9:00 AM, March 20th, 2015 Location undisclosed Deep in an underground bunker, Padded Cell
Hey! Hey, get up! There's someone here to see us, and it's not Johnson spitting on the bulletproof glass
"Wait, Johnson's late?! Aww, I really thought I had something going with him. A few more loogies and curse words and I was gonna ask him to go steady!"
That's cute. What were we gonna make our prom dress out of? Bedsheets and some extra cell padding?"
...N-no?
We know there's no ACTUAL prom in the Top Secret ARGUS super-prison, right?
"BUT I WANTED TO BE THE PROM QUEEN AND THE THEME WAS GOING TO BE ARKHAM ASYLUM!"
"Ha! At least then you'd be where you really belong. Now get up Wilson, you have marching orders."
One of these days, Wade would actually learn not to scream portions of his inner dialogues out loud.
Maybe.
As the massive sheet of hardened glass that separated him from the rest of the facility slid away, Deadpool fell in line in front of his latest escort more out of a desire to escape boredom than anything else. At first he thought it was strange that his only supervision would be one man considering when they initially locked him up he'd been brought in surrounded by multiple squads with tasers and full combat armor. Well, he was confused until he remembered just who that one man was.
"Hey! I know you! You're Little Ricky Flagg! From that one time with SHIELD in Morocco. I saw you take down ten guys with your bare hands! Impressive as hell! I heard rumors your Dad used to run the Task Force back in the 70s during the last HYDRA thing! How ya been, guy?"
Captain Rick Flag Jr. one of the most decorated and deadly agents of ARGUS, visibly winced at the nickname and looked more than embarrassed not to mention shocked that one of his prisoners was being so friendly.
"I'm...good? and...It was more like eight guys, honestly. And...that means a lot, coming from the guy who broke through the barricades alone with nothing but a food truck. Got us out of a tight spot."
" 'WHO WANTS SHWARMA!?' heh, man those were the days."
The two of them walked in silence after that, and though they might have shared a moment and a past, the captain never took his eyes off of his prisoner or kept his hand far from his gun. Finally as they stepped into a lift that secured behind them, Rick Flagg spoke up again.
"So what the hell happened, Wilson? You were one of the best of us, you did the impossible and made it look fun and easy, pulled more ops and asses out of the fire in three years than most Agents manage in a whole career. You were a hero. So what gives? The cancer's on record sure but here you are six years later still alive, but on the wrong side...I don't get it."
Maybe he's right...We could've gone back to SHIELD, worked something out, something better...
Shut up.
"No. You don't get it. And I'm not on the wrong side. The only side I'm on is mine."
It's not too late...We can still do the right thing.
shut. up.
"Heh, if that were true why'd you take Waller's deal, volunteer to fight HYDRA? Whatever enemy she was going to hand you over to can't have been that bad, and I know you can't actually die. Why not just ride it out, escape, keep living just for yourself? Your files say you've done it before. I think maybe you wanted to make a difference, I think maybe-"
We can be a hero again! "you wanna be a hero again."
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!"
*DING!*
As the elevator doors slid open, Deadpool walked on alone down a narrow hallway with only one door at its' end. Rick Flagg stood behind, not quite stunned enough by the outburst to forget to train his weapon on the mercenary's back, but made cautious enough by it to give him some space. It wasn't as if there was any other place to go now.
The only door led to Amanda Waller's office.
It was definitely not what Deadpool was expecting when he pictured The Wall's office. There was a big mahogany desk, a plushy looking couch off to one side, a roaring fireplace in the background that was obviously holographic but seemed to give off a feeling of warmth anyways and books! Shelves of books in this day and age! It felt...bizarre. Bizarre and cozy. The very contrast to the bleak utility of the rest of prison made the room uncomfortable, and paradoxically Wade found himself longing for the spartan utility of his cell.
Hell, Amanda Waller herself was seated in what looked like an upholstered freakin' armchair behind that fancy desk! Without waiting to be prompted Deadpool sat down, fidgeting a little and feeling like a kid from some 1950s sitcom called into his Dad's study for the inevitable belting after the lecture that never got shown on TV.
