"Mr. Green" was never just an old-timer hitman broker... he was a kingmaker. A man who thrived in the shadows, where blood and money mixed freely, where a life could be erased with a nod, and where power was negotiated over whiskey and cigars.
His Green '71 Buffalo a feared omen. If it was parked outside, someone inside wasn't walking out alive. He didn't pull the trigger anymore, but he was the one putting the gun in the shooter's hands, deciding who lived and who got died. Whether his name came from the car or his love of money, no one knew for sure, except him.
An old NightHawk agent, he had been in the game of death longer than most killers had been alive. Some said he had outlived his own expiration date, yet he always found a way to survive. He played the long game, moving pieces in the underworld like a chess master, knowing who to kill, who to spare, and who to keep on a leash. But in the end, he was always just another pawn.
Operating under the Save Golden Company front in 2014, he was the architect, the fixer, the man with the list. Every contract, every hit, every name that crossed his desk... it was all business.
He played the game too well. And when there was no one left to outmaneuver, the only move left... was to remove him from the board as a sacrifice.
Background
Before he was the boss of killers, he was the killer, an icon of his era, feared and respected in equal measure. For decades, Mr. Green operated in his hometown, Liberty City, taking contracts for the highest bidders, from mob bosses to corporate sharks. If you needed someone gone, you called him, so long as you could afford his price. He wasn't just an assassin; he was a specialist, a ghost who left no survivors, no witnesses, and no loose ends.
He built his reputation working for the Five Families, the Volino, Vincenzo, Polumbo, Salvatore, and Argento Crime Families, playing them against each other, always staying valuable but never getting too close. The Irish-American Suffolk Dealers also had his number, using him in their bloody turf wars. But the mobs wasn't his only clientele. Green had deep connections with the the Irish Mob, the Russian Markov Bratva, the Korean Neugdae syndicate, the Japanese Yakuza, and the Chinese Triads. His reputation crossed ethnic lines; he was a hired gun for all, loyal to none.
Yet, even the deadliest hitman has an expiration date. Father Time is undefeated, and Green knew it. He could still pull the trigger, but he wasn't as fast as he used to be, wasn't as sharp. He wasn't about to wait for the day some young gun put him six-feet. So, he did what few in his line of work ever do... he walked away on his own terms.
But leaving the life didn't mean leaving the business. He traded his gun for a cigar, his triggers for contracts. Instead of pulling jobs, he started running the show, assembling a network of contract killers under his command. He became the broker, the gatekeeper between death and a paycheck.
Out of all the killers he mentored over the years, "Maximo" was his greatest creation. A silent weapon honed to perfection, trained in the old-school way. Green didn't just build a business. He built a legacy. And when he finally met his end, that legacy didn't die with him... it walked away into the night, smoking a cigar and carrying his two Model 686 revolvers.
History
1980s
2000s
By 2000, Mr. Green was a seasoned assassin still operating out of Liberty City, taking contracts from anyone with the money and motive. He was approaching 60, an age where the job was starting to weigh heavier on him. His reflexes were slower, the work more exhausting, and retirement lingered on the horizon. It was during this time that he encountered Maximo, a meeting that would redefine both of their lives.
Maximo, at just 20, was a violent, desperate young man, directionless, homeless, voiceless. He survived through petty crime, robbing stores and stealing cars just to scrape by. A man with nothing left to lose and no future in sight.
Their paths crossed in a forgettable alley in Liberty City. Maximo, reckless and fearless, tried to mug Green with a knife, unaware of who he was truly dealing with. Green, unimpressed by the young man's amateur stance and lack of discipline, quickly disarmed him and threw him to the ground, proving how unprepared Maximo truly was.
With Maximo pinned and a 686 revolver aimed between his eyes, Green recognized something unusual: no fear. The young man didn't flinch, didn't beg, he welcomed death, seemingly indifferent to the possibility of dying then and there.
Instead of pulling the trigger, Green saw potential. Maximo was quiet by necessity, without a tongue, and carried the kind of raw, unshaped fury that could be molded into something useful. He offered the young man a hand up, not out of mercy, but out of recognition. Maximo was a blank slate, no attachments, no future, and no fear, ideal material for someone looking to create the perfect weapon.
Over the years, Green became the closest thing Maximo ever had to a father. He didn't just train him, he forged him into a tool of violence, shaping the directionless brute into one of the most efficient killers the world would ever know.
Personality
Mr. Green was the definition of old-school. A relic from a time when hitmen carried revolvers instead of girly suppressors, and settled disputes with fists and bullets, not lawyers and social media petitions. A hard-ass to the core, he had no patience for softness, incompetence, or excuses. He ran his business like a military operation, expecting discipline, efficiency, and results. If you fucked up, you didn't get a second chance.
Despite his strict nature, he had a sharp, dry sense of humor, often cracking jokes at the expense of others. But he couldn't take a joke himself. The moment someone fired back on him, his mood would shift like a storm rolling in, and you'd best stay clear of the hurricane.
Though he never said it outright, (well, because he couldn't), Green was the closest thing Maximo had to a father. He instilled in him discipline, strategy, ruthlessness, and the will to survive against all odds. When Maximo proved himself worthy, Green passed down his twin Hawk & Little Model 686 revolvers, deadly relics from 1980, worn with age but flawless in function. Maximo has wielded them ever since, just as they were meant to be used.
But for all the lessons Green taught him, he never taught him how to live beyond the killing. And when Green finally met his end, Maximo was left to navigate the underworld alone, carrying not just his mentor's weapons, but the weight of his absence.
Appearance
By 2014, Mr. Green was 73-years-old and had aged like cheese left out in the sun. Gritty, rough, and hardened by decades of crime. His once-strong frame had thickened with age, and though he still carried himself with an air of authority, there was no denying the years had taken their toll.
Equipment
Weapons
Vehicles
Green's Buffalo '71
Mr. Green's Bravado Buffalo 1971 is a vintage muscle car that embodies power, control, and old-school authority. Finished in a deep forest green, the car retains its classic 1970s aesthetic with chrome bumpers and dual exhausts that give it an unmistakable growl.
Events in Killer Instincts
Released
Figured they'd throw away the key, but I got you out. I always do.”
On January 5, 2014, Mr. Green waited outside Bolingbroke Penitentiary in his green '71 Buffalo, smoking a cigar as he watched the gates. Two months they could hold him, not enough evidence, not enough witnesses, just fear and whispers. When Maximo stepped out, Green was the first face to meet him, and handed him a box containing his old weapons. Brass knuckles, a switchblade, fiber wire, and his classic twin 686 revolvers.
Before heading back to the Save Golden Company, Green made a stop at Pizza This.... They took their usual booth, ordering their favorites, stuffed-crust mushroom and cheese for Green, double meat-lovers for Maximo. It wasn't about the food; it was about re-establishing routine. Being free to do whatever they want again.
Finally back at the Save Golden Company, Green led Maximo inside, where the old crew was waiting, Elvira, Heron, and a new face, Hunter Black. The office smelled of gun oil and whiskey, the air thick with work to be done. Green wasted no time distributing contracts, ensuring everyone knew their place, getting Mac back in the saddle. Maximo was back, and the killing business resumed as usual.
Returned
And that means you, Mac.”
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