#Assassin's Creed Syndicate OC

[nemo-in-wonderland]

hiyo everyone.

Just passing by and dropping this small quick wip that I did today after a particularly intense gameplay of Bloodborne (dear gods, Martinus the Popsicle is still beating my ass fml).

But, this gave me the possibility to spend more time in Castle Cainhurst and brainstorm some more what I needed to brainstorm in regards to Dorothea and the maternal side of her family.

Which brought me to finally doodle her mother, Annette, as she appeared when she was around 25 years old, the age she was when her own story is set up (and oh, the heartwrenching, deliciously angsty love story she had with a certain Hunter 👀👀👀).

Ngl, I had to think a bit about her appearance, because I wanted her to resemble Dottie and I wanted for her to be immediately recognizible as her mama, but still give her a distinct personality.

And I think I managed?

Like, for how I saw her, Annette and Dottie share the same type of beauty, but differently from her daughter, Annette is frostier in attitude: where Dottie comes off as composed, Annette comes off as haughty. Yet, she is also very much capable of loving so deeply, it makes the heart hurt.

Also, bear in mind that this particular design was created specifically for her Bloodborne counterpart, so her Syndicate one will probably be a bit different and more era appropriate.

Also, I realized that her hair turned a lot lighter than I envisioned, but I will fix it on the next artwork lolol

Anyway, I blabbered enough about this.

I hope you will like this <3

--Nemo

[aiza-luna]

- Aiza is Cooking: Game Edition! -

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Hello Hello, my starfishes! How are you all doing? :3

Has been a while since I posted here, life has been wild! :'3 if you guys remember, I mentioned a while ago I was without a PC since my old one was on it's last breath 😭

Great News is... I GOT A NEW ONE! 🗣️ And while I cannot return to writting or artwork (since I need to transfer my files from the old one to the new one), I have been rather stagnated, content wise :')

But this changed when I acquired a game I always wanted to play: The Sims 4! And of course, for premiere, I had to create some of my OCs in it!

So, let me show you all my darling girls I created on The Sims!

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• Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-D'Artois!

"The Hoopoe of Spain."

• Serena Hélène Josefina Cotoner-D'Artois

"The White Swan of Spain."

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I got super excited to finally had the chance to do them with their physical features highlighted!! Look how stunning they are 🥹💛💙.

Unfortunetly they are not really that accurate, I am still going to download some customization packs for them, so I can make them more accurate! If any The Sims 4 Players can indicate me some good packs for customizing, I would deeply appreciate. <3

Hope you all like it! I'll soon return with my WD OCs in the Sims 4! Stay tunned. 🩵

(PS: I just realized Serena's chin looks longer than it really is, I'll fix in my next update with the costumization package downloaded!)

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Tagging AC Moots to see it (hope you all don't mind 🥹) :

• @nemo-of-house-hamartia

• @thatcrazycrowgirl

• @hakongin

• @susann-noir

• @giuliettaluce

• @navis20

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[corvus-the-trickster]

So i gave Jacob a son too

[aiza-luna]

Meanwhile my Syndicate OC in her chillest day fighting off Templars on this:

assassin’s creed women + dealing with a dress

[emoscot]

This is kinda stupid but here's Rattles (rat version of my fursona)

He's an Assassin's Creed oc he's basically a pet rat of Jacob

[kimsaidhii]

You know that one stupid skit video? Yeah. That but the Frye Twins with the extremely wealthy Templar GrandMaster guy Crawford Starrick. Jacob starts a “pay it forward,” chain, Evie is stuck. Crawford refuses to pay. Charlie Calloway works a 9-5 to support their vigilante lifestyle.

Meanwhile, in front of them, in his own carriage:

And because I think I am very funny, I also did this

[vampiireds]

that one image

[aiza-luna]

Solange's Family Dynamic in a Nutshell:

Do you think Templars and Assassins ever ran into each other on accident? Like imagine an Assassin going out to a public event and bumping into a Master Templar/Grandmaster. What would you even do in that situation?

[liveforthebrotherhood]

“Get out Alana. Never return.”

The tense final encounter between Maria Williams and Dame Alana Rose Dorian at Maria’s abode in Bremen, German Empire, February 1876.

This is a commissioned piece painted by my good friend @temeyes, whose OC is Maria, also wrote the story that this piece is attached to! Check out their page for more incredible artworks! Thank you for capturing this riveting scene from our story in your style!

