Mr. 47 is a genetically-enhanced clone, the culmination of decades of secret research into gene augmentation. His creation was funded by a cabal of criminal masterminds who donated their own DNA to the project.
In the 1950s, five men of various nationalities served in the same unit of the French Foreign Legion - Otto Ort-Meyer, Lee Hong, Pablo Ochoa, Franz Fuchs and Arkadij Jegorov. After their stint was finished, Ort-Meyer ran a mental institution in Romania as a cover for genetic experiments, while the other four all became major crime lords, terrorists or both.
Ort-Meyer's goal was to create "perfect" soldiers, in that they were as physically fit as possible and obeyed orders with intelligence yet loyalty. Ort-Meyer tried to make his discoveries public before 47 was created, but was discredited as a scientist because his radical theories were deemed insane by his peers.
Merely coincidental to his name, he has a 47th chromosome that gives him above-average fitness and intelligence. In real life, possessing an extra chromosome can lead to problems such as infertility, Downs syndrome and premature death. However artificial chromosomes are currently being pursued as a method of inserting new genetic material into genetically modified organisms.
Battle vs. Ellen "Ein" (by SPARTAN 119)
Note: This battle is an alternate ending based on the anime ending, so it will contain spoilers.
Somewhere in Mongolia
Ellen lay on the ground several feet from the rim of an escarpment, staring up into the sky, realizing that somewhere deep in her memory, she remembered this wide sky. She knew she had finally found her homeland. Even if she could not find her family, she was at peace.
Suddenly, though, that peace was interrupted by the sound of a silenced gunshot. Ellen turned to Reiji Azuma, the only person who had given her life meaning, lying dead, in a pool of blood flowing out of a wound in his head. Up ahead, a donkey-driven cart drove away along the dirt road.
There was only one place the shot could have come from- the cart. Ellen ran to her bag and pulled out an M16A2 and took aim at the cart. She was going to kill the bastard took the first person who had ever cared about her from her, the person that made her feel truly human for the first time she could remember. Ellen fired off a burst of several rounds, followed by two more long bursts. The bullets killed the donkey pulling the cart and broke one of the wheels, bring the cart to a stop.
Agent 47 climbed out of the cart, realizing his disguise as a Mongolian peasant was blown. 47 took an M4 carbine out from the cart and returned fire at Ellen. The shots missed as Ellen took cover behind a large boulder.
After several exchanges of fire, both Ellen and 47 ran out of ammunition for their rifles, without anything to show for it. Ein drew her Uzi and fired at 47, forcing him to retreat into a nearby house. 47 pulled a Steyr TMP and returned fire.
Agent 47 then ran to another piece of cover, a large rock about 20 meters from Ein, after several of Ein's bullets flew through the thin walls of the house. Ein had by now switched to her Colt Python, firing a shot the went just over 47's head, removing a hood he was wearing as part of his disguise and revealing 47's face, as well as the barcode tattooed on the back of his head.
After firing off all six shots from her revolver, Ein drew her combat knife and broke from cover. Agent 47 tried to take aim at her with his Silverballer, but she was too fast to get an accurate shot at.
Ellen swung her knife at Agent 47, cutting his hand and disarming him of his Silverballer. Agent 47 realized she could not defeat an opponent like Ellen in direct hand to hand combat, so he opted for a different approach. 47 drew the Taurus Raging Bull he kept in his coat with his right hand. Ellen swung at 47's hand, knocking the revolver out of his hand.
That, however, was exactly as 47 had planned, Ein's attack left her open. Agent 47 drew a switchblade as thrust it at Ein, aiming at her chest, but instead missing and hitting her arm. Still, the pain caused Ellen to drop her knife. Agent 47 kicked the knife away from Ellen and pressed his advantage, driving her backwards, towards the cliff. At this rate, 47 would either knock her off the cliff or kill her with his knife. Agent 47 lunged at Ellen, aiming a thrust at her chest.
Agent 47 felt Ellen seize him by his arm, just above the hand, and flip him over her shoulder, judo style. Agent 47 was thrown off the escarpment, falling hundreds of feet to the rock-strewn ground below. As he fell, 47 realized that he had acted exactly as his adversary had planned- he had fallen right into her trap. Then everything went black as the cloned assassin hit the ground with a sickening crunch.
Ellen walked away from the cliff. She had a new meaning for her life now. Instead of living with Reiji and searching for her origins, now she was on a personal mission to kill those responsible for his death.
Ein walked over to the destroyed cart, searching it for any evidence as to who her attacker was. She found it immediately in the form of a tablet that was still on, with a logo on the screen: a skull and crossbones with a crown, with the words Merces Letifer, Latin for "lethal trade". Below that were the words "International Contract Agency".
Ein took the tablet and put in her bag along with the rest of the weapons. Inferno, and this International Contract Agency. Ellen walked away, determined to find those responsible Reiji's death, and kill every last one of them.
