#assassin ocs

[cipherbartender]

Here it is at last. Leventine Mentor.

Summary:

I had regrets when I activated the shield that would save humanity. What I didn't know was the silent prayer I had been saying would be answered.

I'd wake up quite a while into the past, and with allies from Altaïr's time as both student and mentor. I would make things better for Ezio once he arrived and provide comfort to another so desperate for it.

As I stood before the device meant to activate the shield a lot was going on. Minverna explained its purpose, and then it was revealed Juno perverted it. If I understood correctly, if Juno wasn't there I would have lived. It was a death sentence with Juno present. Hearing enough and having enough I yelled

“You need to go. All of you. Now. Get as far away from here as you can.”

I shouted towards my team, not the two ISU they could fuck themselves for all I cared

“Come with us.”

My father shouted back, oh now he wants to be my dad, Shaun weakly added more to contribute really

“We'll find another way.”

“There isn't time!”

Rebecca and I shouted, I glanced at her, seeing that while she agreed with me, she didn't like that I would have to die. My father tried one last time

“Son…”

“You know it's true. It's already started. I need to do this now, I don't have regrets. So go! GO!”

I said for a final time to them, to make them see I was the master of my fate. They did not know I lied to them.

I had regrets about a lot of things. Many about my ancestors and the suffering they underwent, especially Ezio, my wonderful and loyal prophet. Still the biggest two that surprisingly crossed my mind was, A Ezio not having a proper brotherhood to lean on especially in Rome. And B was Malik Al-Sayf who had been so lonely after Kadar died. I didn't know what I could do even now in death. Because death is so final usually.

And that was strange because my thoughts kept going, suggesting my heart kept beating despite burning to save the world, was death allergic to me? I honestly didn't perceive anything at first. Until I started to hear voices. Italian mixed with Latin, sure the people at Abestrgo spoke Italian, but it had a mix of other languages too.

Great, I was bleeding while dying. That's just what I needed, a dying bleed. But then, that is when I felt someone heft me onto their back, that was real. I must have made some sort of noise because they put a reassuring hand on my limp arms and said in…Arabic?!

“Easy brother, I have you. You're safe.”

I couldn't respond for the moment. But I was waking up. So I was alive, likely in Rome again. And I hadn't registered the voice at first, shocked by the Arabic spoken until I fully came to and found my face buried in a familiar neck. The darkly tanned skin still had a strong Jasmine and Sandalwood scent. I despite my groggy state managed to say, in Arabic

“Safety and Peace Dai”

He froze for just a step before continuing clearly shocked by the fact A I spoke Arabic, and his regional dialect, and B I basically identified myself as an assassin.

“Upon you as well brother. Forgive my delay I was just surprised that you speak Syrian Arabic, and so fluently as well.”

“There is nothing to forgive in terms of your delay. I'd be shocked too if someone spoke my mother tongue and dialect like they lived there their entire lives.”

I replied to him. He nodded and then asked

“Do you know where we are?”

"Si. Ah my apologies, yes I do. We are in Rome, Italy. Or as you knew it, the Holy Roman Empire.”

I replied, slipping some Italian in by accident. He nodded again before saying

“I am Malik Al-Sayf.”

“Desmond Miles. An honor to meet you Dai.”

I swear I could feel the blush on Malik’s face.

“An honor? Why?”

“It would be an honor to meet the man who whipped my asshole ancestor into shape.”

Malik stopped again before it dawned on him, whom I just insulted before keeping what would have been boastuous laughter quiet replied

“I see that Novice’s own family doesn't let him get away with his crap.”

“Never.”

He gently patted my arm, a rare gesture from him I knew to mean he was pleased. I wasn't honestly trying to please or impress Malik at this point. But it happened. We had snuck into the Centro district. And I pointed Malik to the entrance of Tiber Island and we entered rather roughly. I got separated from Malik briefly. But he was quick to my side to help me up.

Once I was on my feet, I sneezed. It was dusty down here. Malik looks around before he says

“Bless you. And this has potential.”

“Thank you and I agree.”

I looked around. I knew what this would become. Yet, with Malik at my side more could be done. I sighed and said

“We need help.”

“I am glad you realize this.”