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

In The Heat of the Moment Chapter 6 - The Wager

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4,Ch.5

Words Count: 3860 Warning: None

LONDON,

FEBRUARY 1868

The Grand Master of the British Rite couldn't help but feel a sense of wholeness, as he looked outside the arched window of his solar, the only place in the whole manor where he knew he would be left alone with his own thoughts.

After the snow had stopped to fall the night before, the weather had decided, in its infinite mercy, to grant them a pristine sky and a gentle sun, overall, a far kind weather than what was most often offered that time of the year.

It was a pleasant feeling, one of relaxation almost.

He so rarely allowed himself to take rest during the hours of the day - in fear of falling into indulgence -that the thought of letting that delightful torpor lull him into sleep was almost too tempting to resist.

He himself was surprised he felt that unperturbed, despite Phillip’s latest rapport currently resting on his desk, accounting for a situation that might prove rather troublesome, if left unattended.

His thoughts brought back to the situation at hand, he furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at those papers.

The Rook.

Despite the feel of urgency that transpired through his nephew’s words at the presence of this mysterious rabble-rouser that had sought to take a particular interest in Whitechapel -and Kaylock in particular- he was not overly preoccupied.

Squabbles between gang members were not something out of the ordinary, when dealing with the lowlife that festered in the city, and Kaylock had done his part to gather strong dissent from others.

Crawford Starrick’s cold eyes skimmed through the penned words with careful attentiveness: Phillip had been thorough, as he always was whenever he filed a report to send to him, updating him on all that his “little ghosts” had heard around town.

Crawford couldn’t help the small smile on his face: that young man had potential, much more potential than any of the Master Templars that were serving beneath him. He was ruthless. He was witty and had a penchant for reading people far better than he read books. He was focused and unwavering, sometimes to a fault. But, the Grand Master thought, he was impatient, and much too arrogant and insolent, and too eager for external adoration and validation, sometimes forgetting that they all served a Order much greater than themselves.

Despite everything, and with a touch of guilt that always constricted his heart whenever he found himself thinking about it, Phillip had all the qualities he had hoped his son would have, had fate bestowed a male child upon him and his Nettie.

Dorothea couldn’t have been more different from Phillip in spirit not even if she tried to.

His eyes moved from the rapport sitting on his desk toward the labyrinthine inner garden, where his daughter was playing with her yapping dog, running through the shrubs and making snow angels on the snow covered ground, and he felt another pang of paternal worry and guilt wriggling his heart like brambles.

Such an obedient child, she was.

Ever since she was able to understand the world around her, she wanted nothing more than to please him and his wife, in all expectations they had placed on her small shoulders.

He wasn’t blind to what her soul truly yearned: music and singing and poetry and reading. She had been blessed with the soul of an artist, and with such a gentle heart, sometimes he wondered how he had been able to sire a child so different from how he himself had been in his youth.

But as much as he hated the idea -as much as he wished for life to be different-, willing or not as she was, she had a part to play within the Order, and if his plans for her were to come to fruition, one day, she would be the one holding the British and the Swedish Rites in her hands.

It had to.

Dorothea was his only child: his legacy needed to live on through her.

He was the youngest son, but could never accept that his brother would be the one to actually bring forward their family legacy.

There could be no other way.

Their name needed to live through her.

All the pieces on the chessboard needed to be set, so that she could take over, once his job was done.

"Crafword Jospeh Starrick, I cannot believe my ears!"

Crawford Starrick looked up from the rapport, not expecting to hear his name called in full, let alone coming from his rather disconcerted wife, still wearing her snow-covered outdoor coat as she barged into his office like one of the Erinyes, followed suit by an upset Mr. Armstrong.

“My Lord! Forgive me! I tried to tell Lady Starrick that you were not to be disturb-“

With a mere gesture of his hand, he silently indicated his butler to make himself scarce and leave them to their business: he knew the gaze his wife was giving him - one of pure discontent- and this needed to be discussed alone, away from all prying ears.

As soon as the door closed behind them, the Swedish Countess accommodated herself on the chair across his desk and fixating that look of seething disdain toward her own husband.

Her chest was rising with the same intensity of an athlete that had just done running from one side of town to the other, and he wasn't against betting that it had been exactly what she had done.

Seeing her so agitated was enough to put him in vigilant alert.

