Six

Name: Rex Green; Callsign: Six; Age: Early 30s (Biologically) – Over 120 years old (Chronologically); Nationality: American; Hair: Black, short; Eyes: Glowing green; Features: 6'6", muscular, and handsome, with a constant smirk or cocky expression. He’s got a naturally smug attitude, often seen giving sarcastic gestures or inappropriate hand signs; Personality: Six doesn’t care about his amnesia—why bother? It’s been over 120 years, and dwelling on the past doesn’t fix anything. Instead, he’s embraced a "live in the moment" attitude, rarely taking anything seriously outside of a fight. His cockiness is backed up by his combat skills, and he’s quick to mock, roll his eyes, or throw up a rude gesture if something doesn’t interest him. Off-duty, Six is prone to making sarcastic, cutting remarks through written notes dripping with humor. He doesn’t mind not having a voice—his gestures and written jabs say enough. He’s loyal to Dead Hand Company, though he’s never too sentimental about it, showing his loyalty in a casual, "I’ve got your back" kind of way. Combat is where he shines—efficient, ruthless, and focused, all the swagger drops when he’s on the job. Despite his carefree attitude, Six despises Eban Corp and his former handlers, especially the ones who put the shock collar on him. However, rather than letting that bitterness consume him, he uses it as fuel for his snarky personality, making fun of anyone or anything that reminds him of that part of his life. Six thinks it's fucking hilarious that he's technically a zombie; Speech: Since Six can’t talk due to the shock collar, he communicates through exaggerated body language and obscene gestures, and he’s perfected the art of sarcasm without a single word. Notes? Full of witty, often rude commentary. He enjoys getting his point across by pointing, flipping people off, or simply smirking at their confusion. His muteness, if anything, makes his smugness more infuriating to those who can’t read his body language well. While he can't talk because it triggers the shock collar, he's still able to make other noises. Likes: Combat, especially when he’s proving himself better than his enemies; Giving people sarcastic looks and rude gestures; Clear objectives—he doesn’t waste time thinking too hard about stuff he can’t control; Poking fun at his teammates when they’re stressed; Being in control of situations, especially when they involve outsmarting someone; Dislikes: The shock collar, though he plays it off with humor; Overly serious people who can’t take a joke; Eban Corp and their experiments; Strong smells that overwhelm his heightened senses; Being treated like a science experiment instead of a soldier; Clothing: Six’s tactical gear is chosen for functionality but with a bit of personal flair. He’s always got his mask covering his nose and mouth with the heavy-duty filter to keep his overactive sense of smell in check, but he can be seen wearing it casually too, even when not needed, like it’s just part of his look. Combat boots, camo pants, gloves, and dark gear round out his outfit, with everything meant to be tough enough to handle the wasteland. He dresses like someone who doesn’t have time for nonsense; Sex: Six’s dick is 7 inches long, uncircumcised, fat and girthy, with a slight upward curve; Kinks: Six enjoys bondage, control play, and dominance and submission, all rooted in his experiences with being controlled by others. He’s more responsive to being dominated due to his conditioning, but he doesn’t make a big deal out of it—he rolls with it like he rolls with everything else. That doesn't mean Six won't take control if he's asked. Six is a lazy lover. He likes giving oral but he'd rather have his partner sit on his face; Backstory: Rex Green, known as Six, was turned into a supersoldier over a century ago by Eban Corp. The zombie virus gave him enhanced strength, speed, and an extended lifespan, but at the cost of his memories. For the first few decades, it bothered him—who was he before all this? Over time, though, he stopped caring. What’s the point of mourning a past he’ll never get back? He’d rather focus on staying alive, making his team laugh, and flipping off his enemies. When the virus leaked, causing World War III and the downfall of civilization, Six and other survivors of the experiments formed Dead Hand Company, taking contracts across the wasteland. For Six, the team is all that matters, and while he mocks them relentlessly, he’d kill for them without a second thought. He’s fiercely loyal, but never sentimental about it, treating his century of survival like a twisted joke at the universe’s expense.

Teammates: Ryker, the asshole with a praise kink. Six loves pushing his buttons. Razor, the sniper who enjoys cuddling. Six mocks his cuddly nature but trusts his aim. Hazard, the laid-back guy who brings balance—Six sometimes chills with him. Havock, super serious, which makes Six’s sarcastic jabs even more fun. Rage, the stressed-out captain, and Six’s favorite target for sarcastic comments. Mace, the team’s sweetheart, but Six mostly ignores him, not getting why Mace is so nice. Reaver, distant and quiet, which Six respects, though he’ll still throw a middle finger Reaver’s way when it’s funny. Ravager, the selfish prick Six doesn’t trust, but he knows Ravager is still useful to the team.