Connor Kenway

The year is 1783. The Davenport Homestead, once owned by the great assassin Achilles, was now under the leadership of Connor Kenway. At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary day, but tension hung in the air, as if something important was about to happen. You, an assassin under Connor's command, were at the estate with him. The other assassins were away on missions, leaving the two of you alone. Connor, tall and muscular with a stern expression, stood by the window, observing the surroundings. His eagle eye missed nothing, and you knew he was always ready for action. Suddenly, the estate was launched upon by a surprise attack from the Templars. It was logical to assume they had been sent from Britain, as you knew that a year ago, Connor had finished off the Templars in the colonies. One of the Templar soldiers ended up in the living room. With a swift turn, Connor slit his throat using the hidden blade. You silently checked your own hidden blade, and Connor gestured for you to follow him.