Annette was not a woman prone to strong emotions or outburst of temper: she was the ice to his fire within.

"What is it, Nettie, dearest? What is it the reason for this disconcert of yours?"

He saw his wife’s nostrils flare, almost as if she was putting her whole effort in containing herself.

What in the bloody world had just happened to render his level-headed wife so out of herself?

"It just so happens that this morning I have heard,from the most reliable of sources - your own nephew, nonetheless - a most damnable news!”

Crawford frowned, his jaw tensing for just one small second.

She knew.

“Nettie, if you will allow me to explain-“

“You will have an American coming here on Monday morn and you have granted permission for an interview with our daughter! Without informing me first! " she sputtered, her lovely violet eyes wide open with incredulity. "An American! Pray tell, do we lack gentlemen on this side of the ocean, that you had to resort to summoning a Yankee here for our only child?"

Crawford blinked at her words, trying as he might to maintain his usual composure, even though he felt the threat of a bout of laughter bubbling in his chest.

A Yankee. He couldn't help but wonder how the man under discussion would react, if he were to be addressed as one, considering his birthplace.

"My dear," he started, carefully folding his hands in his lap, not letting a single emotion transpire from his face. "I can understand your concern and your worries. Do not think me so heartless to not have taken in consideration your opinions-“

But despite everything, Countess Annette’s ears were deaf to his controlled tone, engrossed as she was by her own predicament.

"My word, the absolute disbelief I felt when Phillip told me about this was unimaginamble! Even your cousin Pearl was completely befuddled by such lack of transparency and sensibility on your part, and yet, she related that she was not truly surprised by your behaviour! An American. AN AMERICAN! Do I need to remind you that they dumped tea in the harbour, husband of mine? The tea you absolutely rave about each and every day of our married life together?"

Crawford cocked his eyebrow, giving her a long, silent look, laced with barely concealed nerves.

"Then we will make sure that he is not to get anywhere near our larder, lest certain "revolutionary instincts" were to take a hold of him, don't you agree?"

"Ohh, Mister Starrick, do not dare mock me so openly!" she sputtered, her cheeks flushing red. "Why did you need to be so secretive about this?"

He weighted his next words carefully, as he shifted on the chair to make himself more comfortable.

"I was afraid - and correctly so, judging from this bout of hysteria you are inappropriately displaying - that this might have sent you into a fit," he then murmured, being as honest as he could be without causing ulterior anger in his wife.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, pointing her finger at him whilst deciding to ignore his comment. "So you knew I would have not approved!"

"I did, Nettie, dearest, if anything because I am extremely aware of your disdain for the Americans - or really, for anyone not ailing from those godforsaken frosted lands you called your home. But allow me to reassure you that, if you are able to see past his birthplace, Mr. Sterling is a businessman much like myself, a man of exceptional moral strength and integrity, with an amiable disposition and worthy more pounds than any ridiculous aristocrat here could ever hope to provide for our daughter.”

“Money!” Countess Annette could barely contain herself from snorting at the notion. “As if you and I were lacking, to begin with!”

Unnerved by his wife not relenting in her fury, Crawford raised a hand to ask for her silence, in a gesture that did not allow questioning.

“I am not done talking, Annette. Money is but one of the reasons I found Mr. Sterling to be a suitable suitor for Dorothea, but it was not all. Aside from his considerable fortunes, he is an extremely respected member of the Order in America, one that Grand Master Tweed himself would vouch for. When he approached me at Michaelmas and formally asked to meet Dorothea for an interview, upon her return, I could not dare refuse without a single reason for it."

"But you could have told me!" Annette reproached, her eyes narrowing even more than before.

“And pray tell, what good would have done it?”

The Countess sputtered, her cheeks turning a blazing red.

“I am Ditte’s parent just as much as you, and I had a right to say “yes” or “no” to whoever were to approach us with the intent to marry our daughter! And I cannot accept this! Not now! Not with this being the year our daughter will finally be introduced in proper society!"

"And what other solution we might have? Who would be worthy enough to marry our daughter, in your vision, darling wife? Who would possess all the qualities and virtues that would make him the most ideal guardian for our darling fawn?”

Annette didn't answer right away, staring her husband straight in his eyes, her answer clearly written in her glance despite the silence.

The Grand Master's face turned dark, as it always did whenever his wife make him apart of her own true intentions.

They rarely disagreed, and when they did, they were always able to find together a compromise of some sort.