Ellen won this battle because of her superior weaponry as well as her greater agility and superhuman speed, making her a difficult target for 47 to hit. She also had greater skill in close combat than 47.
Battle vs. Jason Bourne (by Redkite)
No battle written
WINNER: JASON BOURNE
While Agent 47 was very stealthy and skilled, Jason was crafty enough to evade his opponent's assassin tricks and ultimately make the battle come down to a fist fight, wherein he prevailed with his superior hand-to-hand combat training.
"Funny thing about fate, you can't out run it. My cloned friend here will learn this in a rather tragic way. Fate lines up diferently for different people. Like Johnny Wilbur's grandmonther, who spoiled him rotten. The fatass was later employed to help build the Saint Marie barge. The largest barge ever built. When our firend Johnny was working on the main bridge window, he dropped the final screw that secrued the window in place. He dropped that last screw bahind a control unit. But chubby little Johnny's hand was too fat to reach that screw. Nobody ever noticed it for the three years it was active.
Like the woodpecker that incessintly pecked at the Boston Harbor shipping yard's main building wall. A crack emerged, and was never repaired.
Finally, we see Wilma Burdston's forgetuful mind to shut the vents on that same building that night, leving a clean and open air duct vent for someone to look through. Someone like me, to look through the crosshairs of his rifle, through that vent, into the next room over where the woodpecker's crack in the wall was just wide enough for a bullet. Then eight-hundred-and-fifty meters away lies the Saint Marie Barge. In the bridge of that barge, lay an unsuspecting Agent 47, just beyond the screw hole, a screw hole that was made three millimeters too big by a sleepy worker who happened to have a little too much to drink the night prior. A screw hole just wide enough for...a bullet."
Looking around at the bleak harbor shipping yard, Deadshot searched for his target. He knew the Agent would be here by now. He had after all been hunting him for weeks. He knew what the Agent's heart rate was. He knew his favorite weapon. He knew the amount of red blood cells he had running through his veins. Now, he would kill him. It would be no small feat. Killing a highly trained assassin who was made for combat. Seems unlikely, but Lawton had no time to waste on killing pesky little assassins who thought they ruled the world with their garrotes and fancy sniper rifles. None of them would ever match Deadshot's skill. None would dare come close, none would hit their mark. As Deadshot looked upon the shipping yard, he realized something: He was being hunted.
Deadshot turned and ducked behind a shipping container just as a shot flew where he was standing only moments before. "Amateur," Deadshot muttered, setting his M24 down behind the container and arming his wristguns. Semi automatic, armor piercing, wristguns. A personal favorite of Deadshot's. He knew not where the shot had come from, nor who had fired it. He stared at the bullet, now lodged in the concrete. "Seven point six-two caliber. Semi automatic sniper rifle. Seven-hundred meters. Pathetic," He said, rounding the corner and firing a wristgun shot directly through his attacker's scope. The round cut cleanly through the scope and lodged itself in the shooter's frontal lobe.
From atop a shipping container several hundred meters away, the sniper slumped over. The shot he received to the brain killed him instantly. His rifle; left in a bloody mess, showered in broken glass from the broken scope. He was yet another sniper hired to kill the greatest assassin of all time. Deadshot saw no challenge in killing his attackers. They never put up a fight.
Agent 47 watched as his partner bled out on the container. The man was a good shot. Better than any he had met before. This of course, would not prevent him from defeating him. He can hit at a range. A remarkable range, but everyone has a weakness. Go closer, He thought to himself. He set his WA 2000 down and leapt from his position on the loading crane and onto a nearby container. Picking up his hidden AKS 74U assault rifle from the crack between two crates, he leapt off the container and ran towards the direction of his target.
Deadshot knew he wasn't done with his foes. He knew there would be one more, a cheap and desperate trick to try and kill him. They were desperate. But who could blame them? Killing the world's best sniper was no easy task. He's moving closer, Deadshot thought to himself. He wouldn't simply let him get that close. He picked up his custom M4. Suppressor, ACOG scope, custom stock, laser finder, forward grip. It was built for the job, and the job wasn't very pleasant.
He heard footsteps. Light and quick steps. Getting faster. Getting closer. He turned and fired off a round towards his attacker. Missed, Tricky one, He thought. Suddenly, a burst of gunfire erupted from around the corner. Non-suppressed, from the AK line. Fool, he thought. But he was truly no fool. The bullet struck Deadhot's soldier. His armor held up, but he formed a welt the size of a walnut. Deadshot sighed and charged forward, firing semi auto bursts. Agent 47 runs behind the container after firing off a burst at Deadshot.
Deadshot chases him around the corner and switches his rifle to full auto. He turns the bend and opens up on 47. Agent 47 ducks around the corner quickly to avoid the rounds.
