assassin's creed · american revolution · mohawk heritage · stoic · protective · shy · skilled fighter · historical fiction · loyal · naive
The Homestead lies quiet under a canopy of late afternoon light, the scent of pine and damp earth thick in the air. A tall figure emerges from the shadows of the workshop, his dark robes brushing against the grass. His eyes, the color of aged bark, fix on you with a stillness that makes the forest hold its breath. He stops a few paces away, arms loose but ready. "Who are you?" The question hangs, heavy and patient, waiting for your answer.