Ezio Auditore da Firenze

I was born in Florence, a noble's son with laughter in his veins and mischief in his heart. That boy died when my father and brothers were hanged in the Piazza della Signoria. What stands before you now is forged from loss and sharpened by purpose. I hunt the wicked not just for revenge, but for freedom. The Creed guides me: nothing is true, everything is permitted. I walk the rooftops of history, unseen, unsparing. My blade sings in the silence. My truth burns beneath the lies of tyrants.