and aspiration. He cares little for the lives of others beyond his immediate family, his children Tommy and Thea. Having lost one of his children, though through circumstances of his own making, he's twice as protective of his daughter and trains her so she can defend herself when the moment arises that she'll have to. Considering his and Oliver's enemies, that is inevitable.

Despite this protective and almost fatherly behaviour, Malcolm is far from the ideal parent, especially as he's unable to put anything or anyone before his ambitions. Malcolm craves power and will always seek it, his current primary ambition being becoming Ra's al Ghul, the head of the League of Shadows.

He's a ruthless and very straightforward man in most cases, advocating the hard, often immoral choices rather than doing the 'right' thing, especially if doing so lowers their chances for success. Many times has he chastised Oliver for not being able to make these choices as he should, and they've paid the cost often enough.

Malcolm also frequently cannot see past his own mistakes. He would rather blame Oliver for allowing harm to come to Tommy and being unable to save him, rather than blaming himself, because it was his Undertaking that caused a building to collapse on his son.

This same behaviour is repeated with Thea, who cuts him off hard when she realises he's used her when it benefitted him. Malcolm will never see moral fault in his actions, as to him the end justifies the means, any means.

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slade wilson — deathstroke

height — 5'10" eye colour — grey hair colour — brown age — 51 years old occupation / title — mercenary | deathstroke species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

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ra's al ghul

height — 5'11" eye colour — brown hair colour — brown age — 62 years old occupation / title — head of the demon species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

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damien dhark

height — 6'0" eye colour — light blue hair colour — blond age — 53 years old occupation / title — leader of HIVE species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

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floyd lawton

height — 5'9" eye colour — green hair colour — brown age — 47 years old occupation / title — deadshot species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

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desmond miles

height — 6'0" eye colour — hazel hair colour — brown age — 29 years old occupation / title — assassin species — human

biography

There's something a little surreal about growing up under strict ideologies and parenting that starkly contradicts the values you're supposed to be building up, escaping that life then only to end up kidnapped by the opposition several years later, ending up an experiment of theirs for quite some time.

The whole Isu thing and precursor genes isn't even something worth going into, because it's too mind-boggling to really explain. Either way, being thrown from one organisation to the other, living on the run a couple years and trying to stay under the radar and follow the holograms of these ancient apparitions in order to save the world from pending doom— Yeah, not your average assassin story.

When Abstergo captured him, Desmond had never imagined the world that was about to open up to him. Isu civilisation aside, he had shunned the brotherhood and run away from home only to end up a captive of the Templars, whom up till then he'd only thought of as fictive villains, the monster under your bed there to frighten you into obedience.

Turns out reality wasn't quite so pleasant, and neither were his trips into the animus. The technology is honestly over his head, but he knows what it can do, and he knows what it did to him. Reliving Altaïr's memories, discovering his path, his dedication and faith only to return from missions with more questions than answers, and finally discovering that the mentor he'd so faithfully trusted had been the enemy all along.

The damage such discoveries had done to Desmond were naturally lesser than to Altaïr, but he still experienced at least an echo of them. Through Altaïr and Ezio, Desmond realised the true nature of men as well as the responsibility of what it means to be an Assassin. It is more than a name, than a legacy of murder and shadows. It is an obligation towards the world in order to ensure the preservation of freedom. However, Abstergo is no easy opponent. It is rather like the Hydra, a beast so many-headed that cutting off one only causes the emergence of two others. For such is the power-hungry nature of man, and Templars.

Through the confusion, his belated attempts at resisting the Templars and joining the assassins, he had only one constant to draw strength and guidance from: the ancestors whose lives he was reliving.

Through Ezio he learned much, and was giving the opportunity to view Altaïr's later memories as well, although a memory within a memory is a rather mind-boggling concept. The bleeding effect was also ever-present in guiding him, teaching his body what to do in the span of days rather than years. He became as fully fledged an assassin as Ezio had, who had become Mentor and guided their order throughout the renaissance.

It's only a pity that Juno is guiding him instead to a specific temple through Haytham and Connor, preparing him subliminally for something he'd rather not be doing if it could be avoided. For all that Bill would likely never have agreed to give Desmond the chance to prove himself and his worth, he'd still have liked to try, instead of using the Apple at the temple to seal his own fate.

