Altaïr: you were at Starbucks buying some hot chocolate for a homeless man because you can. You turned around to walk out when a man ran into you. The hot chocolate went all over both yours and his cloths. You look up to see a man with tan skin, golden eyes, and a white beanie on.
"I'm so sorry sir!" You yell as your hand Flys to your mouth. "It's alright. I'm Altaïr." The man says as he holds out his hand. "(Y/n)." You tell him and he buys you more hot chocolate.

Ezio: your families were the owners of two huge companies. Auditore industries and the Virginia company. (Disney reference anyone?) You were at a family dinner when you first met him. "This is my only child, (y/n)." Your father introduced you as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "Nice to meet you (y/n). This is my second son, Ezio." Mr.Auditore introduced his son. "Nice to meet you ezio." You said as you shook ezio's large hand. "Nice to meet you (y/n)." He said and that night at dinner you two talked nonstop.

Connor: you sat in your tree stand waiting for this deer to come into the feild. This buck, this 30 point buck. You have been tracking it for weeks and now you have its nesting spot. The sound of a twig snapping steals your attention. You slowly look in that direction and standing there is the buck. You quietly place the butt of the gun in your shoulder and look down the barrel. You take a deep breath and pull the trigger. You hit the buck right behind the shoulder blades; right where his heart is. The buck takes off running and you follow after it. You find it lying on the ground dead. You walk up to it and flip it on its back to begin gutting it. Halfway through the gutting process you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn your head to see a man in a white and blue coat standing there. He had on a blue beanie and some blue jeans with black boots. His skin was naturally tan and his eyes a soft brown." You are on private property miss."  The man's voice was so smooth. "Oh my bad. I shot this buck and it ran onto private land. If I give you some meat will you let my trespassing slide?" You ask him and he holds his hand out to you. "I'm Connor." He says and you smile. "I'm  (y/n)." You tell him and he let's your trespassing slide only if you agree to give him your phone number.

Edward: you were working at a bar when a group of men walk in. One was African, one had a black beard, one had a man bun, one had a scar on his left eye, and one was blonde. You imeaditly recognized them as the areas gang leaders. They are part of a confederation, the pirates, they call themselves. They oppose the police saying that the police are corrupt. "Could I get 6 beers? Bud light if you have it." The blonde man asked you and you gulped and nodded. You quickly got them their beers, afraid of what they would do to you. "No need to be scared of us lassy. We won't hurt ye."  The man with a black beard said and you nodded. Later on the blonde man approached you. He was fully sober. "Hey lass. When does your shift end?" He asks you and you look at the clock. "Five minutes. Might I ask why sir?" You ask him and he smirks. "Don't call me sir, it makes me feel old. I want to buy you a drink. And while I'm here I feel like you owe me something." He said and your eyes widen. "What do I owe you?" You ask with fear lacing your voice. "Your number. I'm Edward." He says and you laugh. "Smooth, Edward, smooth. I'm (y/n)." You tell him as you place your number into his phone. After your shift ended he bought you a drink and you both got drunk.

Jacob: rule one of fight Club is you don't talk about fight Club. That's what I'm here for. I'm here to fight for the money my family needs. My mother has cancer, my father is dead, and my brother has to beg for money. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" A man in red asked me and I rolled my eyes. I stuck my hands in my pockets and slipped my brass knuckles on. "For this." I tell him as I give him a strong upper cut. He yells in pain as I watch blood seep out of his mouth. He bit the tip of his tongue off! He walked away with the help of his friends. I walked out the back door with the nights winnings. 15,000 dollars. That won't last long. About halfway to the bank I'm pushed against the wall by man in red. "My oh my. You are beautiful." He says as his words slur together. He's drunk. "Let go of me." I tell him to and he only pushes me up against the wall harder. "Nah I'm going to have a little fun fir-" "I think the lady said to let her go." Another man cut it and the guy in red looked to his left just to be punched in the face. He fell to the ground and I looked apon my savior. The man who saved me is dressed in a dark green and black jacket with black jeans on. He has black kombat boots on along with spiked leather gloves. "Thanks." I tell him and he smirks at me. "No need to thank me. I saw you at fight Club and your pretty good. I'm Jacob Frye, leader of the rooks." Jacob said and I shook his hand. The rooks are a gang around here and I'm surprised to meet the leader male. "I don't know why your at fight Club but my rooks and I will help you only of you do one thing." Jacob offers and I raise one eyebrow up. "Go on." I tell him and he nods. "Go out on one date with me." He says and I nod. "Of course Mr.frye. I'm  (y/n) by the way." I tell him and he smiles. Turns out the rooks did give your family a better life and you actully took an interest in Jacob.

Shay: you were at the funeral of Haythem kenway. You, being the only child of haythem (she doesn't know about Connor and I screwed with the time line a little). Shay came all the way from France to attend his funeral. "Haythem was killed by those assassin scum. We can only hope to find his killer and make them pay. But for now we will mourn the loss of our grand master. His next choice was Shay Cormac for Grand Master but his daughter has the genes for it. So both will be ruling as GrandMaster." The preacher said as you walked towards the stage. A man dressed in a  black leather jacket, red beanie, black and red leather biker gloves, brown boots, and black jeans stood next to you up front. He must be shay. He has black hair and brown eyes. A scar lays apon his left eye brow and shay is surly well built. "Do you both swear to uphold the principles of our order and to never tell of what goes on here?" The preacher asked both you and shay. "We do." You both speak at the same time. "Welcome to the order grandmasters." He says as you slide the rings on your fingers. Later that day you and shay had to get to know one another. "You probably know I'm shay. But what's your name?" Shay asks as you both sit at the bar. "(Y/n)." You tell him as you take a sip of your Vodka. He sips from his beer as well. "Well I guess we are work partners now." He says and you chuckle. "I guess so."

Arno: you were forced into an arranged marriage. Your parents have died yet the marriage was still held. You are in a car on your way to meet this Arno Dorian. You only met him once when you were little. He was 13 and you were 8. Your parents didn't care about the age gap. No, they only wanted the money Arno's family had. "We're here." The driver said as you both got out of the car. Standing in front of you was a group of men. One man had brown hair that was tied into a low pony tail. He has brown eyes and slightly tanned skin. A blue leather jacket, jeans, and black boots was all he wore on his body. "Mr.Dorian, I have your bride." Your driver said as you walked forward. Arno gasped at the sight of you. "Your more beautiful than I imagined. I'm Arno." Arno said with a French accent. You smiled as you shook his hand."(Y/n)." You said as you shook hands. "Well my beautiful bride why don't we get you home so you can get settled in. I have your stuff being shipped there as we speak." Arno said as he held your hand. He lead you to the back of his 2017 GMC blue truck. You both climbed in the bed of the truck and the truck took off.