#Spanish Hoopoe 🐦💛

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ASSASSIN'S CREED SYNDICATE - SANCTITY: Nightly Haunt.

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December 19th, 1888

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Cold.

That's all that she felt, cold. The terrible weather in London that seemed to loom over her. It was December, winter was already at the door... The thick snow covering most of the streets as she returned to her home.

The Estate she ordered the build in 1874, named "Hampton Manor", for the water meadow located in it's proximities. A place of quietude located in Hastings... She wanted to live closer to the sea side, like when she lived in Spain, feeling closer to her home.

As she reached the door, she found... Odd. There was no servant to greet her, and the carriege she came from was gone. She stood alone, in the wintery night... A shiver ran down her spine, but not by the weather.

Something was wrong.

Shaking the feeling, she opened the doors of her house, the wood cracking loudly across the entrance. There was only silence.

No cheerful chatting from the maids, no chandelier and bright lights, or the preparations for the upcoming Christmas. Only... Silence. And a faint light coming from some weak candles.

- Ms. Scotts? Ms. Wilson? Mr. Briggs? - She called loudly, but her only response was dead silence.

Something was really wrong.

She walked a bit further across the entrance, but she stopped as she felt her boots stomp over something... Wet.

The soft sound of liquid moving and dropping echoed, making her frown.

- Pero lo que és es... - The Spaniard murmured in confusion, stopping mid-sentence, reaching out for one of the lit candles, grabbing the holder.

She placed it near the puddle she stepped over... To her horror. It wasn't water.

It was blood.

Her expression grew to shock, her heart sinking to her chest as her instincts went sky-high. Someone had entered her house, and killed one of her staff.

Her thoughts were running in miles per hour, her heartbeat rising... How could that happened?!

She light up around the puddle, spotting a cold pale hand flat across the floor... Ms. Carter, one of the oldest maids in the house. The woman was brutally murdered, her maid dress torn apart, her chest opened as her organs were spreas around her body. 

Her eyes stared at the grotesque display in front of her. She wasn't a stranger to death, but seeing a friend in such gruesome state... It filled her with revolt. Sheer anger and worry for what else happened in her house.

She started to walk over the house, stopping more bloody puddles as she walk, the very floors of her beloved mansion painted in crimson. She refused to look at the bodies, for now... She had to discover who did such animalistic attack against her staff.

That's when she noticed the staircase... A bloody trail tainted the blue carpet that was placed on it. The Assassin walked up in light and silence steps, holding the candle holder firmly on her hand.

Silently following the trail, with only the sound of the wind outside, she stopped when she realized the trail continue, down the hallway. A goosebump ran over her spine. That's wasn't good.

She continued after a deep breath, following the macabre trail... Until she froze, her pulse accelarating once more and her body turning cold.

That was her Children's Playroom. Her free hand trembled as she reached for the door knob, the creek of the wood was almost deafining...

... The room was pitch black dark, with no light turned on. She held her breath as she turned on the light bulb... And felt her heart sink down her stomach.

There was blood everywhere. On the wallpapers, on the toys, on the floor... A carnage spread for any poor soul that entered to witness. On the floor, layed four petit bodies, covered in white sheets, soaked red with blood, only their feet visible.

She felt the tears pouring down her cheeks as she rushed towards the bodies, sobbing loudly as she touched them over the cover. Cold. Dead cold... Her white gloves becoming stainted as well, but she didn't care. 

A aching pain ripped across her whole being... She wanted to scream, to cry, to yell until the air was gone from her lungs. She wanted to tear her own flesh, to sink her fingers on her body to make the pain in her being more bearable.

Her children, her beloved children... No Mother could stand what she was witnessing.

- Alyssa... James... Miranda... Leo... - She murmured, as she cuppered the face of the last body, her youngest son, Leonardo, over the sheet. - Perdóname.., Ay mis amores,  Perdóname... - The Assassin pleaded quietly in a thin voice, broken and filled with hopelessness, as she lowered her head and let the tears flow down.

- What a lovely family reunion! - A new voice said, breaking the mouring of the Spaniard, who quickly reacted. Turning to face the new arrival, her eyes wided when she saw who it was.

The young man with light brown hair and and blue eyes, wearing a dark cloack and coat, his physic towering over hers considerally.

- Jack...? - She murmured in desbelief. The orphan Jacob took under his wing, long ago. Jack Cohen, a poor boy from a family of Jewish-Polish immigrants, that ended up in an Asylum, being freed after the downfall of Crawford Starrick and took by her husband.

She knew that boy since he entered in their lives. He witnessed the birth of her children, she tried to look for him and understand him, like a mother. And now...

- You... - She murmured, her expression shifting. -... It's was you?! - The Spaniard groaned, anger building up whitin her, ready to explode.

- A masterful piece, wouldn't you agree, Mrs. Frye? - The man replied, smirking as she held the knife, caressing the tip of it with his finger. - This is what the Assassins are! The true potential of the Creed! - He exclaimed, opening his arms.

She clentched her teeth. How dared him?!