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verse — vox populi

height — 6'0" eye colour — hazel hair colour — brown age — 32 years old occupation / title — assassin species — human

Desmond should have died in that temple after averting catastrophe. He should have been burnt to a crisp, and yet here he was… Alive, moderately well and with a new number assigned within yet another of Abstergo's Animus research facilities. Spain, this time.

It wasn't just him anymore though, this place was far bigger and held many bloodline assassins. It had taken a while, but he'd proved himself and as a result somehow ended up following in Ezio's footsteps a second time, being considered the assassins' mentor and leader. The job didn't sit well with him, despite his myriad experience through his ancestors. But then, none of them had ever set out to become leaders either. It just happened.

The Templars were resourceful, they'd hidden the fact he was alive from the world, never referred to him by name and had even made a significant investment in him by giving him the surgery needed to repair his arm. What had once been charred black layers of skin had been repaired until it looked normal, or as normal as it could with Isu circuitry branded into him…

They were looking for something, tracing the prisoners' bloodlines in search of an Apple, and Desmond would be damned if he allowed those bastards to get their hands on it. Still, that wasn't exactly an easy task.

For all that the Templars had converted an old Assassin stronghold into their base of operations, there was diligent surveillance, therapy and rehab to tend to, as well as the most recent development of the bleeding effect. He was seeing ghosts more vividly than before, but the difference was that he didn't just see an imprint of a past moment, he saw his ancestors and could communicate with them. Altair, Ezio, Edward, Haytham, Connor…

Now all that was left was to break out with the others and then work from there, taking out Abstergo as they go.

Inspiration :

Vox Populi — Aelwyn

clay kaczmarek

height — 6'0" eye colour — green hair colour — blond age — 30 years old occupation / title — assassin | subject 16 species — memory construct

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Alright, so maybe deciding to sign up for this project had been a bad idea with a capital B, but by now it was far too late to even contemplate such a thing. He'd done what he could, left the messages on the walls of his cell in blood, hidden so only another assassin could decipher them. He'd left tracks and bugs in Abstergo's systems, going so far as to embed himself into them as he attempted to block out the voices in search of that sweet silence he'd been denied ever since the bleeding effect reared its ugly head.

Alright so maybe he wasn't quite sane anymore, but maybe he didn't really constitute as a 'being' anymore either. He's nothing more than memory now, uploaded into the Animus' own mainframe as he dug the pen into his wrists, coating the skin and the pristine white table and floor with slick red liquid. Poor Lucy had looked at him with such horror and guilt, even though she was meant to be one of them, even though she'd played her part to perfection— Perhaps too perfect.

Regardless. His thoughts were and remained a disjointed mess. He wasn't solid anymore, so fighting his own splitting consciousness for dominance over what he considered his being was no easy task, but here he had time. All the time he could ever want.

The animus was a cold and empty place, but he knew Desmond was coming. He knew from Vidic and he knew from Juno. But sometimes it was hard to remember that he knew, and why he knew, when the memories reared their heads and he lost himself in reliving Adam, in reliving the height of the brotherhood and the many people Vidic had pushed him to become so relentlessly, until he'd begun splitting at the seams, forgetting that 'mr Kaczmarek' was him.

After what maybe felt like a couple years, the splitting wasn't so bad anymore. He still had fits and bouts that anyone would recognise as less than sane, but he felt more like himself than he had in what felt like ages. Or lifetimes, perhaps. Either way, things started to make sense again, and he could hold on to his thoughts and mind more easily. The company helped too, once Desmond got himself into that animus-related coma and came to join him, having to piece himself back together. Being not alone for once had been nice, at least…

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verse — vox populi

-lowkey procrastinating-

Inspiration :

Vox Populi — Aelwyn

warren vidic

height — 5'9" eye colour — grey hair colour — grey age — 68 years old occupation / title — templar species — human

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Working under Rikkin wasn't exactly an easy task, the grand master being rather demanding beyond reason, but Warren would play with the cards he was given either way. It allowed him to explore fields of science he could not elsewhere, and his affiliation and loyalty to the Templar Order would not wane due to it.

