Altair:Good taste. You can appreciate the new stuff, but there's a special place in your heart for the classics. Probably a little bitter over Maria's death, but you're lowkey about it. You probably have a soft spot for puzzles, but you still hate half the ones in the AC games anyway.
Ezio:You just came here to have fun. You loved the Glory Days™ of the franchise and miss them, and you cry every single time someone mentions the names "Federico," "Petruccio," or "Yusuf." You love minor characters but they all die and you're sad.
Connor:Highkey bitter as fuck. Literally one of the saltiest people in the fandom. If given the chance, you would fight all of Ubisoft, on your own, with just your fists. You probably feed stray animals and can't walk into a dog pound without crying.
Edward:Would probably fight anyone, but there's no passion behind it. Certified Dank Memer. You never have any idea what you're doing, at all, ever, but somehow you make it work. You don't give a fuck about the modern storyline at this point.
Arno:Cinnamon roll. You like witty humor but you're also sad as hell. Probably a closet masochist, because you've for some reason stuck with this franchise for so long. You probably don't care about the modern storyline all that much, either.
Evie:Either Altair or Connor was your favorite before Syndicate. Probably an older sibling, or otherwise has to deal with children. You have nothing but love for good female characters, and you're probably pretty gay. You would thank Evie Frye for curb stomping you.
Jacob:Probably liked Ezio or Edward before Syndicate. You love being right and rubbing it in people's faces. Cried at the end of Syndicate, but you'll deny it to the grave. You make smart-ass remarks but run the moment someone tries to fight you. You'd inbox someone the entire Bee Movie script.