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in character information.

series: Marvel 616/Deadpool
name: Wade Wilson (Deadpool)
age: Unknown, estimated to be between 40-50 (We'll settle with 45)
sex: M
race: Human (Genetic experiment/unnatural mutation)
weight: 210lbs
height: 6'2"
[OPTIONAL] cause of death: Hulk smash
canon point: Deadpool v2 issue #39
previous cr: N/A

history: [ here ] and [ here ]

personality:

Boy oh boy. Where do we begin.

Let's start with the basics.

The first thing that one may notice about Deadpool is that he talks. A lot. More-so than may of the other characters in Marvel -- actually, he talks so much that being called 'The Marc with A mouth' has long since become a title for him, and one that he takes in strides. The way he talks is beyond humorous, ultimately hilarious, in fact. He mutters numerous references to pop-culture, also he babbles on about things that seem to...not connect very well. With anything. But let's be honest here, with a face like his, what's the next best thing? (We'll get to his face later.) So he talks endlessly, even puncturing the forth wall and also anything that could be considered logical in the Marvel universe.

See, the thing is, Wade has this impressive power of breaking the forth wall. He knows that he's a comic book character, and even goes so far enough to point out the issues he was in, issues that his rivals were in, issues where he-did-that-thing-once. The thing is, no one else knows what Deadpool is talking about, so they pass the justification that it's nothing but good-ol' schizophrenia as an excuse as to why Wade does talk like he does. Also, when he talks, it's rumored that he is able to talk people into killing themselves. Not the whole manipulating "Boo-hoo you don't deserve to live anymore so why don't you just kill yourself?" Kind of pep-talks; we're talking about full-blown endless strings of 'yo-momma' jokes and how tacos are the basis of any long-standing relationship. See where we're going here?

Another thing is that Wade loves to talk about is himself. This isn't by any meaning deep. He doesn't brood (At least, not outwardly.) and he doesn't show much angst, actually it's the complete opposite. Nothing is better than himself; the fact that Wade can go on about his own interests for hours on end while shooting a never-ending supply of sub-machine gun bullets is...impressive; for the guy receiving this treatment however. It's a real killer.

"How does a guy get friends if he's like this." Well, let's be honest: he doesn't.

What happens to be Deadpool's friends also happens to be their enemies. Lets take Blind Al and Weasel for example; two of Deadpool's best buddies. Blind Al may as well be known as a mother figure to Wade; but Wade kidnapped her and locked her in a room that resembled Saw. Now Weasel, he left him at a Hydra base. These two are his best friends, two people he tormented, and two people who he still considers his best friends; so basically, Deadpool is just a bully. But no! He has a good reason for this!

He hates them; his friends. The relationship to his friends can never be justified or fallen back to the excuse 'cruel to be kind.' as a matter of, it's nothing like that. The few psychotic bursts that we've seen from Wade have been mainly focused on those that are deemed closest to him, even going so far as replying to Bob's seemingly genuine concern and spoken attachment by putting a bullet in the ex-Hydra agent's leg. He's cruel because he can be cruel, and he's cruel because he needs ultimate control, and he's cruel because hey – hopefully one day, his friends will hate him so much that one day they will kill him.

This is no different from his relationships with everyone else. The very few that Deadpool has that could be called 'comrades.' are also subjected to Deadpool's insanity. Thankfully, these people are just as insane as him, or at least, they are mutants that can take it. An example would be Cable, someone that Deadpool was to kill had become his best friend in only a few issues (Not to mention, the root of Wade's more questionable sexual fantasies.) and despite there being some real hostility between the both of them, they were all buddy-buddy; from kicking the shit out of one another to talking about depressing dark secrets which is in contrast to the relationships he has with his other 'friends'. An example: Bullseye and Deadpool are a pair of psychopaths, they kick one another's ass and then go get tacos afterwards and then talk about the hot chick behind the counter. Spoilers: she ends up dead in a Mexican stand-off between Deadpool and Bullseye.

It goes without saying that Deadpool is actually isolated from the world of superheroes. It's not because he allows himself too -- but that is a small smidgen of it -- but because Deadpool is universally famous for being insane. For being insane, dangerous, and utter lunatic that has no regard for anyone else but himself. Yet, he himself wants to be a hero and to be loved by everyone else. He doesn't want to do good, he just wants positive recognition for the things he do. But the things he does ends up doing more damage than being heroic.

Captain America was one that spoke of having to put Deadpool issued into a mental asylum because of a little accident that involved the Hulk, and Cyclops finds Wade as villainous as the next big-bad. So Wade's chances of joining the X-Men and Avengers is out of the question. (No one wants to join the Avengers anyway!)

