Orville Watson

Civilian Gear



Assassin Gear



Character Name: Agent 6

Nickname(s): Orville Watson

Race: Human; African-American

Sex: Male

Age: 26

Birthplace: New Reno, Nevada



Height: 6'2

Weight: 199lb

Eye Color: Left eye is scarred-over (White), Right eye is Amber

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Unkept, Near-Shoulder Length, Greasy

Facial Hair: Refer to "Civilian Gear"

Skin Color: African-American

Build: Orville is built with a bit of everything; he's agile, reasonably strong and quite dextrous

Distinguishing Features: Horrendous Chelsea Smile, Scarred-Over Left Eye, Angeli della Morte Seal



Profession: Professional Hitman, Private Investigator (usual clientele being the NCR)

Skills:

Melee Weapons, extensive
Guns, extensive
Speech, extensive

Training: Persuasive/Coercive Speech Training, Advanced Blade Training, Advanced Sniper Training, Advanced Lethal and Nonlethal Melee Techniques, Cocktail Mixing, CQC Melee Training

Other Abilities: None

Apparel: When in the role of a private investigator, Orville sports a red casual shirt, a black waistcoast, casual black slacks and a pair of scuffed black loafers (as well as a black leather belt). When in the role of the deadly assassin that he is, he dons the following attire: fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/025/d/8/fallout_assassin_s_creed_crossover_wip_by_igroc-d5sq33q.png. Whatever outfit he wears, he always has his Pip-Boy 3000 on his right wrist

Weaponry:

DKS-501 Sniper Rifle (with silencer and carbon fibre parts)



Bowie Knife



Machete Gladius



N99 10mm Pistol (with laser attachment, silencer and extended magazines)



Other Equipment: Large Sports Bag(1), 10mm Magazines(8), 308. Magazines(5), Purified Water(3), Salisbury Steak(2), Pack of Cigarettes(2)



Affiliation: Angeli della Morte

Religious Belief: Atheist

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Agent 6 was one of the few agents without true emotion, displaying signs of mild antisocial personality disorder. His upbringing and training has made him cold and numb, he thinks too much and feels too little. The first thing he sees when meets a person is not how they look, how they dress or what they act like, but the various methods in which he could kill them. Weapon schematics, combat training, his mind has been poisoned by his years of training, making him one of the deadliest that Angeli della Morte has to offer.



Agent 6, or Orville Watson as he preferred, was one of the quieter children that Artemis took under his wing. It was clear from the very beginning that 6 was meticulous and precise, the most perfectly delicate of all of the others. As he grew older, Artemis noted that he had a rather likeable tone to his voice as well, and invested in training him to be more persuasive... or coercive, depending on what the situation warrants. 6 learned fast, and by the time he was 16 he was a silver-tongued devil.

Alongside the speech training, Artemis taught 6 the ways of the blade and how to use them. 6 was naturally steady and had fast reflexes, so much like his speech training he learned fast. Artemis also saw it in his interest to teach him melee fighting on a broader scale, with lethal and nonlethal techniques. As ever, he was a fast learner and by his 17th birthday he almost rivaled Artemis in melee fighting. Various other areas were shown to 6 as well, such as Close Quarters Melee and such. The final skill that Artemis saw fit to training 6 in was sniping, due to his precise and careful nature. Unlike the other areas, this took longer for 6 to grasp as he was used to melee weapons as opposed to guns. Nevertheless, by the end of his training he could easily be a match for the 1st Recon.

When he was 19, Artemis gave 6 his first contract and urged him to find a legitimate line of work in order to keep suspicion to a minimum. First things first; the contract was asking for the head of a veteran dencus legionary, and it gave the exact location of him and his men. 6 was cautious and precise here; he didn't want to mess up his first contract. On the tip of a mount of desert rocks, 6 set up up his DKS-501 and aimed down the scope, making sure to identify the number of men and their locations in relation to the camp. Five men: two recruits, two veterans and a veteran dencus. The contractor wanted the headress and the head of the target, so he decided that he'd pick of the other four and approach the dencus up close.

'Breath in...'

6 focused on the head of one of the recruits and fired a shot.

'Breath out...'

The other men were alerted, but couldn't trace 6's location due to the suppressor and his camouflaged location.

'Breath in...'

6 focused on the head of the other recruit, who seemed to be standing in line with one of the veterans. He squeezed the trigger, and the bullet went through the head of the recruit and into the head of the veteran. Two birds, one stone.

'Breath out...'

Only two remained now.

'Breath in...'

The remaining veteran was hiding behind a crate, but the top of his head was still barely visible. Again, 6 focused on the top of his head and fired. It split the top of his skull in two and viscera covered the crate.

'Breath out...'

6 abandoned the sniper, reaching for his blade. The camp was quite a walk from here, and the dencus was now holding a hunting rifle; aiming it in all directions in a panic. Like a panther, 6 crept up to the rocks nearby the campsite and waited for the dencus to come closer. 6 could hear his prey breathing loudly, he could almost feel the sweat the poured from his targets head. When the dencus came close to the rock pile, 6 lept out like a lion and dug the bowie knife into the right arm of his foe. The dencus fired a shot westward and dropped the rifle as soon as the blade cut the tendons in his arm. Despite the fact that he was now unarmed, the dencus reached for his machete gladius and a blade fight incurred between the two. Many times, the blades simply rebounded off of each other, but 6 managed to get a few jabs into his target's abdomen. In fury, the dencus lept forward and straight onto 6's knife. It was piercing his stomach, but nevertheless the dencus was able to cause two grevious wounds to 6; a scar over his eye and a chelsea smile leading off from the left side of his mouth. After this, the dencus was weak and rolled off of 6. 6 grabbed his Bowie Knife from the dencus's abdomen and the machete gladius, stabbing his in both of his lungs; ending his life. After a moment or two, he sliced the head off of the dencus, collected his sniper rifle and made his way back to Artemis.

This first contract left 6 scarred, mentally and physically. Artemis was pleased that he completed his contract, but displeased to hear that it didn't go as smoothly as he imagined. Again, he was urged to find a line of legal work. He began advertising himself as a private investigator, and was employed by the NCR for a while during the legion-NCR battle of the Mojave. When there were supplies being sent to the wrong place, he found out. When officers without any history of NCR service appeared at ranger stations, he tracked them down and the NCR were notified. All the while, he was keeping up on his contracts for Angeli della Morte. Artemis came into possession of a Pip-Boy 3000, an item that was recovered from one of his own contracts. For his recent display of professionalism in his line of work, Artemis saw it fit to reward 6 with this. Now at the age of 25, 6 became more deeply involved with his legal work and the NCR was paying him to track down missing supply shipments and investigate reports of missing men daily. It was hard work, especially considering his illicit employment as an assassin... but it wasn't trouble for 6. The Private Investigation work benefited him in locating targets from time to time too, as occasionally he was tasked with taking down a member of the NCR.

To this day, he keeps up with both of his lines of work and rakes in a hefty amount of caps.