Had it been my father, I would have been offended. But this was the Devil of Masyaf for crying out loud. I looked at Malik and spoke

“Malik, Dai, I must be honest with you, I do not know where I rank as an assassin. From your lifetime I am 900 years into the future. 500 years from the ancestor of mine currently here in the region. From your lifetime you are currently 350 years into the future.”

I paused to let Malik process that information. His brow furrowed the way it did when he was not only processing information but calculating how to respond. I do not know what went through his mind, but he replied

“Thank you Desmond for being honest with me. Based on what you have told me I take it that the brotherhood is a mere ghost of its former glory, that the ranking system is largely ignored.”

“An astute and accurate guess. Yes. That is essentially what has occurred over time.”

Malik nodded before he said

“Let's get you healed before we do anything drastic for the moment. I'll have to surface for supplies and can listen for information.”

That's when I noticed he has effortlessly transitioned from Arabic to Italian mid sentence. Anyone else it would have been jarring but Malik, as with everything he has done since Solomon's Temple made it appear effortless. I smiled and said, in Italian, to show I was keeping up

“That is agreeable Dai.”

[strijdi]

9-25-25

A Rich Meal

Lucret Adueko (they/them, loo-krette ah-dooo-koh) is a daemon of greed. They frequent the banquets and parties of the wealthy, looking for prey. Lucret is a slow creeping of doom, but when the guillotine falls, so to speak, they will eat their fill. This character was commissioned by me from Sergle, and designed with three keywords I picked in mind: “suit, fangs, flamboyant” Lucret will wear any type of fashion (i.e. masculine/feminine/etc) as long as it’s predominantly red, and looks opulent! They need to blend in, after all. They generally like to accent with red and gold, to match their oft blood-stained teeth/face/bloodstained clothes. Lucret also enjoys risque clothing! However, they don’t have anything to ‘show off’ upstairs or down (smooth as a Ken doll lol).

Non-shaded version under the cut:

[jessmindspace]

Didn’t like how the anatomy turned out here, which is why I never posted it on my old blog lol

Renata is definitely the one who leaps into fights way more than Taran, who usually winds up ending those fights and having to haul her away before she starts another one 😒

[confessions-of-an-old-cassette]

average novel trio in which two characters are insanely magical and powerful and the third is just Some Guy

[ivyprism]

Joan, Kade, and Layla (The Assassins OC)

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death, assassins, etc.

Joan - The Older Assassin

Personality: Joan is a mischevious woman who has the potential to kill you. She can flirt, and no one can stand up to her. She is a haughty woman with a golden heart. She isn't afraid to fight and kill if necessary. She takes her job seriously, but she would prefer not to be forced to kill anyone. She is a patient person on the job, but she is not patient when she is not on the job. She is a master at keeping her cool and controlling her rage. Her bite is as vicious as her bark. She doesn't fight back or back down. She has a very kind heart and avoids upsetting people if at all possible.

Appearance: Joan is a 5'6" woman with long orange hair and red eyes. She has not a single scar on her face as she is good at her job. She has a muscular, but slim figure.

(Link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/167775)

Kade - The Middle Assassin

Personality: He's stern and unyielding. Unlike his older sister, he does not back down and does not appear to enjoy pranks or jokes. He is extremely kind and patient. He has a tendency to be overly concerned with his sister. He dislikes being treated as a fool and prefers to be taken seriously. When people don't take him seriously, he becomes agitated and frustrated. He takes his job very seriously and tends to keep his cool while doing so. He looks up to his sister, but no one believes he does because he is the polar opposite of her. He also doesn't enjoy hurting people.

Appearance: Kade is a 5'9" man with long orange hair and gray eyes. He has a scar on his collarbone that is usually visible and he has a scar on his left cheek (it looks like a jagged scar). He is muscular. He also wears glasses.

(Link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/54346)

Layla - The Youngest Assassin

Personality: She is heavily reliant on her adoptive older siblings because she lost her parents and older sister when she was very young. She works hard to keep up with her siblings, but she is hesitant and would rather not hurt anyone. She is secretly studying green magic because she enjoys using healing magic and learns quickly. She is a wonderful person with a big heart. She is hesitant, but she is not afraid to assist others. She enjoys assisting others and dislikes injuring them. She adores animals and occasionally speaks to them, not expecting them to respond. She develops an interest in life and plants.

Appearance: She is roughly 5'2" and has long blonde hair. She also has green eyes. She has a slim figure with slight muscle. She has a scar on her neck.