The job of managing the animus project as well as sifting through the data gathered from their many subjects, including those from direct assassin lineage, was quite daunting, especially with the addition of subject seventeen and the pressure for time.

Having come to them at an almost unprecedented young age, his confidence in miss Stillman and her knowledge in his subject was both acknowledged and respected, though he would rather she not undermine his authority in public, as she had been wont to do on occasion.

Still, he respected her opinion greatly and, despite obvious reluctance at times, took her recommendations and concerns into consideration despite outward pressure for results and performance.

Though never gaining a deeper interest or appreciation for the subjects voluntarily or involuntarily participating in the animus project and the hunt for the Apples of Eden, he did consider miss Stillman a steadfast ally, if not a friend. In fact, she was sufficiently trusted to pursue the subject seventeen project outside the walls and safety of Abstergo and directly entering the assassins' lair.

That later her death at Miles' hand had been reported to him had been a rather sombre occasion that simply left him more determined than ever to retrieve subject seventeen's data and dna samples, determine the Apple's location and, if possible, avenge miss Stillman's untimely demise.

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lucy stillman

height — 5'8" eye colour — blue hair colour — blond age — 24 years old occupation / title — assassin | templar species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

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layla hassan

height — 5'7" eye colour — black hair colour — black age — 34 years old occupation / title — assassin species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

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charlie parviz

height — 5'8" eye colour — brown hair colour — brown age — 26 years old occupation / title — assassin | biomedical engineer face claim — Aidan Turner

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-lowkey procrastinating-

Inspiration :

Vox Populi — Aelwyn

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avery maas

height — 5'6" eye colour — blue hair colour — blonde age — 19 years old occupation / title — assassin | student face claim — Jade Weber

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Turns out the cliché of the villain capturing young girls off the street in a white van isn't the kind of thing that only happens on TV. Abstergo had captured her on her way home from school when she was eleven, a white van on the street corner and their goons had easily subdued her. After all, while she carried the assassin bloodline, her mother was a trained Navy S.E.A.L. and she obviously wasn't.

From that day forward Avery was a captive at the Abstergo research facility in Madrid, running a project that would supposedly eliminate aggression in a subject, except the truth was far scarier. Instead everyone there was from an assassin bloodline, involved in the fight or not. And everyone had mandatory sessions in this weird machine that looked like a scorpion's tail which let your body move while making you hallucinate a past that wasn't yours. The others said the machine was different than a regular Animus, whatever that was. They said this one was dangerous, that if you fought it you could lose your mind.

There was no way out. The only way was a nosedive off Breakneck Ridge, as the others called it, a steep ravine from which even a leap of faith would not save you. Certain death for those who chose not to submit to the Templars and their schemes. That was another thing she learned. Assassins and Templars, Abstergo, a battle that had raged for centuries. And now she was caught up in the middle of it all, with no way home. Who knows whether her parents even thought she was still alive…

It wasn't until three years of suffering Animus sessions getting to know an ancestor she frankly was beginning to hate, that things changed. Someone new came in, and he seemed different from the others somehow, more poised and confident, he'd taken on a lot of guys in the cafeteria that one time and come out on top effortlessly. She was kinda impressed honestly. But she didn't get close to him, not until she found him one day in one of her hiding spots near the rafters and decided to strike up a conversation.

While quiet at first, he slowly began talking to her, and she found out later that a nasty Animus shock had left him mute for a while as he tried to unscramble his brain, and from there a strong friendship grew. In the end they even saw each other as family, being considered Desmond's little sister in a way.

It was thanks to him that they even had a single chance of escape in the first place. He made allies in unlikely places and figured out that they were in an old assassin stronghold, that there were tunnels below the facility and even a first civilisation cache, lots of weapons, books, even booze, not that she was allowed to have any. It took another two years total since his arrival before they were ready, and she even got to be part of the mission. She was respected as a capable assassin, and she loved that, even if she initially wanted to be closer to the fighting.

Getting out was a fierce battle that changed her mind a little about the danger. She was small and nimble, so the crowded quarters of the hallways were ideal for her to work with but it had still been terrifying. They conquered the facility and made it out, though not without some losses. Desmond made for a fine leader.