- This is not the Creed, you monster!! This is your twisted delirium!! - The Assassin stood up, pointing her blooded glove towards the killer, her eyes filled with rage. - ¡Eres un demonio! ¡¡Un demonio que entró en nuestras vidas y las convirtió en un infierno!! - Solange screamed in anger, but Jack didn't fazed, or stopped smiling.

- Strong words, coming from a woman, my Lady... - He mused darkly, his eyes filled with a sadistic glee. - I'm not sure Jacob is being very fond of your language. - The Ripper continued, pointing his blade to a corner of the room.

She didn't saw it when she entered... She could swear that part was empty. But now, it was her worst nightmare. Sitting in the swinging chair in the room, the same chair she spend nights breastfeeding and singing her children to sleep... Was now covered in blood.

Jacob was sitting there. His eye swallowed, his face bleeding and his Master Assassin uniform torn brutally. His chest was open, his guts falling over his lap, as his other organs were spread on his feet, followed by his hands and Assassin Gauntlet, his heart... Was right under her feet.

Solange let out an horrorfied gasp, one of her hands covering her mouth. He wasn't covered like their children... He was left to the naked eye to see, like a grim taunt towards her.

- JACOB!! - She cried instinctively, running towards him, almost slipping over the pool of blood. She leaned towards him, her hands shaking as she cuppered his face... His cheeks were ice cold, his skin pale with purple bruises, and his eyes... Oh God, his eyes.

Milky, opaque... Lifeless. His hazel-green eyes didn't greet her with his typical glow of joy and love, but only mirroring her reflection in an empty gaze, a dead stare. She let out a loud sob.

- Jacob, mi amor... - The Assassin murmured in another hipccup... Why? Why did this happened?! Why them?! Why not her?! - Mi amor, perdóname... Por favor... - She pleaded silently, hugging what was now her husband's corpse.

The Ripper did nothing but soft chuckle at the display in front of him. That made the Spanish Assassin rage. The Creed, her composion, everything was second-handed. She wanted him to pay for ever entering in her life.

- ¡¡MALDITO!! - She screamed at the top of her lungs, withdrawing her hidden blades, she charged towards him, pressing him up against the wall. As she would strike, he headbutt her, dizzing her briefly, before strincking a blow with his arm.

She stepped back, defending from another kick, but as she attack, her punch was blocked, and she got kicked in the stomach. The younger man didn't losted time and pinned her down with his body weight, the Assassin held his arm back, kicking his abdomen and rolling over him, moving one of her arms, but he quickly moved to grab her neck, pinning her down once more.

- Don't worry, Mrs. Frye. - He grumbled sadistically. - I'll make sure you go after your husband and children. After all, you have already left them alone with me, right? - Jack teased in a hiss, watching the Assassin gasp for air under him.

He raised his blade, aiming towards her forehead.

- Welcome them in the death, Lady Cotoner... And have a nice family reunion. - He commanded in a excited tone, his eyes filled with a maniacal glow.

That was the last thing she saw, before everything went black...

... Solange gasped out in panic, her body rising in a jolted motion. Her face was sweaty and her eyes filled with panik. She blinked a few times, adjusting with the lack of light in her bedroom... Only the moon illuminated her place.

Her train of thoughts were interrupted by a soft snort. As she turned to see her side, she saw a figure she immediatly recognized: Jacob.

Her husband was deep asleep, bandaged as his wounds healed in a slow but assured pace. The now trademarked eyepatch over his left eyes as he layed against the pillow.

His hair messy and the bedsheets over him. She let out a deep relieved sigh, placing a hand over her chest. 

Smiling silently, she moved one of her hands to touch his hair, gently moving his bangs off his face... She sweetly caressed his brown hair, a few strings of gray hair appearing, a sign of his stress during the Autumn of Terror.

He was there. With her. By her side, on their bed...

... Everything was fine.

That was just a nightmare.

Jack was dead, unable to do anymore harm to him or their family... But that wasn't because of her, but because of Evie.

It was only Evie, because she wasn't there.

It was Evie... Not her, that ended that nightmare.

She failed. She failed to protect them.

The Spaniard bit her lips, exhaling through her nose. She sitted on the bed for a few moments, contemplating everything... The mission on Morocco was sucessful. They managed to calm the tensions between Spain and Morocco, she herself had audiances with Hassan I of Morocco, discussing not only regarding to the Spanish influence on the country, but also about the slave trade still practiced within the nation.

Yet, still... All of this came with the cost of leaving her husband behind. Leave her young children behind. God and all Saints be praised for Caroline's good heart in keeping her children safe in Crawley.

But she only did so because she wasn't there to protect them, like a mother should... And that hurted. More than any stab or bullet she took while in Morocco, aiding the local Brotherhood.

With a soft sigh, the Countess got off the bed and silently walked towards the door to the balcony. Opening it, revealed her the chilly winter air, which made her shiver instantly, her night gown softly blowing along the breeze.

No matter how many years passed, she could never get used to the cold. Prefering the warmer mediterrenean weather of her homeland. Still, the fresh air of the woods surrounding the manor brought her a bit of comfort... It matched the coldness and guilty that was chilling all over her soul.