Wade was a 'victim' to an experiment. The scientists said they could heal his cancer, right? Hell yeah, why wouldn't anyone want their cancer healed. The thing was, it didn't work out too well, and when we're talking about how it didn't work out well, we're talking about a man who is now a fleshy mass of tumors and holes in his flesh where skin should be and where muscle is viewed. Pretty ironic, really. How Wade didn't want to die in the first place and underwent this treatment to well -- now live with invulnerability and have a face that a mother would barf upon.

What's even better is that what came with the grotesque appearance was a buttload of self-loathing and insecurities. As much as Deadpool is full of himself with a heightened degree that could be considered egotistical, Wade really knows the path to self-hate. He's touchy, and the #1 reason why Wade wears a mask in the first place. The rest of his body can be put on for show, but for a real horror-movie, one glimpse at his face, and he'll go full trigger-happy. Really, he wanted his cancer gone, but instead all he got was this healing factor and a face that would make Jocelyn Wildenstein the prom queen of a century.

But speaking of violence. What an anti-hero mercenary without a few guns, half a dozen grenades, two swords for good measure.

Wade is the best of the best when it comes to violence. He has a self-destructive nature that causes him to go off the deep end, using his healing factor as an advantage, and not displaying any fear for injuries. As a matter of fact, that would be his greatest advantage. With his own self-destructive tendencies that put everyone in potential danger, Deadpool also happens to wish to die. So along with the big bonus of giant amounts of cash, Wade could get a death wish too. It's not only because that he can live forever that makes him want to die (However it is a massive part.) but also because he has a hot undead skeleton babe with a nice rack waiting for him.

(But we'll get to his relationship with chicks in a bit.)

His healing factor coupled with the massive arsenal of weaponry makes Deadpool a powerful force of experimentation. Unlike most of Marvel's heroes, Deadpool seems completely and utterly accustomed to Occam's razor: that the best way to do things is often the easiest.

When we have about a dozen heroes sitting around and planning out their strategical tactics that involve a terrorist organization, Wade's already in a base and rigged it with enough explosives to make a crater that could be noted as an eighth-world-wonder. To people that are correct in the terms of being socially acceptable, this would be a very very bad thing to happen -- but to the very few, this could be a good thing. The only thing that matters to Wade concerning his jobs is that he gets paid in the end. From blowing up skyscrapers to making aliens. It's a selfish thing to say the least, and what's even worse is that Deadpool is easily swayed to change sides. As a matter of fact, he is so easily swayed by getting the best of his benefits that Deadpool has no regrets, nor shame, in betraying those that are the closest to him.

Being the morally ambiguous and mentally flawed anti-villain that Deadpool is, he's a powerhouse of chaos. In an interview with Cable's 'special' lady-friend Irene, Wade was asked if he would do anything for money. Surprisingly, Deadpool said yeah, followed up by saying that he'll even kill babies.

That's a lie, though. Even those Wade seems to be completely ignorant and also obvious to the fact that there are innocent people, good wholesome people who are not mutants and cannot defend themselves -- even though Deadpool is seemingly a psychotic happy-go-lucky machine gun on his own, he has his limits of who and who should not be killed. One of them is children; even saving a bunch of them from when he coaxed the Hulk to go full-on rage-mode all because Wade needed to be smothered by big green palms and end his life, Wade still ended up saving a bunch of little kids.

Wow. What a hero. Well, not really.

Oh and lets not forget that saving some hot chick is a bonus.

Romantically, Deadpool is the type of guy that falls head-over-heels the moment some hot stuff walks through the door. Sure he's had his fair share of girlfriends, but when he tries to make his move it's...pretty bad. Still keeping that lewd attitude and letting their rejections fall on deaf ears. But at least he's trying, even going so far to be delusional enough to think that they're just playing hard to get. Because chicks always play hard to get. A slap on the cheek? To Deadpool that's basically a love-letter, a punch equals foreplay. All the ladies love Deadpool. Mainly a big fat alien that he married so he could say the universe -- again. Not to mention, Deadpool finds one way or another to be attracted/admire men too. Those superheroes with their bulging muscles underneath tight spandex...

With the constant strings of delusions and hallucinations, the unpredictable behavior and rubbish that comes out of his mouth, it's easy to say that Deadpool is everything but consistent in everything he does.

abilities/powers:

What makes Deadpool Deadpool is his rapid healing factor. This healing factor is beyond the power of Wolverine's, and therefore, Deadpool is able to survive multiple attacks: bullet wounds and impalements are nothing to him, neither is burning or cold temperatures that could kill someone with ease. However, with this power, it does not mean that Deadpool can't feel pain – because he can still feel the wounds inflicted on him. What else makes his healing factor impressive is that Deadpool can be dismembered and still he could reattach his limbs, only for in a few minutes the regrow of muscle tissue and skin will heal over and the limb will regain it's movability. "What if one of those limbs were lost," That can be solved simply. Because the healing factor is immense in it's power, Deadpool cannot only reattach his limbs, but they also regrow; this also counts for every body part and organ.