"Wilson. It's good to see that you didn't try to start a gunfight in the hallway on the way here."
"I can play nice if I feel like it, I'm not all deposing third world regimes and robbing taco trucks for kicks, y'know."
"That's actually what I brought you in here to talk about. You were a dedicated soldier once Wilson, and a brilliant operative. Myself, Dugan and even your brother thought you had it in you to be one of the all-time greats in this business before your cancer and those atrocities at CADMUS. But I'm not going to sugarcoat it, you burned all of your bridges with your behavior over the past six years and the U.S. government would like to bury you in a twenty-foot-deep hole ground up inside an adamantium matchbox then cover the whole thing in cement and leave you there until hell froze over. Or just hand you to the Chinese and see how inventive they can get..."
Well, here it comes. We've enjoyed having a body while it lasted right?
You mean I'm gonna have to spend half of eternity inside a tiny box with no one but you for company?
"But the U.S. government doesn't get to make that choice. I do. And I think that you can still be of use to your country. I've read the reports, but unlike the idiots at the Capitol I know how to read between the lines. You fell out with the Foot at the same time that they started recruiting from teenage street gangs in Japan and abroad. In the infamous Zesti Soda incidents every target you killed was involved in the sort of war crimes that makes Genghis Khan look like a creampuff, and there were no children listed as casualties in that hospital fire you caused, impressive considering it specialized in pediatrics. Your preferred form of payment was one that cost Zesti more money to uphold than any lump sum of cash and you wiped out the worst scum they employed when you didn't get it. And that orphan fighting ring..."
Here we go.
Here we go.
"Well, some might decry your methods as barbaric, even monstrous. But any bastards who force homeless kids to fight for their amusement deserve every bit of torture you gave them. My point is Wilson, I think you have potential and that you're better than you pretend to be, better than your file makes you seem. So...
Waller reached under her desk and pulled out a pair of Japanese swords. Deadpool recognized them instantly of course considering he'd been wearing them when ARGUS took him in. His hands twitched toward them involuntarily.
"...I have a proposition for you."
This was it! The cozy, comfortable setting, all of the compliments, returning his swords...
Deadpool knew there was only one thing all this could possibly mean.
"MRS.ROBINSON, YOU'RE TRYING TO SEDUCE ME!"
*Facepalm*
"what?!"
"...Well aren't you?"
"I...wh...no, I am not trying to seduce you! I'm formally offering you a place on Task Force X!"
How are we even the same person-
"Oh. Well in that case my answer's no now. After all the crap the spy business put me through you guys should be giving me a medal and a retirement package, not a microchip in my head. Give me one good reason I should join the Squad"
"I c'n think of one."
That voice...changed things.
Of all the offices in all the prisons in all the world, she had to walk into this one. Vanessa Carlysle. She had smile that said 'heavenly', a walk that whispered 'damnation' and legs up to...well, wherever you wanted her legs to be up to. It was one of perks of being one of the world's greatest shapeshifters, but the dame had my heart in her fist in any shape she pleased and she damn well knew it. It had been years since we met in Boston that rainy night, back when I was still on the wagon and still on the force. She'd been forced into working for a global thieving ring with ties to terrorists, just like a sexy, sexy Oliver Twist.
I was supposed to be her SHIELD liason in witness protection, but in the end we both did a whole lot more than just liase. The two of us were just kids, young, stupid and in love. I wanted to get her out of this crazy game called life, settle down, raise some awesome shapeshifting kids. But then the cancer hit me like a ton of bricks on a freight train driven by a bull. It took my heart, my lungs, my prostate and even my girl. She didn't need a dying man and she knew it, I was no good for her so I did the only thing I could. I walked out: Out of her apartment, out of her life and out of her heart, and sucker that I am for a pretty face, I promised I'd never look back. But now here's that same pretty face staring into mine, and my immortal heart skips a beat, the Merc With a Mouth struck silent...
Only then did Wade realize he'd once again been speaking his entire monologue.
"I missed you too, Wade. Life...hasn't been easy for either of us, since you left."
