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Part five of milking my friend famous YouTuber Blobbygobster ’s birthday for content is his OC Jackson McCride, son of Irish-American Assassin Caleb McCride. Born in 1827 on his father's homestead in Richmond, Virginia, Caleb was separated from his parents when he was just a baby. A band of Templars ambushed the family's carriage, forcing his folks to flee and presume their child dead. The baby Jackson was eventually rescued by a retired Assassin named Thomas Bleckard, who upon realizing the Templars sought to claim this child as their own, smuggled the boy north to be raised under the watchful eye of Canadian Mentor Aveza Bellamy. Jackson grew to be a quiet boy, but a good student, eventually settling under the tutelage of one Steven Johnson. Jackson officially joined the Brotherhood in 1843, and his first major assignment came in 1845, when aid was requested in fending off a Templar raid on a homestead in Richmond. That homestead turned out to be the McCride residence, and Jackson was at last reunited with his folks. The moment was bittersweet, though. After deciding to abandon the homestead, Caleb was shot in the chest, and sacrificed himself so that the other carriages could escape to safety. The loss weighed heavily on Jackson, who learned to cope by burying himself in philosophy textbooks and the occasional shot of Irish whiskey. The Templar responsible for orchestrating attacks on many an Irish immigrant just like this, Lewis Charles Levin, met his end at Jackson's blade in 1860.

Of course by that time, America had much graver priorities. At the outbreak of the American Civil War, like many Assassins, Jackson volunteered his sharpshooter in the Union Army. In the process, Jackson uncovered four targets once hunted by his father each now holding a piece of the Trident of Eden. Recovering these pieces became his priority, though he still participated in many of the war’s most crucial battles. He was even a member of the Assassin squad which put a bullet in John Wilkes Booth's worthless corpse in 1865. After the war, Jackson's priorities shifted to reconstructing the South, though the deeply-rooted Templars made sure that was an uphill battle. By 1885, his failing health at last forced him into retirement, and in 1907, Jackson passed away peacefully in his sleep.

Design notes, so Brandon's original prompt for this character was pretty much just Union Army sergeant uniform with a hood slapped on top. Alright I can roll with that. Y’all know I love the Civil War. My most romanticized time period isn't knights in shining armor, it's generals in blue. Therefore I really wanted to clean up Jackson more than any of the rest, make him a prim and proper officer with nice ironed robes and shiny white gloves. I kept the layering kinda simple, but I think that works to its advantage with this character. His rifle was especially in need of an upgrade. Like shit I didn't even try on the old reference sheet, apparently. I'm getting a lot better with firearms with more practice, and as I've said before I'm not a big gun gal, but damn that thing came out sexy. Now there's a girl that can tell traitor hicks exactly which hole they can shove it up.

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Part five of milking my friend famous YouTuber Blobbygobster ’s birthday for content is his OC Jackson McCride, son of Irish-American Assassin Caleb McCride. Born in 1827 on his father's homestead in Richmond, Virginia, Caleb was separated from his parents when he was just a baby. A band of Templars ambushed the family's carriage, forcing his folks to flee and presume their child dead. The baby Jackson was eventually rescued by a retired Assassin named Thomas Bleckard, who upon realizing the Templars sought to claim this child as their own, smuggled the boy north to be raised under the watchful eye of Canadian Mentor Aveza Bellamy. Jackson grew to be a quiet boy, but a good student, eventually settling under the tutelage of one Steven Johnson. Jackson officially joined the Brotherhood in 1843, and his first major assignment came in 1845, when aid was requested in fending off a Templar raid on a homestead in Richmond. That homestead turned out to be the McCride residence, and Jackson was at last reunited with his folks. The moment was bittersweet, though. After deciding to abandon the homestead, Caleb was shot in the chest, and sacrificed himself so that the other carriages could escape to safety. The loss weighed heavily on Jackson, who learned to cope by burying himself in philosophy textbooks and the occasional shot of Irish whiskey. The Templar responsible for orchestrating attacks on many an Irish immigrant just like this, Lewis Charles Levin, met his end at Jackson's blade in 1860.

Of course by that time, America had much graver priorities. At the outbreak of the American Civil War, like many Assassins, Jackson volunteered his sharpshooter in the Union Army. In the process, Jackson uncovered four targets once hunted by his father each now holding a piece of the Trident of Eden. Recovering these pieces became his priority, though he still participated in many of the war’s most crucial battles. He was even a member of the Assassin squad which put a bullet in John Wilkes Booth's worthless corpse in 1865. After the war, Jackson's priorities shifted to reconstructing the South, though the deeply-rooted Templars made sure that was an uphill battle. By 1885, his failing health at last forced him into retirement, and in 1907, Jackson passed away peacefully in his sleep.

Design notes, so Brandon's original prompt for this character was pretty much just Union Army sergeant uniform with a hood slapped on top. Alright I can roll with that. Y’all know I love the Civil War. My most romanticized time period isn't knights in shining armor, it's generals in blue. Therefore I really wanted to clean up Jackson more than any of the rest, make him a prim and proper officer with nice ironed robes and shiny white gloves. I kept the layering kinda simple, but I think that works to its advantage with this character. His rifle was especially in need of an upgrade. Like shit I didn't even try on the old reference sheet, apparently. I'm getting a lot better with firearms with more practice, and as I've said before I'm not a big gun gal, but damn that thing came out sexy. Now there's a girl that can tell traitor hicks exactly which hole they can shove it up.