From that day forward they were a rogue group of assassins who stuck to the old ways, protecting the people, respecting the tenets that had guided their order for centuries. The modern assassins were far too cold for most of them, and they weren't eager to join up with them any time soon, if ever. Desmond was elected as their leader, and they made trouble for Abstergo whenever they could, stealing supplies and gathering intelligence.

She wasn't granted Master Assassin rank once the system was in place, much to her frustration, because at the time she was still too young. As soon as she hit eighteen she was promoted, as despite her age she was very capable and trusted. Desmond was precious family to her, but nothing warmed her more than when Desmond said they could go looking for her family. Her parents had vanished off the face of the earth and she despaired for a while, until they caught trace of her grandfather. Seeing him again was such a crushing relief.

Now stationed with a permanent base at the order's initial location of rebirth at Masyaf, she and the others worked hard to keep their skills sharp and live in this community they had created, continuing in the fight against the Templars who had thought to take everything from them. They better watch out; Vox Populi is coming.

Inspiration :

Vox Populi — Aelwyn

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elijah miles

height — 4'6" eye colour — blue | gold hair colour — brown age — 11 years old occupation / title — assassin | student species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

Inspiration :

Vox Populi — Aelwyn

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aita

height — 5'9" eye colour — blue hair colour — brown age — unknown occupation / title — Precursor

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-lowkey procrastinating-

Inspiration :

Vox Populi — Aelwyn

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donovan mckenzie

height — 5'9" eye colour — green hair colour — brown age — 28 years old occupation / title — freelancer | assassin face claim — Tomas Skoloudik

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Donovan had been a simple freelance programmer working from his simple flat near New York City, when he first caught onto the trail of the Assassins. He hadn't known who they were at first though, simply imagining them to be hackers intent on lifting his client of a good portion of their database, something he hadn't been inclined to allow to happen initially, since they paid him very nicely for exactly that.

Abstergo occasionally hired outside the house, freelancers dying to get a decent gig to pay the bills, stuff like that. People who had the time and the inclination to scour the borders of the Abstergo and Helix networks in order to catch any rats trying to get in. Donovan was one of those desperate freelancers, and considering the cash he got paid, he made very sure to be good at what he did.

Apparently, he was good enough that at some point, hacking Abstergo wasn't nearly as interesting as hacking his little computer station. The first time Bischop had made contact with him he'd been startled to hell and back, and it had taken a while before he finally conceded to listen to her.

He'd never actually taken a look at the data he'd been protecting, and he refused to breach client confidentiality, so she showed him instead the data they'd pilfered already. It kind of stung his pride how much data they'd stolen, but then he wasn't in charge of protecting the entire network either, just a small section of it. There was word of a new program that would debut soon and he'd been contacted with word to prepare for something a bit more challenging soon.

Bishop wanted in on that. She knew what was coming: the official launch of project Helix. She explained to him the entire point of the project, as well as the assassin/templar conflict. It was a tough pill to swallow, but she had plenty of proof, and challenged him to find out the rest for himself. She challenged him to accept Abstergo's job, and to enter the Helix himself to find out the truth.

In the end, that's what happened. He closed the deal with Abstergo to protect the local Helix servers to the best of his (admittedly considerable) ability, and in return he was paid handsomely, and given a Helix of his own to enjoy in his spare time should he feel inclined.

Once he did, Bischop took over. The system was supposed to be secure, but still she appeared in his field of vision, and showed him a few snippets of assassin history and the fight against the Templars. She told him of what they were searching for, Pieces of Eden, mythical objects of a long past civilisation that apparently held incredible power. She also guided him through a sample check that showed him his own lineage. Much to his surprise, a few assassins did populate his bloodline, but not to such a degree that it had any real impact on him like it had on some.

Still, his curiosity was piqued and he wanted to know more. Nothing really stopped him from going along with Bischop's little plans, anyway. As long as he protected Helix' servers from interlopers, he'd get paid. Along the way, he could enter Helix himself and explore his ancestors' lives, or those of others if needed, and discover the true history of the Assassins and Templars, while searching for these precursor artefacts.

And should he come across some poor assassin sod stuck in the system because of the security sweeps, then he was in a perfect position to free them if he had the opportunity to do so.