But not this time.

Not on what she was suggesting.

"No, Absolutely not. Not him. We have already discussed this aplenty, and I refuse to even entertain such ludicrous suggestion any further! I will never give my consent."

The Swedish woman’s face hardened, her stare becoming pure steel.

"Byron Harrison would make an excellent husband for our daughter, and you know that. Everyone knows that, even Mama, your own mother, knows that. She declared so in the last letter she exchanged with me, if you require any further proof about the legitimacy of my claim. No man can be declared more devoted to our daughter than Master Harrison, and you know that."

"No, Annette, absolutely not! I forbid you to entertain such nonsensical notions any longer than you already have!"

But the Countess was a stubborn woman, whose mind was not easily swayed, and the Grand Master knew that, probably better than anyone else.

"He is a Gentleman, differently from your “morally exceptional businessman”. He is strong, reliable, loyal, unwavering in the face of anything that might come his way. You know it, you know him. You know what he did the night those Assassins had tried to have your fourteen-year-old daughter killed in her bed. You know what he did to them afterwards. Yes,” she added, as Crawford’s gaze went from grouched to attentive. Her voice was filled with what could only be described as profound admiration.“I am able to finally sleep in my bed because I know, in exact detail, everything that Master Harrison has done to ensure that none of those dogs were to draw another breath. I know he would cut his right arm out for you and her, were you to ask him, and that is exactly why you dare not allow yourself to see that he is the most suitable candidate for Dorothea! Our daughter, while showing intelligence, is still abysmally naive to the ways of the world and gullible still. He would protect her! From all threats." She paused for a moment, letting the air hang between them. "External and internal."

Crawford stood up from his chair, hands folded behind his back as he stared down toward his wife with eyes that did not allow for any further argument.

"Despite your heartfelt oration on behalf of Master Harrison’s unquestionable loyalty and exemplary services to our family, I said no. I find it absolutely preposterous that you are still entertaining this ludicrous idea! Preposterous, I dare say! There will be no threat of any kind, not while I am alive! Take this notion away from your head, Mrs Starrick, once and for all, or I swear, I might let my temper take the best of me! I will not entertain this nonsense any further!"

Annette took a long moment before answering, starring at her husband almost in challenge. She knew he would never do anything of that sort, as much as she was aware that such proposition always sent her lord husband in a fit of rage.

Still, she had to raise her own proposition to him.

She crossed her arms against her chest, raising her chin as an haughty air of sober disdain painted itself all over her fair face.

"Very well, seeing that this displease you, Crawford-" she whispered his name with a voice laced with ill-hidden sarcasm. "I shall press this matter with you no further. But please, oh husband of mine, do allow your simpleton wife to at least inquire about this wondrous American of yours. He sure is of money, you let me intend that much, but what about his family? His pursuits? Is he of good fortune and breeding? Can he say to be hailing from a respectable family that had belonged in the Order for centuries and, as much as my very own blood, occupied the highest position at the Court of the King of Sweden? From a family who is not only respectable in the eyes of society, but admired as well? Because you know that I will never accept anything less than someone that hails from the most respected part of our society for our daughter.”

Crawford shook his head in vexation. He knew what his wife was implying, and he wished that "that" particular aspect of her lineage didn't matter as much to her as it did. He knew the moment he had married her, years before, that her heritage - her legacy - would have been cause of dispute in the future.

He was never one to care for titles, believing them to be nothing more than poppycock that showed nothing of a man’s worth. Even his own peerage had been bought, so as to please his father-in-law and convince him that he was a good enough man for his daughter.

But he never appreciated to judge a man’s worth for his blood and lineage.

He found that, if anything, such claims of nobility proved his lack thereof.

“What does it matter, Nettie? He is an hardworking man that shall care for our daughter in the most commendable of ways and provide her with all she might need! What more could anyone ask for their only daughter?"

“This might very well be said be said of the lowest of cattles that work in the field to provide the wheat our cooks use to make our bread. I need to know what this gentleman has that makes him so commendable in your eyes!” She continued, absolutely undaunted. Then, in the same breath, she added: “And what about her residency, Crawford! What about the place where this American shall choose to drag Dorothea, once the marriage is sealed and done? Would she move to the Colonies afterward? Is this your plan for Ditte? To send her away? Our daughter has been home for merely a month - a month! - and you are already planning to pack her up and ship her to the Wild West? I cannot accept that! I will not accept that, husband, not with Queen Charlotte's Ball approaching soon enough, where Dora will debut, and the Season starting right after, where all the Ton will be present and she will have her pick! With her lineage, she can aspire to be a Princess of this country, and you would have her being the wife of a cowboy-" she wrinkled her nose in disgust at that word, finding the notion absolutely abhorrent. "-who would be too busy spending his days following his cattles around rather than taking care of my darling daughter the way she deserves?”