(Link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/167775)

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@kiokooo / @kiokodoodles @913cell

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Unable

This wasn’t supposed to be so late, but I was distracted with hanging out with friends! And then some other stuff once I got home. Tomorrow may also be late, as I’ll be playing D and D for the first time with the same friends. Sorry in advance!

Prompt submission from awkwardsketches: Person A was almost at the brink of tears at this point “go ahead” they said, they had lost, they had failed “finish the job” person B hesitated “I-I can—”“This is what you’ve always wanted right? Do it” person A said, accepting defeat. Person B, though, was terrified “I, I…..can’t” “what?”

Panting breaths and blood leaking from his face, Rahat Kassab could hardly hold their neck off the ground. Every muscle ached as though drenched in acid and the corners of their shirt still smoldered from where they had tried to dodge a knife and instead fell into a lantern. They looked up at Cande Quiros, tears brimming from agony both emotional and physical. The two had spent the greater part of the past decade together in the Guild, performing and surviving acts deemed too abhorrent for most minds to concoct. Rahat should have figured that they would send Cande to bring finish them off. Silence her own disobedience and make an example of them for trying to leave. They should have known it was a fool’s game to try to leave the life. Rahat only wished it could have been someone else doing the deed.

“Go ahead.” They croaked, voice ragged with exhaustion. They had failed. The only way to get out now would be to kill Cande themself, and that was not something they were willing to do. “Finish the job.” Not as if she had much choice.

Cande, however, looked hesitant. Her warm brown eyes were usually full of some ironic laughter, but were now wide with what almost read as fear. Tangled curls stuck to her forehead, but failed to conceal the deep-set wrinkle that always appeared when she didn’t know what to do. Rahat had always made fun of the trait, joking that she would only get uglier faster by leaving such a crease in her skin. She usually responded by trying to punch or stab him. Things were simpler then.

“I-I can—” She stammered, but Rahat refused to let her finish. Knowing the Guild, it was more likely than not the woman was being watched or bugged in some way or another. While the organization tried to prevent any possible tracing of their agents by outsiders, they did risk it with special cases. Rahat knew that they fell into that category, and there was no way that they were letting Cande condemn herself with them.

“You can take that knife and slit my throat right here and now.” They hissed. “Go on, get rid of me. I’ve always slowed you down, sabotaged you, got in your way. This is what you’ve always wanted, right?” Rahat, however, had only ever wanted to find a way to be with her peacefully. Taking her hand, they held it against their own neck, looking directly into her shining eyes. “Do it.”

Tension flooded the air as neither moved. Rahat’s ragged breath filled the room, heart beat growing slower as they accepted the fate of a cruel amicicide. Cande seemed less certain on the fact. She tried to swallow back her fear the way she always did, but it wouldn’t go away. She looked down at her long-time friend, unable to find the resolve. She knew that death would be the nicest thing that would happen to her if she let Rahat go…but she was willing to risk that. Instead of turning the knife on them, she turned it on herself, jutting it in just the right place. She’d bleed until she passed out, but she’d live.

“I-I can’t…” She coughed, clutching her wound. She’d be reprimanded for being so off guard, and allowing a strike, but it would seem realistic. With the emotional ties and same life skills, they may beat her senseless, but she’d live another day. Probably.

“What?” Rahat choked on their own shock, reaching out to help her but pulled back. It only took a few moments to understand what she was doing. The absolute moron. The tears that had filled their eyes slowly spilled over, but they didn’t let out a sob. Instead, they pressed a gentle kiss against her paling cheek. “Thank you.” He murmured before anyone else could rush in.

[jessmindspace]

More assassin sketchies from last year

[jellygay]

The Creed Defines Us from Jellygay on 8tracks Radio.

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The Creed may define us but it does not determine who we are. While nothing is true, and everything is permitted, that does not dictate our character nor mark the choices we make. What actions will you take to prevent the World from falling into the clutches of The Templars? Will you brand yourself a follower of The Creed, an assassin, or will you turn from The Creed and let corruption destroy you?

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A playlist for my AC ocs or maybe yours. Whether you're assassinating dictators who ally themselves with The Order, unlocking ancient secrets of The Creed, thwarting Templar plans, parkouring atop city scapes, or chilling in the Animus just because, this playlist is for you.