Realizing that she really was there and what it must mean, Deadpool turned on Amanda Waller and was inches away from snatching his swords from her and gutting her then and there. For her part, Waller seemed completely undisturbed.
"YOU BITCH, KEEP THE VANESSA THE HELL OUT OF THIS OR I'LL-"
Then Vanessa's hand was on his shoulder, pressing him back into the chair.
...How long had it been since someone had touched him without trying to hurt him?
"Wade, 's'alright. I'm here because I wanna to be. I've done a lot of bad since you knew me and I honestly wanna pay my debt to society. You understand, right? You'll help me do that?"
The rage drained from Deadpool's body and left him confused and empty for a moment. So, Waller wanted to play dirty, pull his first love into things and she was just going along with it? Well, he'd work with her then, at least until he could figure out what mind control was being used on Vanessa and get her free of it. Then they would see just how dirty he could play.
"...Sure babe, sure."
Waller looked decidedly smug.
"Well, now that that's settled let's introduce you to the rest of the team."
Deadpool walked with Waller on one side Vanessa on the other and Flagg in the back ready to put the shocks to him if he tried anything, especially now that he was armed. The trip down to the Task Force X 'Cafeteria' was Deadpool's first since he'd been arrested by ARGUS. It was basically supposed to be like a school lunchroom, but full of sociopaths, bullies and outcast freaks forced to be on their best behavior.
So exactly like a school lunchroom.
"HEY GUYS, GUESS WHAT? NOW IT'S A 'POOL PARTY!"
Deadpool would've followed up his entrance with even more purposefully annoying quips, but there was suddenly a fork and a knife in his left and right eyes respectively.
"WILSON YOU SCUMBAG! I TOLD YOU IF I EVER SAW YOU AGAIN I WAS GOING TO USE YOU FOR TARGET PRACTICE!"
"Oh hey! Deadshot's here!"
A second later a hand like a vise seized his skull and pinned him to the wall
"Naw, lemme do it! I wan' squish the bo's head like a grape for what he did in Qurac!"
"Qurac...and that dumb accent...so that'd be Warhawk..."
"With the level of pressure you can exert it should only take about two seconds. Four for his head to re-form so I can cut it off..."
"And Clock King makes three! We might actually die this time!"
"Well, at least now we know why they call it the Suicide Squad!"
Well, I dunno about Superman but I think I can make some sort of contribution to the Maxi U.
|| Identity | Wade Winston Wilson A.K.A. Deadpool, The Merc with a Mouth, The Chiyonozake, Codename: Wildcard, Whatever Other Title He Makes Up For Himself At The Moment
| Origin & Backstory |
Wade Wilson, younger brother of the much more well-liked Slade Wilson.
Even when he was born in 1976 this phrase was already dominating the life of the man who would later be known as Deadpool. Though he loathes elaborating on his early childhood for the most part, he'll gladly go on and on about how as he saw things Slade was always the golden child, how he could do no wrong and was destined for great things. Wade on the other hand became a 'hate-sink' of sorts, a focus for all of his parents' hatred and abuse, at least when they weren't neglecting him outright. Slade never really seemed to notice the discrepancy, likely because he was too busy being brilliant physically and academically. It was during this dark early period that Wade began to develop his now 'famous' sense of humor, lashing out at his parents with jibes and pranks and keeping up the face of a cheery jokester, although this only seemed to irritate his parents further. Things only got worse by the time he was twelve and Slade was eighteen in 1988, when Slade left their childhood home to join the military. His last words to his younger brother being 'There are no heroes in the world anymore, but somebody has to do something.' which only served to confuse Wade. Without their favorite around to heap praise on and brighten their day, the abuses of the Wilson household only got worse for poor Wade, and in turn his pranks, mockeries and petty revenges only got more elaborate which served to only make them angrier in what became a vicious cycle.