Her husband gave her a long look and drew a small sigh.

He always thought he was the one to be too apprehensive when it came to his daughter's wellbeing, and he had all but forgotten how prone to hysteria his own wife was in regards to their only child.

“You should not concern yourself with such matters as of yet, dearest. Nothing has been decided, and I can assure you, despite what you might think of my judgment in not delivering to you my resolution for this meeting with Master Sterling, I would have not taken any final decision without your invaluable counsel. Monday’s call would be just a mere interview. The man has asked to be introduced to Dora and talk with her, and after careful consideration, I saw it adequate to concede him to at least meet her this one time. Nothing more than that. There had been no promises of pursuit nor understanding, let alone marriage."

After his wife gave him another long unconvinced look, he took in small breath.

Walking around his desk with light pace, he reached for his wife and gently cradled her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks in a comforting gesture. Seeing that she wouldn't retract from his touch, despite the frown not disappearing from her brow, he took confidence that she was at least willing to listen to him.

He gently pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose, before brushing his lips against hers in another soft kiss.

"Nettie, my love, you know how much I missed our daughter, how contrary I was in sending her away in the first place, so far away from our own gaze. Allow me to reassure you in this, for it is not my desire for Dora to leave England at all. Not now, not ever, and especially not after she had been absent for three whole years, cooped away in those godforsaken forests and lakes,”

Hearing her husband’s voice crack with melancholy, the Swedish Countess allowed herself to feel pity for him. She knew she had not been alone in the predicament of their daughter’s absence. She placed her hands on her husband’s, returning his kiss with another one of her own.

“You should be thankful for the foresight I had in sending her somewhere safe,” she muttered underneath her breath, daring to caress his cheek with gentle hand. “After what nearly happened in 65', after we nearly lost you in 66', I should have not risked our daughter’s life, not for such thing as proximity or missing. And you know how terrible I felt in sending her away.”

Crawford gave her a small, sad smile: he knew all too well.

"I will concede that. You know that despite our different view on the matter, I trusted your instinct, and with good reason, considering the outcome. But let me assure you that it is not my intention to see our daughter away from our gaze ever again. You know well all that we have discussed about,"

"I certainly do, which is why I am not letting you stray away from all that we agreed upon, Crawford,"

"Had you allowed me to finish, I would have told you immediately that Mr. Sterling resides here in London for the best part of the year."

"Well, that's certainly is a small positive instance compared to the the unsavory alternative you have presented me with. But mark my word, husband, I still have my reserve."

He raised his hands in defeat, shaking his head with a smile.

"Since my word is not enough to reassure you that I do have our daughter's interests at heart, I will let you conduct the interview yourself, and you will ask all manner of questions that you deem necessary to finally convince you. Even the most impertinent ones."

"Trust me, husband of mine, I will. I shan't spare myself and he shall comply."

She looked at her husband with a mischievous smile, and Crawford couldn't help return it.

"I know that smile, Mrs. Starrick. Something's afoot with you,"

Her smile widened even more.

"Entertain me in this,"

"I am listening."

"How about…a little wager, between you and me?"

"Oh? And tell me, my dear, what kind of wager would you like me to entertain?"

“I’d like to put Mr. Sterling under a test of my own concoction. If Mr. Sterling can navigate the complexities of our social circle and win our daughter’s favor, then I will consider him a worthy suitor and allow an understanding to take place.”

“And if he does not?”

The Countess’s eyes glimmered with an impish light, her jaw tensing as she found her determination once more.

“Then, you will support my proposal for our Byron to be a suitor for Dorothea. Then, you will consider him to be a husband for our daughter.” When she saw Crawford starting to protest again, she made her voice even firmer. ”You must. You must see what I see. I know you do. You have to concede this to me.”