Because his healing factor is like it is, Deadpool is also immune to such things as diseases and drugs; the former being the prime reason why getting drunk is such a problem. There is also the immunity of of telepathy. Because of this power he has, Deadpool's brain is in a consistent state of healing, causing new-grown brain-cells that makes it difficult for the most proficient psychics to penetrate. Not to mention; this invulnerability stuff he has going on for him, it lets him grow at a slow rate.

His healing factor isn't the only ability or skill that Deadpool has.

Prior to the Weapon-X project that caused his disfigurement in the first place, Wade was already set as a mercenary; and he's a good one. He's insanely skilled with all different types of weaponry -- from swords to guns and from grenades to even being creative enough to dress up in a pig carcases and use that for protection. Among the known mercenaries in the world, Deadpool's skill are the best it's just...he really isn't. With a rep of betrayal and serving for his own wants, no one wants to hire him.

With these two on board as being abilities, Deadpool is also loaded with superhuman strength and stamina and everything else. He hardly gets tired, his strength is on par with Wolverine's, and with reflexes and speed like he has, someone was generous enough to show more than enough crotch-shots to last for a life-time.

Oh. And he has hyper-awareness. Hyper-awareness meaning that he knows that he's a comic book character, and that he talks to himself in those little white and yellow boxes that serve some purposes one way or another.

And he's annoying. Really really annoying. And insane. Really insane. And ugly; so making someone vomit on command by removing his mask is probably an accomplishment too.

first person sample:

[ Hi. This is going to be one of those accidental posts. You know, the ones where some dumbass drops their communicator and there it's magically turned on and showing video?

Good, we're on the right-track then.

Because that just happens.

It's a beautiful night sky; the moon in full bloom illuminating the surface of the ground. But where the communicator landed was right underneath Deadpool's hospital gown-thing. Small children should advert their eyes; and yes ladies, his family jewels are quite real. ]

Oops.

[ It would be better if, at this time while Deadpool was leaning over to pick it up, that everyone squints their eyes and think of happy thoughts. ]

Ah-ha! Deadpool you're a genius. It works just the same as my TV, you punch it and then -- BAM!!! Adult channel. Steve Jobs has nothing on me.

[ When he brings his face into view, it's obscured by a sheet of cloth; eye-holes cut out and all. ]

Sup my fellow citizens on the set of 'Invasion of the Body-snatchers 2: Where the hell is everybody.'

[ A pause. He looks deep in thought for a few moments. A few moments of silence. ]

Sooooo -- what's the dealio? -- Oh let me guess. It sounds like -- AAAAHHHH IT'S GALACTUS EVERYONE RUN!!!

Sounds 'bout right. Am I right?

[ No. ]

Ooooor that it's an alternative universe -- sheesh. I really hope it's Earth-3490 because Tony Stark totes make a smokin' hot babe.

[ He cups his face hand over the mic, speaking quickly in a whisper that is more like a hiss. ]

Psssst. He gets hitched with Steve Rogers. Don't tell me you didn't see it coming.

[ Reeling back, he continues. ]

Ahem. Anyway, I'm Deadpool, if you don't know who that is then have you been living under a rock and watching the repeats of Happy Days for your whole life? I'm the badass mother#*@^$% of the X-Men. No. No, I won't talk about those sorry sacks. Let's talk about me. Me. Me. Me.

Deadpool is short for El-senor Deadio-Poolio. But you fine ladies can call me DP [ A wink. ] that's short for double pen --

[ Thank god he drops the communicator again. Or maybe unlucky considering where it landed. ]

Whoops!

ANYWAY. I usually look like this --

[ Using one hand to unfold the really ruffled piece of paper that he found, he holds in front of the camera view so that everyone can see the drawing he did. That was drawn with crayons. Which he also found. ]



[ He gives the viewer a good long look of the crappy picture before rolling it back up and putting it...somewhere that he won't find later. ]

Now I know how popular I am since my death and I'm sure a lot of ladies and fat neck-beards are mourning over my sudden splatter with the Hulk, but I would really really like my costume back. I can't do my superhero-ing in this get-up.

Also, whoever took my costume, give me your wallet.

third person sample:

When Wade wakes up, he's on a tray. One of those trays that are usually reserved for people who are dead -- which (un)fortunately Wade was not. That sucked major jawbreakers. (If he took that thought out of context, that could have seriously been some NC-17 material right there.)

He doesn't know it's a morgue at first; hell he doesn't even know he's awake yet. Lets be honest here, he was waiting for some hot sweet piece of skeleton ass and fine rack ready to pick him up. Thankfully, the ADD got to him first, and that's when he slammed his head against the ceiling of his little corpse box.

"Ow. ow. ow. $%#@."

See -- ?