She stood there, near the balcony railing, feeling the cold of the wintery night for minutes, her gaze lost in the darkness.

- I thought you were a Hoopoe, Sunshine, not an Owl. - A male raspy and tired voice chimmed, breaking the dead silence of the moment, making her turn around.

Her husband stood there, on his night shirt, holding a candelabrum in his hand. His gaze curious and sleepy, as he watched her.

- Jacob... - She stated quietly, knowing the hour and the state he was in. -... Perdóname, cariño, ¿te desperté? - Solange inquired gently, moving her hands away from the balcony railings.

- You didn't, the bed just felt empty without you. - He replied in a soft tone, walking closer to her. - Sol, sweetheart, is everything alright? - Jacob asked, recognizing the look of sadness on his wife's face.

- I'm fine. - She replied calmly, flashing a small smile. - I just... Needed air. - The Spanish Lady murmured, looking back into the dark woods.

Jacob rose an eyebrow, visibly not buying her words. A look for concern still present on his features.

- I didn't knew people need to take a blow of winter air on their faces at late night when they don't sleep. - He replied with a bit of sarcasm, Solange smiled a bit more... Even after all those years, he was still as sharp as ever.

- I'll take you don't believe me, right? - She inquired rhetorically, he smiled.

- Not for a moment, love. - Jacob affirmed, Solange shook her head amused, but his smile flatted as he continued to watch her. - Solange, darling, we have been through this... Please tell me what's wrong. - He pleaded gently, reaching out his hand on hers.

Solange looked at him, her honey-brown eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Fear, embarassment, hesitation, worry... Everything a confusion mess on her orbs.

- I... Had a nightmare. - She admitted. God, that sounded so silly out loud. Almost like she was a scared child confessing to their parent.

Jacob looked at her puzzled.

- A nightmare? - He repeated, before he realized what she was implying, his expression softning but still had a worried gaze with his hazel-green eye. - Love... Are you still thinking about it? - He wondered gently, already knowing the awnser.

- There isn't a day I'm not thinking about it, Jacob. - Solange replied, her tone quiet and guilty. - If only I was here with you, if only I was here to protect the children... I left you alone with that psicópata, what kind of wife am I? What kind of mother am I? - The brunette started to murmur with a heavy voice, her grip on his hand tightning slightly.

Jacob moved to her side, looking at her gently. - A wonderful wife and mother, and a wonderful Master Assassin. - He replied with kindness and conviction. - You had to do a mission, it was you duty. - The British said, trying to give her some reassurance.

- I know. - She argued. - But that mission costed my presence here. It cost my presence when my family needed me the most. - Solange said, visibly frustrated with the situation.

- Solange, it's over. - Jacob said, frowning in worry at his wife's constant repetition of what happened. - Jack is dead, the children are safe. The Moroccan Brotherhood needed you and your apprentices from Barcelona. - He continued.

Solange looked at him, moving her free hand to his face, gently caressing his cheek, over to the eyepatch he worn on his left eye. It broke her heart to know Jack, that maldito beated him until his eye was swallowed... It hurted not seeing both his hazel-green eyes sparkling joyfully at her.

- I'll never forgive myself for leaving, Jacob... Not when you needed me. - She confessed in a whisper. - I failed you... Lo siento mucho... - The Spaniard pleaded in a thin voice. Her honey-brown eyes carried all the misery and tiredness that her own blame brought upon her.

Jacob's expression dropped to one of pain and empathy. Even after all this years, Solange was still the same: Keeping blaming herself in silence, dwelling on the guilt of her choices until it chocked her alive. He hated that, he hated watching her trying to take the weight of the world on her shoulders because of her sense of duty, as a wife and as an Assassin.

The Gang Leader slowly moved his arm around her, bringing her closer to him in a hug, his other hand still holding the candelabrum.

- Sol, my darling... - He started, his voice gentle but firm. -... You didn't failed me, and you didn't failed our family. We didn't knew what Jack would have become... And what would he do. - the patriarch murmured, his tone filled with sorrow and resignation over his apprentice's death.

- I don't want you to blame yourself for not being prepared for what we didn't knew. - He affirmed softly, feeling her grip on his nightshirt tightning briefly. - I don't hold that against you, neither do the children... So don't do this for us. - Jacob concluded, hugging her tighter.

They stood like that for a few minutes, despite the coldness of the night, their warmth protected and comforted one another.

-... Gracias mi amor. - Solange said in a quiet and soft tone, slowly looking up at him. -... Gracias por todo. - She continued, giving a soft kiss on his eyepatch, making Jacob smiled.

- You're welcome, mí amor. - He replied lovingly, caressing her cheek with his thumb in a soothing manner, his british accent heavy as he spoke in her mother-tongue. - Now, let's go inside and you tell me about that nightmare... - Jacob started, moving her gently towards inside the room.

- That won't be needed, Jacob... - Solange tried to argue, but her only awnser from him was a smirk. 

- Of course it is! I wouldn't allow a nightmare to be in the way of my wife's sleep. I'll chase it off myself, if I need to. - He replied in a more playful manner.

The Spanish Noblewoman couldn't help but smile, it was just like in the first years they have met... His humor and witty never faded, only calmed with time.