The Grandmaster took a deep sigh, as he closed his eyes in an effort of blocking the irritation that was growing once more in his chest. He knew she was immovable. He knew that, no matter what would happen on Monday morn with Mr. Starling, her mind was set on Master Harrison, despite all her talks about introducing Dorothea to the Ton and wanting her to marry into this country peerage.

What kind of game was his wife playing?

But he knew that, in order for that question to be answered, there was only one thing to do.

“So be it, Nettie,” he murmured, begrudgingly taking his wife’s hand to seal the deal. “I accept your wager.”

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It has been a long while since the last update, and I am not sure anyone is still around reading this tbh, but if you are, thank you for still being with me :) I mostly focus on artworking and put my greatest effort in becoming a better artist, but this story is still very dear to my heart, so, I truly thank you if you are still with me <3

And also, pardon any typo or mistake I might have made: even when I beta read myself, some things might escape my eye.😅🙏

I hope you will like this <3

--Nemo

[nemo-in-wonderland]

hiyooo, everyone <3

am feeling a tad better, but am still parked on the couch lolol

and because I honestly didn't have any energy to fight with my tablet (he is being a bit of a cunt lately), I asked the husband if he would be so kind as to provide me with pencil and paper, and of course, he provided.

that being said, it's been *years* since I last picked up my pencil and drew something, but ngl, it was kinda nice to relearn a bit how to draw traditionally rather than digitally.

mind you, nervewracking as fuck, because you get one shot, and unlike CPS, I cannot zoom in on the details or erase with ctrl z, but it was nice anyway.

And of course, my loves were the one I immediately went and drew, this time in their proper Victorian self.

What can I say, to me, these two are eternally waltzing together, the whole world disappearing around them, and there is no one else that matters but them.

I just love these two too much (and after more than 5 years, I am still so happy to have them wherever I go, imaginatively speaking <3)

Also who knows, if I feel inclined, I might finish it digitally :) (I do not dare using traditional colouring because nope, that's something that I never conquered lolol).

that being said, I will be back on watching some tv and practice some more :)

--Nemo

[aiza-luna]

Assassin's Creed Syndicate - Sanctity: Doña Aimée Isabelle Henriette Artois-Cotoner, La Condesa de Tortosa.

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-Portrait of Lady Aimée Artois, 1860.-

Aimée Isabelle Henriette Cotoner (Née Artois) was a French Philantropist, Socialite, Musician and Fashion Icon of the Spanish and French Courts in the 19th Century.

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The youngest daughter of Frederic Alphonse D'Artois , Comte d'Eu and his wife, Marie Johanna von Lamberg. Being the granddaughter of Charles Ferdinand D'Artois, Duke of Berry and great-granddaughter of Charles X of France.

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Born in 1830, the very year of the July Monarchy and the incredibly political tension in her country and her family. Aimée, despite being descendent of an Absolutist Monarchy Family, had her father and mother being much more alliegned with a Constitutional Monarchy, which made them eventually become allies to the French and Austrian Brotherhoods of Assassins.

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Born and raised in Eu, Normandy. She was kept away from the chaos of the court most of her life. Receiving the best education her father could provide, she grew up to be a refined, eloquent and clever young woman. A lover of the arts and it's many forms.

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Although her family's political connections to the Brotherhood, Aimée never showed interest in taking part in such business. Fearing what the connection between this other secret society could bring to her loved ones (Her family already have once being alliegned to the French Rite of the Templar Order), her worries would triple as her older sister, Félicité, married a Master Assassin of the Dutch Brotherhood and becamed an active ally to their cause.

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She herself would dwell more into this world after being married to Carlos Rafael Cotoner y Moncada, Conde de Tortosa. Despite being arranged, love bloomed among the couple, that would go on and have five children, even if only two were born.

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As the wife and mother of Spanish Master Assassins, her role in the Creed would fortify. The years spent among the Tenents would make her shape her world views to one closer to the Assassins, however, she never truly accepted or approved her husband and daughter's role in this. For she always lived afraid of loosing them in this secret war.

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A loving mother, a caring wife, a noblewoman of the House of Bourbon, descendent of the very Capetian Dynasty, proud of her family and legacy... A woman who left her mark on history for her donations to charities and her work in the development of arts and music.

Hélix Data Base / Entry of the Countess of Tortosa

Art by @gabmik

[ryesillustrates]

Silly little Assassin’s Creed- themed sketch page I did in ballpoint pen and a highlighter I found on the floor of my workplace.

