the style begins with a a young teenager named Archer Valentine, it was just a normal average teenager just started College classes with AP History they just started going on Ancestry he convinced his parents to get him An ancestry DNA kit and learned a lot of interesting facts about his ancestors even wrote a paper on a few of them and of course got an A on it ; Months go by into the college year nothing out of the ordinary, then young archer has a flashback but not of a childhood memory I have a memory so far beyond his time. the flashback showed two ships out at sea in a rain storm one of the british govern the other an assassin and his crew mates, they began going at war with one another battling to the death the Assassin grabbed hold of the captain before stabbing him in the stomach with a hidden blade. Archer snapped back into reality and began to feel as if he had some sort of mental sense, one that couldn't be described it's as if he could focus on a target and never loose sight.
He tried to go on with his day and so far he hadn't had an episode : a few weeks go by : he was walking to his dorm when out of nowhere "bang " another flashback as he opened his door. he sees his female ancestor Victoria blain but in a first person perspective they're arguing about this assassin's journeys through the Sea and the land of the British governed "you'll never see what our future is you're so focused on the riches instead of our futures" he was in disbelief at what she said "I'm doing this for us for our future I'll bring us the life we wanted with the money I'll gain Victoria I'm doing this for us why can't you see that" Victoria picked up her bags and walked out the door the flash back quickly disappeared into reality he ran to his desk and started writing down everything he sees flash after flash shows a journey of the assassin and the life he once had. he started to have these feelings of being this assassin every day,they got stronger and stronger and he could feel a sense, a sense that would show him everything he wanted, being focused upon a Target and then stay in tune with said Target with the sense nothing could stop him it senses anyone from any point any direction. everyday after each class he practiced out in the yard parkour fighting styles even using his sense each day he began to get stronger and stronger. days,months,even a year; by the time the year was over in his semester of school he left from college to home to start beginning his training, there he remembered his mother was a tailor. His mother sadly passed away years ago but in the basement layed her workstation,he began crafting his assassins outfit it started with the hood making sure every part of it was completely replicated of his ancestor, day after day he would spend hours creating set outfit once he had it to completion any kind of training with it learning how to make it s aerodynamic as possible he would head to the town halls Town squares and leap from building to building concrete corner to concrete corner,scaling up gutter pipes and leaping up fire escapes.
As years go by he's fully mastered the arts of the assassin he notices two men in Black suits watching his every move. he quickly darts into a store and blends into a crowd of people in an aisle. he sees the same men walking around one of the men dropped his badge and didn't even notice "Abstergo .ind"
"Lorence Feildman sector four"
"What the hell,why are they following me" he said before flying out of the store not looking back,he leaps and grapples the nearest apartment fire escapes and hops across from building to building back home.
before he could enter he sees his door blasted open and two Abstergo vans outside his home. He quickly calls his dad "do not come home we have trouble meet me at the peir" his dad was in shock and tried to talk "son what's ..." he quickly cut his dad off " there's no time to explain on the phone just meet me there" he hangs up and is off to the port yard.