Post by unit894 on Feb 12, 2014 7:07:21 GMT -5
Name: Angeli della Morte
Type of Faction: Assassin’s guild
Faction Leader: Grand Master Artemis Coffin
Active Characters: Agent 1, Agent 2, Agent 4, Agent 5
Other Notable Figures: Dr. Rose
Goals: Become the best assassins in the world
Beliefs: If a man can be killed, he deserves to die
Allegiances: None
Enemies: Those they are hired to kill.
Headquarters: Large house in New Reno
Locations: (Places where their Agents live) The Gomorrah, Freeside, Novac, The Ultra Luxe
Armaments: Anything they want (almost all favour knives)
Armor and Uniform: None
Vehicles: None
Technology: Maintaining their weapons
Other: Extreme skills in stealth and combat, both up close and at range
Numbers: 11 = The Grand Master, Dr. Rose and 9 agents.
Artemis Coffin was one of the best assassins of his day. He worked for the Bishops primarily, and was gaining hundreds of thousands of caps for every job. He had a huge house in New Reno, nice clothes, and a huge collection of various weapons. He lived a life of luxury, but luxury wasn’t enough for him. Artemis knew that when he died all of his skill, his knowledge and the tales of his life would be forgotten, such was the way of his career. He wanted to have something he could be remembered by, even if it was only one person, he wanted his legacy to be spread across America. He wanted to have apprentices.
Over the next few days, Artemis visited several orphanages across the city, so not to arouse suspicion. Each time he would use one of his fake identity papers to adopt a child, making sure to use his abilities of deception to create a different voice and personality for each one. He chose the children carefully, he made sure they were all two years old; young enough to not know Artemis was not their real father, but too young as he couldn’t begin their training soon. He also made sure they had no easily diagnosable health problems. He also judged them on what information he could find out about their parents from the Orphanage owners, so he could get an idea about their possible height and weight, though there was usually little information. By the end of the week, he had nine young children living with him. To make sure he could afford to look after nine children, he was forced to continue working. To make sure the kids were safe and well looked after, he hired several nannies to look after them while he worked at his ‘night shift’. Even though there was nothing overly strange about adopting nine children to the average person, he kept the knowledge of their presence in his household as quiet as he could, going so far as to force the nannies he hired to swear an oath of secrecy.
After only a few weeks of having the children, he began their training, simply starting with basic strength and stamina exercises, disguised as games to get them to a fitness level he was satisfied with. Around this time, a mysterious woman approached his house. She was tall, slim, incredibly professional and fairly intimidating. She had somehow found out about the children, but more worryingly for Artemis, she somehow knew what he did for a living, and what he intended for the kids. She claimed to be a trained and professional psychologist, and she could create for him a program to raise the children on to make them better killers than Artemis ever was.
Artemis was understandably suspicious of this incredibly random encounter, and for a few seconds he just debated killing her and never thinking about his again. Eventually, his desire for the perfect legacy took over; his original wish had turned into making his children the best they could be. He still wanted a legacy, and these kids were going to make him one if it killed him. But he still loved the children in his own, distant way, and wanted to make them the best they could be.
Dr. Rose moved into the house. She never took a practical role in the raising of the children, and spent most of the time in her room writing. She did however give Artemis constant instructions and guidelines to follow when raising the children. Artemis was very dubious of the success rate of some of the things she said, but he followed them anyway, trusting in Dr. Roses’ abilities, though she refused to tell him where she learnt psychology. Artemis hadn’t named the children, calling them ‘lad’ or ‘lass’ but Dr. Roses’ program dictated that they be called something simple, without any real difference. Artemis ended up calling them Agents 1-9, number 1 being the first child he adopted.
He was also instructed to treat each child differently. To a few he was loving and fatherly, a role he ended up rather enjoying, while he was distant to other children, never showing outright affection but making it clear to them he did care. He was strict to others, constantly pushing them to do better and restricting what they could do in their free time. To one poor child, he regularly beat him and insulted him at the instruction of Dr. Rose. He isolated the child from the other kids, locking him his room except for training and eating.
The training of the kids was something that Dr. Rose never interfered with; smartly realising that it was the man who had spent his life killing people was the appropriate teacher. Every day, he split their training into four major sections. First, was exercise. Artemis made it perfectly clear that fitness was everything, if they weren’t strong and quick, they could fumble a kill, and they would die. The second part was one-on-one training with Artemis himself. He taught them how to fight with knives and their fists, but also how to improvise. He taught them how to block and counter, using a combat system he had developed himself, more fluent and deadly than the more common boxing other people used, more of a martial art than a western fighting style. The third was the most common, whilst he was having one-on-one sessions, he set the other Agents to have sparring matches against each other, to further improve their fighting abilities. It also helped their reactions, and taught them to fight on their feet. The fourth and final training type they did was shooting practice. Using a variety of weapons Artemis had collected over the years, they learnt to use pistols, rifles, sub-machine guns and shotguns. Artemis spent a short time teaching them how to fight with guns close-up, how to sue the butt of a gun effectively and the art of using a pistol in melee.
When the Agents turned 16, he sent them out into the city, to learn stealth and deceiving. They steadily learnt how to be as quiet as a shadow, and how to talk and lie their way out of anything, some agents more then others. When Artemis was satisfied with their level of skill, he sent them out on their first ever jobs. He knew this was the big moment. If they couldn’t bring themselves to kill, then fourteen years of his life would have been for nothing. Luckily, every single Agent was able to return, some more shaken than others. Agent 4, the tortured one, returned shaking and muttering. It turned out he had not only killed his target, but slaughtered every bodyguard he had had in his penthouse.
Artemis continued their training until they were each one an army on their own. To compensate for the time they now spent out on jobs, their training was now mostly just sparring and shooting practice. Artemis realised that he could not teach his children everything; they must find out some of it on their own.
When the Agents turned 20, Artemis decided that it was time for them to leave and make their own way in life. He decided that the Mojave would be as good a place as any to send them. With the NCR just taking it over, the place would still be very wild, which meant plenty of work for a hired killer. Artemis still hadn’t forgotten his dream of a legacy that would span a thousand. It was at this point he created the Angeli della Morte. He burnt his left hand with the tip of a red-hot fire poker, leaving a small circle of scar tissue. He named it the Angeli Seal. He made Dr. Rose and the Agents to take the seal as well, claiming that they were the beginning of a secret society that would cover the whole of America, and they would be the knife in the back of every politician, the bullet in the head of every gang leader. It could be said that Artemis had gone mad at this point, but he told his children he was in a place of clarity he never knew he had.
He sent the Agents to the Mojave. They all assimilated themselves into society, and began working. Some kept regular jobs, whilst others to live lives with more adventure. Artemis began getting in jobs from contacts in Shady Sands for targets in the Mojave, and sending them to his Agents using trusted couriers.
This has been going on for five years now. The Angeli della Morte is not spread across America, only a few select people in Shady Sands actually know of its existence. It continues to deliver skilled and professional performance when working and they never give up on a job until it is completed.
