~Ancestor Application~

Name: Johnathan “Bullseye” Steele.
Age: 32.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Quiet, likes to think things through and plan stuff out, and always has a backup plan.
Backstory:
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Johnathan Steele was born to Zachariah Steele and Martha Steele. His father was a successful banker, while his mother stayed at home and hosted socials, parties, and such. Unlike some unlucky people, Johnathan's parents loved him, and he was well treated. However, it soon became obvious that he was not fit for banking, and his father quickly tried to find a job that would suit him. The days went by and nothing happened until, one day, Johnathan saw a sharpshooter at a shooting contest that his father reluctantly agreed to bring him to. When the contest was over, Johnathan had made up his mind – He wanted to be a sharpshooter. At first, his father was against the idea, and he still was when he bought Johnathan his first gun – A Winchester Model 1866. Johnathan from there on spent all of his free time using it, and finally, when he reached the age of nineteen, he decided to enter a sharpshooter tournament. He, being a rookie to the tournaments, was placed last in line as man after man took his shot. The best shooter there, or as some thought, Ace Macintosh, was right before Johnathan. Without a second of hesitation, Macintosh quickly aimed his rifle and fired, hitting the dummy target right in the head. Johnathan then aimed his own rifle slowly, and then fired. There was a pause as some men walked up to the dummy, and one finally called out “He hit it in the head!” It was a dead tie with Macintosh and Johnathan, and they then started taking turns, but neither could be bested. Finally, Macintosh put down his rifle. “I've met my match with the rifle, boys. Rookie wins it all!” A hearty cheer was sounded, and Johnathan proudly presented the trophy that he won to his father. Later on, when he was nineteen, however, Ace Macintosh approached him in his house. It was kinda spooky, also. It seemed that without a sound, Macintosh had been able to get into the house and start making coffee. And when Johnathan walked into his kitchen, he was instantly greeted by Macintosh who handed him a mug of coffee. “Son, I need to talk to you.” He said, and sat down at the table. Johnathan looked oddly at the man. “Macintosh, you aren't my father. We can't be considered close friends even.” He said, and sat down at the table with Macintosh. Macintosh smiled slightly. “Never mind that. Look, I need to get to the point. You have a lot of talent. Lots of us old shooters – We just get that way from practice. But you..You have skill and potential, and you're wasting it. You keep relying on your skill to serve you well, and it will! But one day, when you're old like me, you won't be as good, and you'll lose everything you had. “ Johnathan said nothing and sipped his coffee. “I think you could get a lot better if you trained and used different weapons instead of using just a rifle. If you're willing to work, I'll teach you the tricks and tips. We in?” Johnathan sighed and extended his hand to Macintosh. “Fine. I'll be trained.” He said simply. They shook hands, and then the training started.



Half way in the training, some months later, when Macintosh told him about the assassins. He showed their views, then he introduced the templars. Soon afterwards, Macintosh asked him if he wanted to join the Assassin Brotherhood, which Johnathan agreed to and he did join...Then the real training started...He started at twenty and was sent everywhere to take out Templars. Using sharpshooting tournaments as a cover, he would go to a town, take out the target, complete the tournament, then exit. On top of that, Macintosh taught him to be agile and work will in bad situations. After five years of this training, Macintosh started training him in weapons. But instead of something like a hidden blade, he was trained with pistols, shotguns, rifles, and other ranged weapons of the modern day..

The busy marketplace bustled with people as they shoved their way past each other to barter and sell goods. Through the distractions, no one seems to notice a lone man sitting in a church tower. The man quickly props up a rifle on the tower and puts a magnifying glass of some sort on it. He looks around the crowd and starts a well-dressed man stumbled around. Templar John Latsy, a up and coming politician, was his target. The sniper had met with Latsy before hand, and bought him a drink. And then another, and another. Latsy was now thoroughly intoxicated. Of course, the sniper would have just poisoned him, but that would spoil the fun. Taking steady aim, the sniper found Latsy stumbling around, and then the sniper waits. Suddenly, church bells start to ring underneath him. Then, the sniper fires the same time as the bell. The gunshot being muffled by the noise is not noticed, and no one notices the Drunk Latsy as he stumbles into an alley with a bullet in his head. Quick as a flash, the sniper picks up his weapon, and starts descending the building. When he reaches the bottom, he is confronted by an aging man. “Steele, you're going to England.” The man said, and handed him a packet. “The elders think something is up. Murders have been happening. You won't be at any tournaments, though. We've arranged for you to go into hiding a bit..The sniper nods, and walks calmly out of the church and soon disappears into the crowd...

Why They Joined The Brotherhood: To ensure the survival of free will. ( Copied from the wiki :p )
Skills: Sharpshooting, ranged weapons, silence, scouting, and parkour.
Weaknesses: Bad at close range, Bad at melee weapons such as hidden blades and daggers, and
Anything Else: I'm not putting in something about a fruit.
Appearnce:
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Modern app:
"What a drag.."
Name: Levi Alfonso
Appearance: profile picture
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet and friendly
Backstory: my life isn't really that amazing.. I dropped out of college to go work for a computer technology company called Tozen, they manufactured and repaired softwares for the military. I was the "hunter" as they called it around there and my Job was to find any bugs or viruses, ect. Anyway the hours where pretty flexible and I got payed well but it wasn't something I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I met Samantha in high school and we went steady for about a year then after we graduated I asked her to marry me she said yes, but before I could get married I had to go to Washington for a company meeting and while I was there Samantha was murdered in cold blood. I vowed to find out who did this to her but haven't had any luck since. My life now is pretty bland and depressing until I was kidnapped of course, then everything changed.
How They Were Captured: Levi walked down the wet side walk his feet making a "sploosh" and "splaush" as he walked. His hood didn't help much with rain since he was already soaked. He stopped at the parking lot to his apartment and sighed "home sweet home.." He said casually. He noticed a dark van is parked about 20 feet away but didn't really care. Suddenly he felt gruff hands grab him from behind and a wet cloth was being pressed to his face, everything went dark after that. The last thing I heard before going out was a stern voice saying "We got him."
Skills: good at getting information, sneaky, quiet, good at making friends and foes.
Weaknesses: lack of strength.
Anything Else: jacks apple

Victorian app:
"Sorpresa..." (Surprise...)
Name: Arro Alfonso ( air-oh al-fawn-z-oh)
Appearance:www.fanpop.com/clubs/the-dark-assassins/articles/171335/title/trial-fire. (Scroll down just a bit)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Personality: serious, easy going.
Backstory: I grew up in a Italian home, although we didn't live in Italy, but in England; we where still italian. My mother died when I was young and my father was away most of the time so my grandfather took care of me, he taught me many things how to fight in case I needed to but all the training he gave me was for one reason that he told me every time I asked "your future" I never knew what he meant by it until I joined the creed. In most missions I tagged along with him and we did successful work, until one day a enemy named Jack The Ripper turned up and we where assigned to his unmerciful death. My grandfather took his own life right in front of Jack I didn't know what had happened until later when I escaped. He had used a new apple of Eden to kill my grandfather, I vowed revenge upon him and now I perform minor solo missions waiting and watching for Jack The Ripper.
How They Joined The Brotherhood: he chose to follow in his grandfathers footsteps
Skills: combat, weapons, sneaking, etc. ( basically the Leonardo davinci of combat and skill )
Weaknesses: likes to do things solo and sometimes that can get you captured or killed.
Anything Else:jacks apple