- I know you will, mi grajo tonto... - The brunette returned in a tender but playful tone, resting her head on his shoulder.

She may never forgive herself, but she knew that her Rook would always have his Hoopoe by his side, from now on, that was a promise she made for herself. They were two birds that would never leave each other.

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FINALLY.

I FINALLY DID ANOTHER JACOB x SOLANGE DRABBLE!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Recently I have been seeing a lot of stuff about the Jack the Ripper DLC and it inspired me to work on this little scene! 🫶🏽

I really wanted to work on this since, unlike most OCs in the Fandom I saw, Solange was not witnessing the Autumn of Terror, instead, she was in Morocco, aiding the local Brotherhood in the amids of political tension with her country. (She is still a member of the Spanish Brotherhood afterall), so this lack of participation when her family needed the most took a tool on her, and I wanted to portray this guilt she would feel. 😔🥲

(This is also my way to explain why Ubisoft didn't made Jacob's wife appear in the DLC, although we all know is because they didn't wanted to give Jacob a Canon love interest.)

Although is not mentioned in the fic, their oldest son Emmett was in a mission in Wales, hence why he was also not in London when Jack started his reign of chaos. The only children mentioned (Alyssa, James, Miranda and Leonardo) are their youngest children, all still kids at that time.

Caroline is a character from "ACS: Sanctity", she is a maid in the Standford Estate and Solange's best friend when she arrived in London. In 1888, she is the Frye Family's Governess and Tutor, she was send to Crawley to watch over the children by Jacob, who feared Jack would try to hunt them down in Hastings. (Where their main house/ estate was located and Jack knew about)

I'm really proud of how this scene turned out! I wanted to show more of Sol and Jacob as a married couple, after all the events of my fic 🥹

I really hope I manage to give a taste of what their relationship ended up like, middle-aged Solob has my heart 🫶🏽

Well, that's all for now! Hope you all enjoy it! 🩵

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Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Frye by @aiza-luna

Jacob Frye by Ubisoft

Caroline Mason, Alyssa Esperanza Frye-Cotoner, James Sebastián Frye-Cotoner, Miranda Christine Frye-Cotoner, Leonardo Theodore Frye-Cotoner by @aiza-luna

Cover Editing by _We.are.Assassin_

Writting by @aiza-luna

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- Portrait of Solange Cotoner at the Headquarters of the Spanish Brotherhood in Barcelona, 1867 -

Lady Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois (1848 - 1926) also known as Lady Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Frye and Dame Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois, as well as by her nickname "Noble Assassin of Tarragona" and her noble title as "Condesa de Tortosa" (Countess of Tortosa), was an Spanish Philantropist, Naturalist, Paleotologist Noblewoman and Master Assassin of the Spanish and British Brotherhoods of Assassins active during the 19th Century. Born in Tortosa, in the Provice of Tarragona, in Catalonia, Crown of Aragon, Solange was the oldest daughter of Carlos Rafael Cotoner y Moncada, Count of Tortosa and his wife, Aimée Isabelle Henriette Artois and older sister of the famous swordwoman Serena Hélène Josefina Cotoner-Artois. Rightful Heiress to her father's maritime business and noble title, she was raised into the Assassins Ways by Carlos and his sibilings, all members of the Spanish Council of Assassins, much to her mother's worry. She becamed a Master Assassin in 1866, after sucessfully killing her target, the Templar Raúl de La Cruz. In 1867, she was send to England to aid the British Brotherhood, as a spy along her aunt Desirée Charlotte Madeleine Pleydell-Bouviere to Henry Green, also known as "The Ghost". Solange played a important role in the Liberation of London in 1868, and later, she was of vital importance to track down the Piece of Eden known as The Holy Grail, along with avoiding the rise of power of the Neo British Templar Rite in the years of 1870 and 1874. After the Liberation of London, she married her fellow Brother-in-Creed, the British Master Assassin and Gang Leader Sir Jacob Frye. She was the one responsible for the truce and diplomatic missions to Morocco in 1887-1888 in amids of the Spanish-Moroccan political tensions, she was also responsible of the rift and tension between the Spanish Council and British Council, after she stood for their lack of action in regards to the Autumn of Terror. Solange was a direct descendent of the legendary Spanish Mentor Renato Valentino Cotoner, the one responsible to modernize the Spanish Creed in the 17th Century. Solange is a Franco-Spanish Assassin of Moroccan-Moorish, Greek, Russian and German Ancestry. Her family comes from Assassins and Knights at the service of the Spanish Crown.

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Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Character Chart.

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Character’s full name: Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois.

Reason or meaning of name: "Solange" means both "Solemn" and "Sun Angel", in reference to her sun coding.

Character’s nickname: Sol, Solecito (by her family), Sunshine, Sunny, Little Hoopoe (by Jacob).

Reason for nickname: Sun Symbolisms, is something may people associate with her for her warm tones, joyful personality and honey-brown eyes. As for Hoopoe, is her theme bird, an animal she loves to hear sing when walking on the gardens of her home back in Tortosa. 🐦💛

Birth date: June 21st, 1848.