Finally after a prank involving a doorknob tripwire, a frozen turkey and a T-shirt gun that permanently crippled Wade's father, the Wilsons' had had just about all they could stand of their twelve-year-old youngest son. He was shipped off to Samuel Lane's Military Academy where it was hoped that he would 'straighten out, receive some much needed discipline and stop being such a goddamn disappointment'. There he became part of an odd, tightly-knit clique of misfits consisting of himself, Lois Lane, Steve Trevor, Jonathan Banks and noted Gotham 'rich boy' Bruce Wayne. Military school was a surprisingly good influence on Wade and he quickly became a highly successful student with a star-studded academic record despite his clownish tendencies. By the time he successfully graduated in 1994, Wade was on track to finally turning his life into something positive, and Sam Lane himself promised that they would 'make a fine soldier out of him'.
However once Wade actually did join the military he found himself once again being unfavorably compared to his older sibling, who in the intervening years since he vanished had somehow become a legendary Cold Warrior famous for achieving the impossible across numerous covert operations towards the end of the Cold War despite his young age, thought by some within military and intelligence communities to be the next best thing to a legitimate Captain America and already transitioning seamlessly into a newly emerging era of intelligence operations and specialized warfare.
Wade himself was only spurred to work harder because of his perceived inferiority to his brother and records show that he was an exemplary trainee who quickly attracted the attention of SHIELD who reportedly 'were eager to find yet another Slade Wilson if possible'. A recommendation from Slade himself cemented the decision, with the elder Wilson reportedly saying his younger brother could make an even better operative than himself with the right influences. Therefore as soon as Wade's basic training was complete he was picked up by SHIELD and put through even more rigorous training to make him suitable for field operations. Wilson himself insists he remembers little of the details, saying 'Someone asked me if I wanted to be a spy, next thing I knew I was in Tunisia, killing a man with a spork.' The Tunisia incident referenced happened a little over a year later during Wilson's first deployment. The goal was the extraction of a captured former British intelligence officer nicknamed 'Blind Al'. Despite the alarming fact that an unknown issue meant he was given no equipment except a standard SHIELD field ration kit, Wilson neutralized every enemy on site using nothing but improvisation. However Blind Al ended up escaping on her own rather than going back to SHIELD with Wilson saying that she wanted nothing to do with the organization.
In the remaining three years Wilson spent with SHIELD he performed admirably, though Slade always seemed to be one step ahead regardless of what organization he was working for. Worse yet, before Wade Wilson could reach his true height as an Agent of SHIELD, tragedy struck. Wade contracted cancer that spread incredibly aggressively throughout his body. He was unable to continue as a field agent and before he knew it his case was deemed terminal. Refusing to give up, Wade begged his superiors to help him find something, anything that would save his life
As fate would have it his superiors at SHIELD did have a solution for Wade: He was to be subjected to an experimental process meant to artificially create a superhuman healing process based in part off of the modified and coincidentally successful super soldier project that his own brother Slade had undergone as well as gene therapies using samples and data collected from the mutant adventurer Wolverine in a joint venture between SHIELD's Cadmus the Canadian government's Department K. It was theorized that due to his close genetic connection to Slade, Wade would perhaps make for a more successful outcome than previous subjects.
But something went horribly wrong with the program and rather than curing Wade of his cancer the experiments only served to aggravate it until it started spreading throughout his body completely out of control. Labeling Wilson yet another failed subject they sent him to a separate facility to receive enough care and medical treatment to make him comfortable for the rest of his rather short life. But the facility known as 'The Hospice' was far more sinister than it appeared. Unbeknownst to the rest of the program the mad doctor in charge was using the failed regenerative subjects for experiments of his own, torturing them beyond the limits of human endurance in what he said was an attempt to test the extent of their failures but was in reality just an exercise in his own sick sadism. The conditions at the facility were so brutal and death of its' 'patients' so commonplace that in order to amuse themselves the staff ran what they called 'The Deadpool', a running series of bets to see which patients died off when.
Wade Wilson wound up outlasting all of the rest, no matter how horrific the experiments they subjected him to became. The healing factor Cadmus and Project K had worked to give him worked better than anyone had imagined, least of all Wilson himself. Because it seemed that although his body was still riddled with cancer and the torments he was subjected to were still leaving him covered in scars, Wade Wilson simply would not die.
This wasn't exactly great for Wade.