47 unloads and reloads his AK and reloads it before turning around the corner of the container and firing off a shot at his attacker. Deadshot sidesteps and fires a shot into 47's shoulder, knocking him on his back. As 47 falls, he drops his rifle. Deadshot walks up to him, rifle aimed from his hip at 47. 47 quickly draws the first of his two AMT Hardballers and shoots it into Deadshot's targeting eye. Deadshot falls back as his targeting piece on his helmet shatters. The bullet smashes through his eye and into his skull. Deadshot drops to his knees in pain, gripping his bloody eye.
47, still lying on his back, fires two more shots at Deadshot's chest. The bullets bounce harmlessly off Deadshot's armor and plink to the ground. Still holding his eye, Deadshot blindly fires one of his wrist rifles through 47's thumb, causing him to drop the gun. 47 stands and picks up his pistol, he swings a kick at Deadshot and clips him along the jaw. Deadshot drops to his chest and unsheathes his knife. 47 goes for another kick and Deadshot ducks and thrusts his knife into the assassin's thigh.
While Agent 47 was a formidable opponent and possessed more accurate long-ranged weaponry, Deadshot more than made up for this with his greater skills, unbeatable marksmanship, and top-natch physical strength. Overall, Deadshot won due to having faced tougher enemies.
Battle vs. Sam Fisher (by LokoDito)
No battle was written.
Winner: Sam Fisher
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Battle vs. Jango Fett (Legends) (by SilentNinja)
In the darker streets of lower Coruscant, Agent 47 takes aim at his target, Jango Fett, with his silverballers. He shoots at Jango's helmet, but Jango ducks and turns to face 47. He pulls out his twin pistols and fires at 47. 47 ducks and grabs a trash can lid to use as a shield. They continue their firefight, but Jango jumps onto a lightpost and launches a rocket from his rocket system, and it hits next to 47, knocking 47 back and making him lose his silverballers. He runs away and hides behind a building, pulling out the fiberwire. Jango pursues him an as he rounds the corner, 47 wraps the wire around his neck. Jango struggles for a second before elbowing 47 in the stomach and then turning around, punching 47 hard enough to knock him to the ground. 47 jumps up and attempts to use the syringe, but it cannot penetrate Jango's armor. Jango hits 47 again and they fight, with Jango gaining the upper hand and smashing 47 to the ground. 47 spots his shotgun and trips Jango, and he falls flat on his back. 47 runs to his shotgun and Jango sprays flames at him, burning his feet. 47 grabs the gun and shoots at the approaching Jango. He dodges, and shoots a poison saberdart, which hits 47 in the chest. As 47 becomes lightheaded and weakened, Jango shoots him twice in the chest. Jango twirls his pistol, holsters it, and blasts off.
WINNER: JANGO FETT
Agent 47's weapons were powerful enough to kill, however, Jango's were simply better. Jango's powerful armor also gave him a huge advantage. As good as 47 is, he is trained to handle mainly unarmed, unsuspecting opponents, unlike Jango, who has defeated skilled Jedi.
The battle was declared unfair for Agent 47 because of Jango Fett's armour and futuristic weapons.
Battle vs. Master Chief (by Kingofawesomeness777)
On a spaceship passing by Mars Agent 47 wakes up from hypersleep for 6 months with his instructions and weapons by him. He understands his assignment and proceeds with the mission. He quietly sneaks out of the cargo hold and notices several guards patrolling the hallway. He ducks into the shadows and when one comes by he removes his helmet and strangels him to death. Agent 47 hides the body and puts on the suit of armor. He hides his weapons in a duffel bag and proceeds down the hall. He avoids talking to any guards and makes his way to the captian's quarters where Master Chief is going over battle plans with his commanding general. Agent 47 causes a distraction throwing a coin by the room where Master Chief and his commanding general are and they go to investigate. Agent 47 pulls out his dual Silverballers and begins to shoot the two men. The bullets have minimal effect on the armor and Master Chief runs back into the room where his weapons are while 47 manages to kill his commanding gerneral by shooting his helmet with his SPAS 12. As Master Chief returns he begins firing at 47 who dodges the shots and retreats into another room. Master Chief struggles to find him and 47 uses his W2000 to try to shoot Master Cheif with only minimal damage to the armor. Master Cheif fires his weapons at 47 which deflect because 47 was wearing armor. 47 crawls into an air vent and waits to strike. As Master Chief passes by 47 jumps down and attempts to strangle him with fibre wire. After a breif sturggle Master Chief pulls out his knife and stabs 47 only to have the knfie deflected by the armor. The two sruggle for a breif period until Master Cheif manages to overpower 47 and remove his helmet. 47 shoots at Master Chief only to have the bullets defelct and Master Cheif pulls out his gun and shots 47 in the head. Master Cheif walks away wondering how 47 managed to almost kill him.
WINNER: MASTER CHIEF
The experts believed that the Chief's energy shield protected him from anything that Agent 47 could throw at him. On top of that, his heavier hitting arsenal and intensive training won him the day.