Physical appearance

Age: 20 years old (Syndicate) / 40 years old (JTR)

How old does he/she appear: She appears to be around her age, between 18-22.

Weight: 55 Kg / 121 lb

Height: 1.63 cm / 5 ft 4.2 inches.

Body build: Slim and athletic/fit, with noticable muscles compared to the average victorian lady.

Shape of face: Diamond Shape.

Eye color: Honey-Brown.

Glasses or contacts: None.

Skin tone: Warm Olive Complexion.

Distinguishing marks: Her Vitiligo Sploches spread across her face and body that she hides with make-up.

Predominant features: Her nose, lips and face generally resemble Arabian-Moorish people, her features were inhereted by her ancestor that was a Moorish Knight.

Hair color: Dark Copper Brown.

Type of hair: 2B Wavy Hair.

Hairstyle: Traditional Victorian Bun (in the day), A side braid falling over her shoulder (as an Assassin).

Voice: Mezzo soprano, always soft spoken and eloquent.

Usual fashion of dress: ... Victorian Fashion? That's her era's fashion lol.

Favorite outfit: Her "Foreigner Visitor" Outfit! Is the dress she introduced herself with to the British Brotherhood. 🥹

Jewelry or accessories: Always a sun-themed jewelry, be a necklace, earrings or ring! After she got with Jacob, he gave her a jewelry with his hair, that she uses on her necklace.

Personality

Good personality traits: Caring, Loyal, Empathetic, Collected, Polite and Well-Versed in many topics.

Bad personality traits: Proud, Strong-Tempered, Overly Brutal, Secretive, Gets Defensive Easily.

Mood character is most often in: Calm and keeping her posture.

Sense of humor: She doesn't joke easily, only opening up as she bonds with people. She can be quite cheeky and witty, and she tends to hide her laughs anytime she hears a dirty joke, in fear of being "not proper".

Character’s greatest joy in life: Help her country and her people, honor her family.

Character’s greatest fear: Watch the Templars win and control the people/ the masses,disappoint her family.

Character is most at ease when: Surround by nature in the woods of her estate, walking in the beach back at Tarragona, at the sunset, feeling the cool sand on her feet.

Most ill at ease when: Surrounded by a strange crowd, feeling their gaze judging her and her skin, her condition.

Enraged when: People don't listen to her concerns or thoughts.

Depressed or sad when: There are more damage/ deaths than there was suppost to be on the mission, when she sees the condition of the lower class in London... All that misery and pain breaks her heart.

Priorities: Eliminate the Templars in the British Court and their influences. Ensure the Piece of Eden's safety.

Life philosophy: "As nobles, is our duty to serve others, and not the other way around. We will fight, for their safety and their choice of free will."

Character’s soft spot: Animals. Literally all animals. (aside the ones that transmit diseases, looking at the rats-)

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Yes! She becamed Desmond's Dogsitter after she met him.😭 (She begged Mrs. Disraeli to let her take care of him once in a while-)

Greatest strength: Her Persistance and Sense of Duty.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Her Self-Image and her Skin Condition.

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: The amount of suitor refusals she got. For a noblewoman, that is quite the failure. 🥲

Character’s darkest secret: Her Family Tree is generally composed of Templars, aside her Family Branch.

Does anyone else know? Well, yes. The Cotoners of the Spanish Rite are quite infamous, specially with the other Templar Rites... However, she tries to avoid telling about her Templar-Relatives to the other divisions of the Brotherhood.

Goals

Drives and motivations: Fullfil her mission as an Assassin and honor her bloodline, following the Footsteps of her Greatgreatgreatgreat-Grandfather who becamed the Mentor of the Spanish Brotherhood.

Immediate goals: Aid the British Brotherhood in reclaiming London. Assure the Pieces of Eden in Britain stay out of Templar's hands.

Long term goals: Find a husband, work on improving/financing the development of medicine, science and arts, giving more access to those things to the lower classes.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Using the Assistance of her fellow Assassins and her connections in Queen Victoria's Court with her aunt and uncle.

How other characters will be affected: Generally this will have a good impact on both the Brotherhood and the London Society. (Can't really see this going wrong?)

Past

Hometown: Tortosa, in the Province of Tarragona, Catalonia - Spain.

Type of childhood: Shelted. She was kept mostly inside because of her Vitiligo (that was still being studies at the time), was constantly visited by doctors. Tutored at home with the best education money could by, she would only go out in cloudly days or at night... It was a bit lonely, but not different from other upper-class children her age.

First memory: Her and her mother Aimée on her Estate's Garden, she was only two years old, in her mother's arms and she watched a Hoopoe singing on top of a tree.

Most important childhood memory: The day she discovered about the existance of the Order and the Brotherhood, and how they shaped history across the centuries, also the trigger of her decision to join the fight as an Assassin.

Childhood hero: Her father, Carlos Rafael Cotoner, her Greatgreatgreatgreat-Grandfather Raimon Vicente Cotoner, and, as an Assassin Novice, Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

Education: High-Level Education, as it was expected of a noblewoman. She studies languages, arts, sciences, astronomy, physics, politics and militarism. (The latter was quite scandalous for the time, however, as Carlos' heiress, he believed both his daughters to be capable women that deserved to have their full potential refined by education.)