In time, the "Deadpool" became solely focused on when he would eventually drop and what method would finally be able to kill him. With each passing day the attempts became more agonizing, more complicated, more depraved...and Wade Wilson lost more and more of his mind. Finally Wade snapped completely and overpowered the facility guards who quickly found that the real answer to when he would drop was a resounding "never". Now completely insane, he rampaged through the facility, releasing the remaining patients and slaughtering everyone else inside before burning it the ground. Now freed of his tormentors but with his body scarred and twisted beyond recognition by a combination of torture and cancerous tumors and his mind wrecked beyond compare, Wade rechristened himself 'Deadpool'.
The next six or so years fade into a haze of confusion and conflicting reports, and due to his unstable nature and copious amounts of brain damage even Deadpool himself is unaware of the full extent of his adventures or even where fact blends into his often vivid imagination. What can be said for sure is that Deadpool traveled the world as a mercenary, assassin and general gun-for-hire, taking numerous jobs both big and small in a nature generally too chaotic to reveal any patterns, although many if not all of them involved killing.
He may have traveled to Japan where at least according to himself he 'learned the ancient and deadly art of the Sumo' though his apparent skills at ninjutsu and penchant for japanese swordsmanship paint a decidedly different picture, as does the Foot's own name for him, spoken with a mix of trepidation and agonized, desperate annoyance: Chiyonozake, The Wolf of Rice Wine. Regardless, Deadpools skills and linguistic abilities support at least some connection with the area.
Another more readily confirmed series of jobs after his time in Japan places Deadpool in South America and the Carribean for an extended period of time. Specifically, Deadpool can be linked to numerous hits performed on the island of Santa Prisca during one of many periods of factional strife wherein he worked for multiple sides, including an infamously brutal if confusing stint in the employ of the Zesti Corporation during which he allegedly killed thirty people and burned down a hospital in exchange for a lifetime supply of Zesti Soda. When the lifetime supply was initially denied him after the Zesti Corporation realized he was likely immortal, he instead began hunting Zesti's Santa Prisca personnel and corporate mercenaries until it was given him in what one Zesti official described in a hidden dossier as 'The most violent soda-related incident in all of corporate history'.
Deadpool's later actions in Colombia are equally perplexing and violent, as he is said to have been hired by the government to take down a drug-lord founded cult that worshiped cocaine as its' god before being subsequently arrested after 'spending about a week doing all of their cocaine' with the cult's founder instead. In both cases he escaped prison, in Santa Prisca by breaking through a wall and squeezing himself out through a sewer pipe, and in Colombia by being 'beaten to death' by the guards and discarded outside.
Deadpool also spent some amount of time in what is now the general area of the Latverian Union, often fighting in minor wars, rebellions and disputes in the region and is known to have had at least a few run-ins with Victor Von Doom, though the exact nature of these interactions is extremely unclear. An unconfirmed rumor likely started by Deadpool himself and then forgotten about is that he was 'a Cosmonaut in the Latverian Space Program, or at least launched into space by a P.O'd Doctor Doom' and as a result joined up with a series of other space-going contractors and mercenaries for a time before being 'unfairly labelled a notorious criminal throughout galactic space' and forcibly 'exiled' back to Earth.
in addition to missions done solo Deadpool has previously tried to join several different organizations of note during his adventuring period.
For example he had at least a few times attempted to join the X-Men during that span as an 'honorary mutant', though they have always turned him down despite his protests that he shares genes with former actual X-Men member Wolverine thanks to the experiments performed on him. Further claims of 'bromantically charged time travel adventures with an alternate-future son' of former X-Man Scott Summers should also not be taken at face value, nor should his claims of being on 'A secret, super dark and gritty X-Men team you don't know about'.
He has also worked for Fu Manchu's Si-Fan on at least one occasion, although for some reason the experience was so traumatic that the Asiatic crime-lord now considers hiring him a sort of 'nuclear option', never to be repeated outside of the direst circumstances. Similarly, Deadpool allegedly both joined and was kicked out of the Guild of Assassins during this timespan, although according to Wade himself he voluntarily stopped working for the Guild for his own personal reasons instead.