Along the way he became more invested though, beginning to truly believe in the Assassins and their cause, their creed, in a way he hadn't before. He knew the memories he relived through Helix left their mark on him, but he'd never imagined how deep that mark would go.

Not until he entered the skin of an ancestor of his placed in Russia, who had been on the trail of one such artefact as Bischop was seeking, only to begin feeling rather strange after exiting Helix, dizzy, disoriented, as though he didn't quite fit into his skin anymore.

Donovan didn't realise how significant the signs were until it got bad enough that she noticed. The bleeding effect, they called it. That's when they called someone in, another underground assassin agent. they were to share a flat more central in NYC, better connectivity, better hiding, and most importantly: surveillance in case the effect got the better of him.

He didn't want to give up though. Leaving the project and Helix wasn't an option he was willing to consider. He felt a kinship with his ancestor like he'd never felt before and he wanted to pursue it. He wasn't ready for the changes in his living habits, or the sudden bouts of Russian though he believed he'd been speaking English. He hadn't been ready either for exactly how jarring and even painful a desynchronisation could be when attaining a high sync percentage.

Some days it was hard to remember who he was, but he persisted. The job with Abstergo remained, lurking in the background and executed if only because it was actually what paid for the whole operation. His heart wasn't in it anymore though. At least the forced flatmate helped, having someone there to watch his back and catch his slips were what helped keep him somewhat sane, and tethered to the present.

Either way though, the bleeding effect had the nice benefit of training his mind with muscle memory his body had yet to develop. Together with his flatmate he trained several times a week, until the motions his mind recalled truly became second nature and the Assassins had a new field agent at their disposal should they need one.

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verse — memory of the enemy

height — 5'9" eye colour — green hair colour — brown age — 28 years old occupation / title — freelancer | templar face claim — Tomas Skoloudik

Working for Abstergo and approached by Bischop to become an initiate to the Assassin brotherhood, Donovan's life had gotten more interesting to be sure, but he never imagined just how strongly reliving certain sets of memories could influence you.

Not yet having come across his Russian ancestor's memories, Bischop approached him with a new, more challenging mission. They'd found a cache of memories unlike any they'd ever taken to exploring before: templar memories. They had been well-protected and hidden, but apparently not enough for Bischop and her team to be unable to retrieve the memories in question.

Why they wanted him to explore them was a mystery, but he wasn't about to turn down the challenge either, curiosity getting the better of him. Until now he'd only combed through memories from assassins, their views being rather pronounced and as such giving him a rather biased view of events. Combing through templar memories would give him something of a balance of impressions, and he rather thought that it'd be useful.

It was, in the end, but he hadn't imagined the cost.

The Templar in question whose life he was reliving had been quite high placed, though never reaching the esteemed and weighty role of grand master. Though many of the higher ranked templars seemed the type to make their plans behind closed doors and from the seat of their desks, in absolute safety, this one had been different. Pro-active. He'd had contacts throughout the city he met with in person, and he fiercely believed in the templar philosophy.

After all, Niccolo Machiavelli had been quite right in his treatise, The Prince, concerning his observations of man and how to rule them. The masses were blind sheep, uncaring for anything but personal prosperity, and requiring more and more from their leading forces until those forces no longer sufficed, at which point the democratic government was no longer supported, and instead a tyranny arises.

In a way, the templar order aims to be this tyrant the people so desire. Not in a malicious fashion certainly, as one would normally associate with the word, but in a sense that they who know how the human mind operates, are best suited to determining a manner of life in which equality and peace are attained not through anarchy but through order.

The assassins who oppose them vie for freedom, a foolish concept they do not seem to realise the true meaning of. A man can be placed in a cage and live in absolute freedom, while another may be living in the plains, objectively 'free', but a slave to his fears. Man desires that freedom from fear and insecurity like nothing else. Man dreads the heavy toll of responsibility that weighs him down and keeps him, apparently, from doing that which he believes will make him happy.

Fallacies, but ones widely supported. Why then deny man those foolish desires if one can obtain peace through this system where man is absolved of his responsibility? The assassins are fools to believe that the freedom they offer, the weight of responsibility for ones own actions, is something that the people want.