That's what happens when you fight the Hulk and get splattered into ketchup. You end up in a morgue with something weighing on your chest and stuck in a morgue.

And do you smell that?

That's the smell of death. But lets be honest here; what really happened was Taskmaster found Wade's roadkill'd corpse and placed it in one of those corpse boxes, leaving a trail of gas for Deadpool to follow with his Pooly-sense.

"I'll find you Tasky, even if it's the last thing I do!"

Wow, but okay -- now was really not the time for Deadpool to get into theatricals. Shoving himself out of the corpse box thingamabob, he noticed the phone fall flat on the floor.

" -- Oh. Em. Gee!!" Picking the cellphone up, he stared at it, fidgeting with multiple buttons that actually didn't do jack-shit. But guess what? Deadpool has a smart phone, and you know what that means? "I've always wanted one of these. Now who's a zany hip kid that can watch episodes of 'According to Jim' and check twitter at the same time while I'm sitting on the john. Life just got sweeter. Score one for the Deadpool!"

Shouting enthusiastically, he clenched his hand around the small device to place it in his poc --

Uh --

"Why am I dressed like a victim from Law and Order: CI. What did I ever do to deserve this!?"

There was a pause, his brain worked like a slowly-dying mouse on a spinning wheel, "Oh...right. I tried to die, duh. But you know, these things really need pockets; hey not that I'm complaining I like the cold air-conditioning that makes me feel like a bottle of mountain dew against my butt as much as the next person. But there is only one place I can put my brand-spanking new Poolio-phone and that place is reserved for relieving myself...and Cable's metal tentacle things."

Why did he get the sudden feeling that someone was judging him? Judging him in this cold dark room that was covered in sheets and sinks and oooh--. that was a nice little tray of scalpels and other tools that could be used for killing unwilling victims which is one of Deadpool's hobbies, and which is why no one on okcupid.com ever gets back to him.

But that sign that said 'Wash your hands.' was looking at Deadpool funny.

Cue the outstretched arm and made the pointy finger.

"Don't knock it till you try it pipsqueak!"

Now there was one more problem; his clothes. His costume was completely gone, leaving Deadpool with his cancerous lady lumps that covered his whole frame. So, what is a superhero meant to do when he was insecure about his own looks and wants to get out of this place so he can catch the next marathon of Roseanne?

He goes to the nearest other dead body on a table and yanks off it's own sheet of uh -- clothes; then he wraps it around his face.

" -- eeeuughh. Dead Dude's Crotch; the new fragrance by Black Swan. Warning: may contain traces of genital herpes."

Tying the hospital gown around his face, Deadpool stumbled around to find the tray of those surgical tools. It would have really helped if he -- you know; took the small pair of scissors before wrapping the thin material around his face, but he had to admit, he liked to live dangerously.

Cutting out two dodgey eyeholes, Deadpool blinked and smirked underneath his new makeshift mask.

It was a pretty low-blow to steal some corpse's only clothes, so finding a pen (which would have to have been somewhere. Hopefully.) he wandered back to the body and wrote in scratchy letters on the dubbed dead dude's abdomen: 'DEADPOOL WAS HERE.'

"I kill myself."

Only instead he didn't, and he could even hear the nagging voice in his head telling him that he didn't, "Shut up, brain! No one asked you -- " And adding as an afterthought, " -- Stupid know-it-all-jerk...no wonder no one likes you."

It was times like this that he really needed an adult; but there was the next best thing at least -- if an elevator could even be called an adult.

Yanking the phone from the stainless steel table which he left it on and taking a scalpel with an impressively comical, " -- Yoink!!" Wade made his way to the elevator; finger to his lips and his hand grazed along all the buttons. It felt like a lucky dip; will he end up in the blind ward, or will he get to see some sweet action by accidentally stumbling into the nurse's locker-room.

A man can dream.

"♪ Well, I know what I've been told. You've got to work to feed the soul. But I can't do this all on my own. No, I know. I'm no Superman. I'm no Superman ♪"

Scrubs was the best.

Stepping out of the elevator which stopped at ground floor, Deadpool was completely surprised by the lack of dead people and other unsexy people in those lab coats. It was actually one of the things that made his quirk an eyebrow. Honestly, a hospital without dead people? What kinda hospital was this, it was going to start going out of business if something about it wasn't done soon.

Priority number one: hurt more people so they can use the hospital more. Certainly the charity work will give him enough positive recognition.

Steve Rogers eat your heart out, there's a new charity worker in town.

"Huh...must be lunch hour or somethin'..."

Stroking his chin, he went to the front door of the hospital before shoving himself through the doors. "You know what that means don't you, brain? Time for some good ol' fashioned chimichanga. Chimichanga. Chimichanga. Chimichanga."

And there he went, the greatest heroic super-villain released in the city; leaving naked corpses behind to experience a greater -- more brighter future...

**RP samples from previous games may be linked.

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