Religion: Catholicism.

Finances: Loaded, she's a noblewoman of an old family, and her family runs many businesses (From Maritime Trade in Catalonia, to fields of agriculture in Andalusia and a brand of weaponery in Castille).

Present

Current location: London, Capital of England.

Currently living with: Her aunt Desirée Charlotte Madeleine Pleydell-Bouverie (Neé Artois) and her uncle Hon. Thomas Pleydell-Bouverie, in the Stanford Manor in ST Albans, Hertfordshire.

Pets: She has a mini-zoo back in her family's estate in Tortosa! She loves studying and caring for "weird" animals, her three favorites are: A Platypus named "Tortita", a Kiwi Bird named "Coco" and an Echidna named "Cojín"! 🩵

Religion: Catholicism.

Occupation: Master Assassin of the Spanish Brotherhood.

Finances: Loaded.

Family

Mother: Aimée Isabelle Henriette Artois-Cotoner.

Relationship with her: Pretty good! They clash sometimes but love each other, despite all of Aimée's concerns for the safety of her daughter in the Assassin-Templars war. 🥹

Father: Carlos Rafael Cotoner y Moncada, Conde de Tortosa.

Relationship with him: They adore each other! Carlos see Sol as his little girl, and Sol looks up to her father as an Assassin and as a noble! 🤲🏽

Siblings: Serena Hélène Josefina Cotoner-Artois (Younger Sister)

Relationship with her: Incredibly good, all things considered. They annoy each other, tease each and everything, but they got each other's back at anytime and wouldn't hesitate to kill to protect one another. In the end, they're sisters and love each other deeply. 🤲🏽🩵

Other important family members: Leopoldo di Sanseverino, Signore di Monterforte Irpino (Serena's Fiancé). They also get along well, despite Sol not approving their decision to delay their courtship more than the usual to "keep getting to know each other before marrying". xD

Favorites

Color: Orange, Yellow, Turquoise and Aquamarine. 🩵

Least favorite color: Gray and monocromatic palettes, and "dirty" shades of color (specially dirty brown and dirty yellow).

Music: Jazz Music (modern era), Classic and Traditional Spanish Music.

Food: Sea Food (Specially shrimp, octopus and caviar) and sweets. (Specially with Mangos, Oranges, Pineapples, Pomegranates and Cherries).

Literature: She likes books with supernatural elements, but she also likes books of philosophy and SPECIALLY about Dinossaurs/Fossil. She's also a big sucker for romance books.

Form of entertainment: Read books on her underwear while eating a tart in her guest room, horse ride, stroll in the nature, observe the birds, collect fossils and gemstones.

Mode of transportation: Her Andalusian Mare called "Coronilla", she loves riding her across the streets of Tortosa. In London, she also preffers to horse ride than use a carriege, using one of her aunt's horses for so: "Idunn", a Friesian Mare.

(tho she drives a carriege much better than the twins-)

Most prized possession: The lower jaw of a Spinosaurid Dinosaur she found once in her family's terrain while she digged the garden. It was her first fossil and she found when she was around 8 years old... She keeps it in her collection and would literally kill if someone touch it. xD

Habits

Hobbies: Collect Fossils and Gemstones, Dance, Write Poems/ Thoughts in her notebook, Scrapbooking, Horse Ride, Aim Train, Physical/ Combat Training, Read, Embrodery, Study/Note about weird species/phenomena.

Plays a musical instrument? Piano! She's very skilled on the Piano and on Cello (Influence by her mother, Aimée, that insisted she would indulge a bit in the arts)

Plays a sport? Parkour, Running, Swimming, Hiking and Badminton (with her aunt).

Drinks: Mostly Wine (Red and Rosy Wines) and Rum. (Specially Porto Rican Rum, that is more refined in taste.)

What does she do too much of? Spend time putting on make-up to hide her Sploches.

What does she do too little of? Dancing. She loves to dance, but gets self-conscious about a partner potentially judging her and her appearance while they dance so close. 🥲

Extremely skilled at: Analysing Situations and Combat.

Extremely unskilled at: Cleaning. She has no idea how to clean a place. (In the sense of getting a broom and using it, not in the sense of keeping it organized) 😭

Nervous tics: Tends to shift her eyes whenever she feels nervous towards the wall by her side, also drums her fingers on her fan while holding it.

Usual body posture: Straight, tall and well-postured, with her hands on her sides or on front of her skirt, held one over the other.

Mannerisms: Tends to sit down with both legs together and her hands on her knees, tilts her head slightly when confused, like a bird. Will whistle while concentrated and hum a song sometimes. Will nuzze against Jacob's neck, brushing her nose against him like a bird. khkhjjkk

Peculiarities: Her nails grow surpriseling fast, so she always has to trim them. Will switch between Spanish and English when too excited, will occasionally curse while dressed as an Assasin bc Assassin Sol is very different than noble/common Sol. Lol

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist, although tries to keep a realistic view on things.