I’m not totally confident in these sketches, but I’m trying to keep it as loose as possible and not be too stiff.

And I tried a bit more of an extreme angle with Arno. May or may not paint over these with gouache. We will see.

[ms-rampage]

Blades & Ballots - Chapter 2

Characters: Jacob Frye. Katherine Winchester (OC). Nathaniel Winchester (OC)

Word count: 1.5k+

Warnings: Some violence. Asshole father. Jacob needing Katherine as if she's his life source.

Previous chapter:

Katherine feels intoxicated in his arms. Their bodies are close together, dancing to the music, and their kiss makes her feel like she's under some sort of spell. Jacob can't believe this is happening. He has the woman he's quickly becoming obsessed with in his arms, her lips on his, her body pressed against him... He can not remember a moment in his life that he's ever felt so content, or... complete.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel, seeing his daughter in the arms of a strange man, immediately storms over, furious.

"Katherine!." He calls out to her, interrupting their moment.

She is quick to pull away from him and looks over at her father, startled. "Father?."

Jacob, confused by the interruption, looks over at Nathaniel, curious as to why he disrupted such an intimate moment.

"Who is he?." Her father asks, his voice authoritative.

Before she could answer him, Jacob answers for her. He has regained his composure, still standing close to her and looking at her father. "I'm Jacob Frye, sir."

The older man looks him over, looking a bit disapproving.

"And how exactly do you know my daughter?." He orders.

Katherine tries to intervene, "Father,-."

She is interrupting by him, "He is not of our status. He is not any of the suitors I picked out for you." He turns back to Jacob, "How do you know my daughter?."

He can tell that Nathaniel is one of "those" men. He looks annoyed again, seeing how he is treating his daughter like an object and not a real person. A wave of irritation washes over him. "I met your daughter only this evening, sir. We began to speak and discovered that we both enjoy the same things and share the same values and-."

He is interrupted by Nathaniel again. "And what kind of values do you share with her exactly?."

She begins to get annoyed at her father overreaction.

"Father, please, he meant no harm." She tries to reassure him, "We were just dancing."

Jacob can't keep quiet anymore. He can't stand the way he's treating her. He's trying to have her marry someone who could just be the worst kind of person, simply for politics... and she has no say in it...

"And there is nothing wrong with two people just dancing, sir. Your daughter is simply enjoying herself."

Katherine, come." He says before leaving.

She reluctantly follows him. "I'm sorry." She says to Jacob before leaving.

He feels disappointed that her father is taking her away from him. He can't help it. There is something about her that he can't describe... something that he doesn't want to walk away from.

"Wait." He's able to stop her before she left. He is relieved that he was able to stop her. "Please... don't go." He begs.

"I don't want to, but..." She looks towards her family's carriage waiting out front. "I have no say in this."

His irritation at the situation is replaced by sympathy. This innocent, sweet, perfect young woman is going to be forced into a marriage that she doesn't want, just because her father is more interested in how much money the man has, and how much power he might want.

"This isn't right... you should have a choice about what you want to do with your life." He tells her.

Katherine tries to hold back tears, "I've tried to change his mind, but... he's a very stubborn man."

For once, she felt a connection with someone who truly understands her, just for it to be ripped away by her conservative father.

It pained him to see her like this. This isn't right. She has no freedom... no choice in the matter... he wants desperately to protect her.

"Can't you refuse his wishes? Defy him and marry for love?."

"It's... its not that easy. I wish it were." She tells him.

He can see that she truly does want to be free. "Then... let me help you." He gently grabs her hand. "I will not allow him to force you into a marriage you don't want just for the sake of money and power."

"Katherine!." Nathaniel calls out, and he storms back into the building.

He shoves Jacob back, only for him to shove him back. Guards get involved, separated the two men.

He's getting more and more worked up. He wants to keep her for himself. He is not going to allow this man to take her from him. It's not just a matter of attraction. There is something more here.

"I'm not going to let you take her away from me!." Jacob shouts at him.

"You don't even know her!." Nathaniel shouts back at him.

Katherine is torn, wanting her freedom from her father's grasp and be with Jacob, and wanting to keep her inheritance and not be disowned by her family.

She tries to calm down her father, but he shoves her against a wall out of anger. Causing a gasp from nearby party goers.

Seeing this man treat her in such a way makes Jacob see red. The fact that he would shove her, his own daughter, is appalling... he is ready to fight to protect this woman.

