ANIMUS DATABASE ENTRIES

William Kenway

The son of Native American Assassin, Ratonhnhaké:ton, also known by the adopted name of Connor, he was born to an English mother on the Davenport Homestead near Rockport, Massachusetts. One of the most skilled Assassins from the United States of America in the early nineteenth century, he was also famous among the Brotherhood for being somewhat of an eccentric, if a very capable one.

Achilles Ratonhnhaké:ton

Achilles Ratonhnhaké:ton was hatched in the Davenport Homestead, sometime during the later months of 1804, where he quickly bonded with William Kenway. Instead of following the Mohawk tradition of giving the hatchling a unique name, Kenway decided to honor his late father by giving it his Mohawk name. Yes, William was definitely not "so surprised that he almost shit his pants and just blurted out the first names he could think of when the dragon asked for a name", and yes, that is a direct quote.

Dragon Breed: Sky Hunter

The Sky Hunter dragon was one of the first heavyweights to be bred by the Kanien'kehá:ka, also known as the Mohawk tribe, for the fledgling United States Air Force. Based on the realization that the young nation could not match the European states in numbers, the Sky Hunter was bred to be strong enough to overpower almost any smaller dragon, yet still fast enough to escape from a fight with a larger one.

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"Alright, I'll ask the most obvious question - just who the bloody hell are you?" Admiral Harte demanded as Kenway stood inside his command tent. Kenway had removed his hood to reveal golden blonde hair and blue eyes, both inherited from his mother, and a complexion that was just dark enough to reveal his native ancestry.

"William Kenway, though some also call me Kanen'tó:kon." Kenway answered, pronouncing the Mohawk name given to him by his father at birth as ka-nen-doh-goon.

"Well… I am not even going to try and pronounce that last bit." Admiral Harte said as he straightened out a pile of papers by tapping their bottom edges on his desk. "Now why are you here?"

"Why, to keep me ma's family from having to sing La Marseillaise, of course!" Kenway answered cheerfully. "As for Ratonhnhaké:ton just outside the tent, he's here to keep me from doing anything too stupid."

"That's very reassuring." Admiral Harte said dryly, but Kenway was not done yet. He placed his palms onto Admiral Harte's desk, and he looked at the older man more seriously.

"There's a feather on Jean-Louis Dubreton's head - and I'm here to dip it in his blood." Kenway said darkly, his eyes an icy cobalt, but Admiral Harte was a veteran aviator, having served with his Regal Copper, Colossus, since the first battle against the French Republic. He was in no way scared of the young Assassin.

"You mean you plan to kill him." Admiral Harte said, seeing the meaning behind the odd saying. "But whatever for?"

"I cannot tell you that - but since our goals coincide, why not let me work with you? We're not going anywhere until Dubreton is dead." Kenway said, and Admiral Harte considered the offer for a moment before coming to a conclusion, and he brought out a copy of a document that hadn't been used since the loss of the American colonies.

"This is a letter of marque of sorts for aviators - we used to give it to our allied native captains during your revolution." Admiral Harte said, signing it as he handed the form over to Kenway, who gave it a quick yet thorough glance. "You won't be paid as much as a regular captain, of course, and you won't have as much authority, either, but you will get to share in any prizes that we take."

"That will suit our purposes nicely." Kenway said crisply as he too signed on the line, and he rolled it up to put it in his coat.

"You will report to Captain Harcourt - you'll be serving as an auxiliary alongside Captain Granby and Iskierka." Admiral Harte said, and Kenway looked up.

"By any chance, is that the formation with the fire-breather? She packed quite a punch as she fought the French." Kenway asked, and Admiral Harte nodded with a sigh. Nodding with satisfaction, Kenway pushed past the tent flaps to see Achilles patiently waiting outside. "I overheard everything. So what do you think?"

"This will be interesting, indeed!" Kenway said, and Achilles gave off a deep rumbling in his throat, the dragon equivalent of a chuckle, as they walked together through the camp.