Introvert or extrovert? Introverted going to ambivert. (Jacob is slowly getting her to loose a bit)😭

Daredevil or cautious? Cautious, 100%, as many Assassins.

Logical or emotional? A mixture of both, she can be very logical but also very emotional, it depends on the situation... But generally, she tried to be as logical as possible. 🥲

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat, she doesn't STAND a messy place. XD

Prefers working or relaxing? Working first, relaxing later. She's of the philosophy that the job must be well-done so the relaxation can be worth it. 🫶🏽☀️

Confident or unsure of herself? As an Assassin? Confident AF she knows she can deliver. As a noblewoman? Not so much... 🥲

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: Mixted feelings, many mixted feelings... Overall, she pushes herself to be the best Assassin she can be, so at least she can feel proud about one of her aspects.

One word the character would use to describe self: "Defective".

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: "A sick woman... An Assassin that will fight until my very last breath."

What does the character consider her best personality trait? "My loyalty to the Creed."

What does the character consider her worst personality trait? "My insecurities about my skin."

What does the character consider her best physical characteristic? Her eyes, everyone compliments them and their light yellow hue under the sunlight.

What does the character consider her worst physical characteristic? Her white sploches, they just "look so wrong and ugly..."

How does the character think others perceive him/her: As a sick woman unfit to give healthy heirs to a household without the "thing" on her skin. As an Assassin and as the Greatgreatgreatgreat-Granddaughter of Raimon Vicente Cotoner, they expect her to be as expectional as her ancestor.

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Definetly get rid of her condition to look "normal", she sometimes wished she could be "frail" and "fair-skinned" like the other noblegirls that were the beauty standarts of the era... Because her more athletic build, darker complexion and skin condition, she feels ugly compared to the beauty standarts. 🥲

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A bit of an info dump about my dear Solange asked by my friend @navis18 , thank you so much, girl! 🥹🤲🏽💛

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I'm working on a more complete ref sheet for her, but so far, this is the more detail I get can get with my dear Spanish Assassin. ☀️💛

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(Also gonna tag @corvus-the-trickster here bc if they ever want to draw Sol, is always good to have info dump of her. You tag me on Amelia stuff, I tag you on Sol's lol 🫶🏽💛)

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Birdie Girlies? Birdie Girlies!!

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My sketches of my OCs in the Harpy!AU of AC: Syndicate made by the incredible @corvus-the-trickster ! They made an AU with all the AC: Syndicate Main Assassins as harpy-human hybrids and I couldn't miss the opportunity to draw my Spanish Girls as their theme birds, bc I love bird mortifs!! 🥹🩵

Thank you once again, Corvus, for allowing me to draw them in your AU! Everyone, go check them out if you guys love the Frye Twins!! 🙏🏽🩵

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In summary, Solange would be an Euroasian Hoopoe Harpy, her appearance as a whole breaks the line of the other Assassins to show that she's not a member of the British Brotherhood, but of the Spanish Brotherhood aiding them!

Like a real Hoopoe, the feathers in her hair raise up, mostly when she feels threatned/ alerted/ surprised. She emits a soft call and her flight is surpriseling quiet... Unlike the Twins, only her father is an Assassin (Harpy), her mother being a common human, making her humanoid form even less... Well, bird-like lol. She mingles among humans almost perfectly, talons-aside.

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Her younger sister, Serena, is a White Swan Harpy! She rarely uses her harpy form since she doesn't belong to the Brotherhood... Doesn't mean she doesn't aid them whenever they need.

Her flight is almost as silent as her sister's, and aside the screetching noise she can produce to leave others desoriented, her biggest ability is her swimming capacity, being able to dive and move in the water with grace and agility. Aside her talons, she also possess sharp mouth-edges, similar to the beak of a Swan/Goose, to which she sometimes uses to attack an enemy.

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"Simply Solange" Outfit Concepts - Part II.

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"A mixture of elegance and deadly, a perfect outfit for a Noble Assassin with Moorish Roots."

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HELLO EVERYONE!! IT'S ME AGAIN!! :3

Another day, another WIP of my darling Solange Cotoner with her Standart Assassin Outfit!! I think I managed to get the cut of Spanish Military AND Moorish cultural influence while keeping the flair of high-society and richness Sol has! ☀️💛

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What do you guys think? Which color palette fits Sol better? I would love to hear your opinions on this design! 🥹🙏🏽🩵

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(PS: Tagging @corvus-the-trickster bc their sketching of outfits for Amelia inspired my lazy ass to do the same for Sol, thx Jordyn jgjfkkk XD)

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"Simply Solange" Outfit - first concept.