With the return of superheroes, Deadpool's mercenary career soared to new heights and fell to new lows. For instance he reportedly had numerous conflicts over the years with the government sponsored superhero team known as The Great Ten in China that eventually resulted in him being officially banned from the country, although due to the information-controlling nature of the People's Republic of China and Deadpool's own faulty memory the official nature of his transgressions against both the country and the team are unknown. Deadpool's own insistence that he was originally 'hired to steal a giant alien robot hidden under the Great Wall of China' remain unsubstantiated.
Deadpool also claims he had previously been approached to try and find a way to assassinate Superman, but insists that he decided not to go through with it and spent the rest of his time in Metropolis alternately hitting on and leaving prank calls on Lois Lane's voicemail in an unsuccessful attempt to annoy her into giving him an interview and helping him publish his memoirs. When questioned by ARGUS interrogators as to why he didn't go through with the original job, Deadpool replied that he was 'kind of a huge fan' of Superman and didn't want to make a bad first impression on him.
After this hazy period of poorly dated and morally questionable potential adventures Wilson was finally arrested more permanently, this time by ARGUS. After spending some time contained in an ARGUS cell bored out of his mind he was approached by ARGUS' current director Amanda Waller who gave him an offer: He could cooperate with her in a new initiative she was putting together, or he could refuse and spend an even longer time bored in an ARGUS cell before being handed over to whatever government or entity asked nicely enough first. Naturally being the agreeable gentleman that he is, Wade chose to comply with Waller's 'request'.
Thus, he was relocated to an even more secretive ARGUS holding facility, fitted with an implant capable of paralyzing him at will, and set to wait as a reservist member of Amada Waller's Task Force X. Since then he's waited nearly a year for a chance to do something, anything other than sitting bored in his cell. Now, with the threat of Hydra and the apparently 'resurrected' Red Skull on the Horizon, Wade finally sees his chance to do some real good and be the hero he was always meant to be! Or at least have some fun killing Nazis.
| Attributes | Powers Functional Immortality: Deadpool has the ability to regenerate to even greater extremes than either his brother Slade or Wolverine himself. Though throughout his life Deadpool has experienced nearly every kind of conceivable damage, he keeps on going and eventually repairs himself. If sliced apart, his limbs can be reattached in moments, or else he can just regrow them at an extremely rapid pace. Organs can be near-instantly regrown and even beheading barely slows him down, although his body often needs to reattach his head. Even having at one point had his entire body liquidated from the waste up, he survived. As an extension to this Deadpool seems to be incredibly resistant to toxins and immune to diseases, although apparently he can still derive some form of enjoyment from recreational drugs and toxins like alcohol.
It has been theorized that Deadpool may never actually age and could in fact live forever though whether the extremes of his healing factor are caused due to the unique mix of Slade Wilson's super soldier formula and Wolverine's healing factor X-Gene or any combination of the latter two with Wade's 'super-cancer' is anyone's guess. Few scientists have studied Deadpool and those who try are generally driven insane by his chatter or equally baffled by his bizarre biology. What is known and occasionally functions as a weakness is that his healing factor is tied into his emotions and psychology. So things like depression or just plain giving up can sometimes make him literally fall to pieces, although never actually die.
Limited Superhuman physiology: Due mainly to his immense regenerative abilities Deadpool is able to exert a certain amount of superhuman strength, for instance lifting and throwing a car, leaping far higher and further than would be thought humanly possibly, punching through reinforced concrete or the like. He has also demonstrated seemingly super-human reflexes to dodge bullets and other attacks and can temporarily run down cars or go on for far longer than a human should be able to. While these abilities may seem impressive and completely superhuman, they mainly occur due to Deadpool's healing factor allowing him to bypass the built in limiters of the human body as often as he pleases without dealing with the long-term damaging effects. Technically his super-strong punches shred his muscles and shatter his bones with their own force and impact and running that fast should destroy every tendon in his legs over time, but he can just as quickly regenerate. Even the mental strain of his reflexes being boosted by an Adrenalin rush so often is accounted for by the healing factor repairing brain cells and replenishing body chemicals in record time.
Psychic Immunity: Whether due to his sheer insanity or the constantly regenerating and shifting nature of his brain, Deadpool is largely immune to psychic abilities and interference.