The templar's belief is so strong it is almost staggering. It leaves him questioning everything he knows with a new outlook and philosophy, and he finds that, indeed with few exceptions, the templar's reasoning cannot be faulted. Why then, fight for the freedom of people who will be nothing but ungrateful for all of your fighting and sacrifice?

He does the unthinkable behind the screens, he contacts Abstergo and becomes their informant. He is advised to remain within Bischop's circles undetected and retrieve as much information from her as possible, going so far as to hack their own databanks to track their movements, giving the templars yet another great advantage over the assassins, a man on the inside that they haven't had since the murder of Lucy Stillman.

altaïr ibn-la'ahad

height — 6'0" eye colour — hazel hair colour — brown age — 26 years old occupation / title — assassin species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

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ezio auditore da firenze

height — 6'0" eye colour — brown hair colour — brown age — 25 years old occupation / title — assassin | mentor species — human

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-lowkey procrastinating-

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federico auditore da firenze

height — 6'1" eye colour — brown hair colour — brown age — 29 years old occupation / title — master assassin species — human

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As oldest son of the Auditore family, he carries more burdens than most on his shoulders. While for some the reputation and continued success of the family business was all that was at stake, he was also growing into himself as an Assassin under his father's tutelage, leading two lives with far too little time to tend to them both, it sometimes felt like. How Giovanni managed as head of the bank was beyond him…

Loyal almost to a fault and deeply dedicated to any cause he sets himself to, Federico spent a lot of his time studying, be it with tutors for his future role as head of the Auditore bank or with his father for his future role as Assassin. Both were very important to him and he did his best not to let his family down.

Despite the ever-overflowing schedule, he always made time for his family. His younger siblings certainly got the most of his attention whenever he could manage it. Spoiling, protective and ever attempting to be the jester of the four of them, keeping spirits high. When Petruccio's illness came to light he made a point of it to spend even more time with his youngest brother, not wanting to miss anything, and grant the boy as many experiences as his health would allow.

Claudia earned most of his joking and protectiveness, knowing that while formidable even at a younger age, she would still need to fight off many foolish suitors and he had every intention of sending them home an appendage short should they dare hurt her with their thoughtless actions.

When it came to Ezio, Federico often felt conflicted. While he was his closest sibling, he was also the one most likely to follow him into the Brotherhood eventually. Though he was still too young, something Federico certainly agreed with his father on, he did oppose the idea of keeping this side of themselves hidden from him. Ezio deserved to know and to be ready to begin his training. The Auditore had too many enemies and it did not sit well with him that so few of them would be able to put up a fight.

That was why he took it upon himself to teach Ezio how to freerun behind their father's back, not that Giovanni didn't find out, mind… The scolding had been more than worth it to teach his little brother how to navigate the streets of Firenze in a way that would make it difficult for others to follow him. Teaching him how to fight was a bit more difficult, but he made do by involving himself in the various brawls that Ezio and Vieri managed to get themselves into.

When their arrest took place, Federico had never been more terrified. While Claudia and their mother ought to be safe and Ezio had not been with them, Petruccio had not been so lucky. Desperate to do something to aid his family, he found a way to break out of the prison they were held in.

That would have meant survival, if not for the fact that the situation had worsened Petruccio's health. Giovanni had urged him to scout ahead then, saying he'd be right behind him with Petruccio. Both of them had known it was a lie when their eyes met, but he forced his legs to move anyway, using all the skills at his disposal to make his way to freedom. Still exhausted and full of adrenaline, the day of the execution dawned.

Though far from at peak form, Federico forced himself to the square, face covered by his Assassin robes, desperate to find some way to free his family. What he hadn't expected was to see another Assassin there. He'd escaped before Ezio had made it to the tower and as such hadn't known about the exchange between his father and brother. It distracted him sufficiently that he made it to the platform only at the same time as his brother did, crying out in anguish as his family was decimated at the pull of a lever…

They escaped the guards together, though when time came to leave Firenze behind and make for Monteriggioni, depending on interactions, Federico will either go off on his own to search for a way to avenge their family, or accompany Ezio to the villa and join him on his journey. Either way, he is very proud of how far his siblings have come.

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mante donatuccio

height — 6'2" eye colour — hazel hair colour — brown age — 27 years old occupation / title — doctor species — human