Name:
Angelo "La Freccia" Bristow
Age:
23
Affiliation:
Assassin
Appearance:
Standing at 6'3", Angel is a muscular man with long black hair that falls into dark blue eyes. He wears black robes complete with a black cloth mask and a torn black cape.
Personality: Angelo is mysterious, however when it comes to his Brothers and Sisters in danger, he strikes with fury. If their lives are at risk, he does everything within his power to make sure they escape alive.
Favorite Weapons:
Bow
Hidden Blades
Strengths:
Master bowman
Escape artist
Skilled thief
Weaknesses:
Physical: he was wounded while on a contract, which made his right shoulder weak.
Psychological: Constantly feels like he needs to prove himself
Background/Biography:
Angelo wasn't born into the Brotherhood. He was an ordinary youth who knew nothing of his father. He was sixteen when things got out of hand. He constantly got into trouble and escape from jail two times for thievery.
One day, he got too bold and snuck into a Templar camp to steal money. He was caught as he was escaping the camp and a gang of three Templars began to beat him to teach him to never steal from a Templar. Angelo cried and screamed as he was beat. An assassin heard his cries and rushed to the scene.
All he saw was a red and white blur, so he covered his head with his arms as the Templars fell around him. Angelo flinched away as the Assassin reached for him. Instead of a boot to his exposed abdomen where there were many bruises already, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked up into the face of a hooded man. "This is only a taste of what these bastards can do," he said, offering a hand to the youth.
"Join the Brotherhood and put a stop to this." Angelo allowed the man to pull him up.
"I will join you,"
"Then come. Our Healer will tend to you."
Three years passed and Angelo was a full assassin. He had been tracking a Templar to town for an assignment. Somehow, he had been spotted and a Templar sniper shot him. The bullet went clear through his right shoulder. It struck so fast he didn't have time to react. He fell forward and landed on a table, which broke upon impact. His target began to escape. "No you don't!" Shouted Angelo, leaping after the Templar, his cape billowing after him.
Angelo began to climb to the rooftops, running along them until he was aligned with his target. Despite blood loss and the light headed feeling, Angelo leapt off the roof and slammed into the Templar, his hidden blade buried deep into flesh. As soon as Angelo landed, the man was dead and Angelo made his escape, a hand pressed to his bleeding shoulder.
He had just cleared the Templar area when his legs tripped and he was sent sprawling into the dust. He woke in the bureau, a healer bent over him. "Your shoulder was hit pretty bad," she said as soon as she saw him awake. "It'll probably heal quickly, but there will always be a weak spot there."
At age 22, Angelo finally found out about his father. His father had been a Templar and Angelo was to kill him. The Assassin did as his contract said though as he strung a bow, he had tears in his eyes. He felt as though he was in slow motion as he released the arrow. As soon as it found its mark, Angelo sprang forward and was there to gently lower the Templar to the ground. The man seemed to recognize the eyes of Chris and he grinned. "My son," Angelo swallowed against the knot in his throat.
"Forgive me Father,"
"There is nothing to forgive," Angelo bowed his head as the man went limp in his arms.
"Be free of the burdens of this life," Angelo choked quietly, bringing his father's head to his own. "Rest in peace, father." He planted a soft kiss on Bristow's forehead before he left.
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