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HEY, HEY, EVERYONE! I Finally got back with something new... With my first sketch of Sol's Assassin Outfit! 🥹🩵

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It's far from being fully concluded since there are tons of details I need to polish/ clean, but so far, I'm really proud of the result! 🥹🐦💛☀️

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As you guys can see, I referenced a lot the outfit of Maria from the "Assassin's Creed Movie", who takes place in Andalusia, Spain. I like to think the colors of Aguillar and Maria were the base for the colors and shapes of the Spanish Brotherhood of Assassins, Solange follows this same line, just with her outfit being cutted in a 19th Century/ "Modern" cut to follow the Era's fashion! :3

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You can also see Sol has tons of details in her outfit, that's bc girly is rich and she will flex her money on embrodery, while still keeping the practicity and coverage of the Assassins. 💅🏽✨

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[aiza-luna]

LOOK AT HOW PRETTY MY GIRL IS 🥹🥺🤲🏽☀️💛

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THE PRETTIEST HOOPOE OF ENGLAND, THE SUN OF TARRAGONA!! THE ASSASSIN OF MOORISH ROOTS! 💛🫶🏽

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I'M SO PROUD OF HOW SHE'S TURNING OUT AAAAAAAAA

* Happy Squeals in Mermaid *

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( Ft. Me working on Amelia's drawing along side Sol's in the corner 😭)

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* AAAAAAAAAA Moment * bc all the texture in the dress is going to be the death of me, but is so worth the pain!! She's turning out wonderfully!! 🥹🩵

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I'm so excited to work more on her wardrobe in general (a warm up for the other things I'm cooking regarding other OCs from some moots 🥰)

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Anyways, my Spanish Sun is looking lovely! 🥹🫶🏽💛☀️

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Another Episodes of: ✨ Aiza W.I.Ps ✨

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FT. SOLANGE COTONER

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As mentioned, this is a W.I.P of one of Sol's many, MANY outfits (like in game lol) called "Orange Gazania".

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Do I know realism? No.

Are those details killing me? Yes.

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But is all worth for my dear Spanish Sun 🥹🫶🏽☀️

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[aiza-luna]

Assassin's Creed Syndicate Ship: Solob Aesthetic

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"... But in this Handmade Heaven, I come alive

Blue Birds forever, color the sky

In this Handmade Heaven, we forget the time

'Cause Birds of a Feather fly together..."

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"Mr. Frye... Please understand, this is ludicrous! We..."

"Solange, the only ludicrous thing is trying to deny what we both feel... What the both of us desire."

"Do you not see, Mr. Frye? This is simply our instincts talking, thinking about yourself! What good would be persuing a sick woman such as myself?"

"Solange, please, stop this! Do not speak of yourself like that! I don't care! I don't care if you have Vitiligo! I love you, and I'll keep loving you! I would love you even if you were a damn leper!"

"I... Jacob..."

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Another Aesthetic bc I'm in the AC brainrot while cooking Sol's refs!! This time, I decided to build in Aesthetic of my dear OTP that I have been presenting for a while: SOLOB! Solange and Jacob! 🥹🤲🏽💛💚

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I absolutely LOVE their relationship dynamic! From strangers, to friends, to lovers! It's so nice seeing their relationship evolve as the story progresses, how they both balance each other out and how both support each other through their issues... Their love is something that warms my heart and I'm so excited to work with them in the future!

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As always, Credit Time for some creators that inspired me to post my work and ship (yipeee) 🥹🥰🙏🏽

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CREDITS:

Aesthetic/ Moodboard inspos: @nemo-of-house-hamartia / @thatcrazycrowgirl / @mattness and their shipps with Jacob Frye ( Dorothea x Jacob / Magnolia x Jacob / Gwendolyn x Jacob respectivelly 🩵)

Images from Pinterest, all credits to their original posters/ creators.

Solange Cotoner's Faceclaim: Jihane Kidari (Moroccan Actress)

Jacob Frye and Assassin's Creed Syndicate by Ubisoft

Master Assassin/ Lady Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois (OC) by yours truly 🫶🏽🩵

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The Cotoner-Artois Sisters Aesthetic

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Solange and Serena Cotoner-Artois

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"United by blood, believes and souls... We promise we will never leave each other's side..."

"... No matter what happens. We will stand strong by one another, for our parents, our people and our Creed."

"Nosotras seremos para siempre, hermanas."

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Hey hey, everyone!! I decided to bring forth another Aesthetic of my OCs! This time, an Aesthetic portraying the relationship between Solange and Serena, my Assassin's Creed Syndicate OCs! 🥹🫶🏽

Their relationship is of closeness and friendship, both girls deeply caring and nuroushing one another, they may argue, fight and annoy one another like any sibilings, but they would move mountains and fight the heavens and hell for each other! A bond formed not only by blood, but by believes, by understanding and respect for one another... The two gemstones of the Cotoner family. 🩵💛🫶🏽

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[aiza-luna]

Lady Solange Teresa Vivianne Cotoner-Artois Aesthetic.

"Her hair shined like copper, her skin... Olive, sun-kissed. Her eyes were brown, shimmering like the sweetest honey from the spring. Dressed in sunlight hues, she waltz elegantly in a symphony played by life: While hiding her skin, consumed by her disease, she fought the hardests battles, for those she loved... And for the name she carried."

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"Yo soy una Cotoner y yo moriré una Cotoner. Liberaré al pueblo de la Inglaterra de la tiranía de los Templarios y honraré a quienes me precedieron.

¡Por el Credo, por el pueblo y por la libertad!"

Small character aesthetic for my Spanish Lady from Assassin's Creed: Syndicate! I'll post some others soon. 🥰💛🧡