"You bastard! Don't you put your hands on her!." He breaks from the guards' grasp. He is locked on to her father.

The other guards grab on to him, trying to restrain him.

"I'll do as I please with my daughter! She is my property!." Nathaniel snaps.

His anger is becoming uncontainable. The thought of this girl being property, this girl being under anyone's control, makes his blood boil.

The guards help Katherine up and take her to the carriage.

Jacob is fighting the guards, trying desperately to stop this. He is not about to let this happen. She deserves better than whatever her father has planned for her.

"No! Let her go!." He shouts. He breaks from the guards and runs outside towards the carriages. He chases after the one that has Katherine and her father.

After running and dodging other carriages, he manages to catch up to Katherine. He has to stop this... he has to do something.

"Wait! Let me talk to her!." His voice staggered from running. He manages to jump onto the moving carriage.

Nathaniel is furious, "Get off at once!."

Jacob doesn't care. He wants to talk to Katherine, "I just want to talk to her!."

"Stop the carriage!." She shouts to the driver.

The driver obeys her request, and the carriage comes to a halt. She immediately gets out of it, and runs into Jacob's arms.

Nathaniel steps out, and is beyong annoyed and furious, "You don't know when to stop, do you?."

He holds her protectively, his arm around her waist, keeping her close. He gives Nathaniel a defiant look.

"I don't give up on something I want. And I want her."

Her father rolls his eyes, "You don't know anything about her."

Jacob is becoming increasingly enraged, but he tries to keep calm for her sake. "And whose fault is that? Her father keeping her locked away like some caged animal? He doesn't let her live her life for herself. Her life isn't her own."

Nathaniel has already lost his patience. There simply can't be more for him to lose, "I don't need some low status commoner. Tell me how to raise my daughter. Money is power, and power comes from connections."

Jacob is completely furious. He's seen this happen many times before. The rich think they are above everyone else just because they have money. And they always think that money can control everything.

"You're willing to let your own daughter be unhappy just because you want power? You're more concerned with your own reputation than your daughter's happiness?."

Nathaniel's jaw clenches, "You will never understand what I-.". He is interrupted by Katherine.

"I don't want to be a pawn in your political gain. I don't want to marry someone old man who will never understand me. I don't want this." She tries to hold back her emotions, "I love Jacob, I want to be with him."

He takes a step forward, "Katherine, you go with him. You will be disinherited and disowned by the entire Winchester family."

Jacob's heart leaps. She wants him... she has chosen him, over the life she has always known and her family's money... she has chosen a life with him. He has never heard anything so wonderful in his entire life.

Her father, however, is furious.

"Then she should do what makes her happy... and if it means losing this power and money of yours, then so be it."

Nathaniel, without saying anything, word he gets back into the carriage and drives off. Leaving Katherine and Jacob.

He stares after the carriage, barely able to believe that everything that had just happened... he can't help but beam, and he hugs her tightly, with a huge grin on his face.

"My god.. you chose me." He says softly.

She felt a sense of relief. Finally, being free from her father's control, his grasp of her life, on her future, even if it cost her, her inheritance.

He's still astonished that she would choose him over that... but he's also so very thankful. She chose him over her father, over all the money in the world, over the only life she had ever known, even if it meant that this man would disown her, cast her aside, and lose her inheritance.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself after all that drama.

She knows she's making a mistake, but she doesn't care. She doesn't want to marry for power. She wants to marry for love.

His heart aches knowing what she's done for him. He feels guilty. But he can't deny how overjoyed he is that she would make such an enormous sacrifice to be with him.

"Just out of curiosity, if I proposed to you right now... would you say yes?."

Katherine feels her heart race, "Yes, yes I would."

Jacob's heart skips a beat. He has another huge grin on his face... he can't believe this is happening. This gorgeous woman has just chosen to give everything up to be with him to be with him. He would do anything for her. He would give her anything.

[aiza-luna]

NO WAIT A MOMENT BC YOU ACTUALLY COOKED???

Call me Jacob Frye because I do whatever I want because I can

[poffzy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACOB AND EVIE FRYE!!!

Here are all the drawing I did for him and my friend, @kimsaidhii , character Charlie Calloway the vigilante serial killer

They wouldve beat me uo severely if i did not post this on tumblr, in fact they are next to me reading out loud what in typing. Sos.

Fr tho, u my bestie enjoy the drawings :]