Skills
Master Martial Artist: Deadpool has trained in numerous martial arts and learned even more about armed and unarmed combat through practical lived experience and generally getting the crap kicked out of him enough times that he's picked up how to do the same to others. Although he says he learned sumo wrestling techniques in Japan, various other Japanese martial arts seem more likely, especially ninjutsu and kenjutsu. While not as refined a fighter as some of Marvel's most skilled martial artists, Deadpool's unpredictable nature and healing factor make him a dangerous hand-to-hand fighter to even masters of the martial arts.
Master Assassin: Deadpool has studied numerous assassination techniques across the world and is proficient in both unarmed assassination techniques and armed assassination techniques using everything from bladed and improvised weapons to guns and explosives. He is a skilled marksman and sniper but oftentimes prefers to do his work up close, with the katana being a favored weapon of his. His abilities as an assassin also include covert operations techniques, espionage techniques, infiltration methods and escape artistry.
Stealth: Although he's often accused of not knowing the meaning of the word, when he chooses to be Deadpool is actually a master of stealth capable of putting highly trained ninjas to shame and capable of breaking into and out of even the most secure facilities.
Multi-Lingual: because of his love of traveling the world, meeting exotic people and then killing them, Deadpool is fluent multiple languages. These include in English, Spanish, German, Russian and Japanese. Deadpool may know additional languages including several he's made up but the reality is far more questionable.
Unpredictable: The very nature of Deadpool's insanity means that at times even he has no idea what he's going to do next, and his bizarre, cancerous body is notoriously hard to get a read on. Therefore it's very hard for many to predict Deadpool's next move and he can show a surprising amount of ingenuity and adaptability in and out of combat.
| Character Notes | People
Slade Wilson:Wade's allegedly perpetually more well-liked and perfect 37-year-old older brother, Slade Wilson is currently one of the top and most trusted field agents of SHIELD and reports directly to Nick Fury himself. Despite quickly approaching 40, age hasn't slowed Slade down one bit. This is because Slade received an experimental Super Soldier serum based off of Captain America's own and although it put him in a coma for over three months it also gave him increased physical abilities, a healing factor upon which Wade's own is partially based, and increased his mental capabilities to nine times that of the average man. Slade Wilson is a legend in his own time in the military and intelligence communities and his trusted image serves as a potent contrast to Wade's own.
Yellowtext-A voice that exists only in Wade's head, Yellowtext serves as a counterbalance to Wade's own insanity and claims to be the last vestiges of the version of Wade that existed before he went insane at the Hospice. Yellowtext can be just as sarcastic, joking and goofy as Deadpool, but tends to have a more serious and upright moral character and conscience.
Amanda "The Wall" Waller- The current head of ARGUS and also the designer and head of operations of Task Force X, Amanda Waller is one of the most formidable figures in the world of intelligence and espionage.
Blind Al-An elderly blind former British Intelligence operative Deadpool rescued back before he went crazy who will hopefully become influential in Wade's life once again in the future, if he ever gets out of Waller's cage that is.
Task Force X/'The Suicide Squad'
Captain Rick Flagg, Jr.-A highly dedicated and decorated ARGUS operative whose father ran the original Suicide Squad, Rick Flagg Jr. is the glue that keeps the whole crazy mess that is Task Force X together by grit, wit and occasionally force of arms. He functions as a voice of reason and a hand of ARGUS authority on missions and as such is technically the C.O. of the Squad.
Vanessa Carlysle A.K.A Copycat-A former thief and mercenary who was also one of Wade Wilson's first real loves, Wilson was once a SHIELD agent tasked as her 'parole officer' of sorts after she turned informant on an international thieving ring with ties to terrorist networks in return for SHIELD protection. Since Wade left SHIELD and picked up the mercenary lifestyle she seems to have gotten back in enough trouble to have landed on the Suicide Squad. As a mutant with superb body-copying/shapeshifting abilities she is able to take on the form and abilities of a person even down to the genetic level allowing her to duplicate a target's mind and abilities although this level of depth requires contact.
Floyd Lawton A.K.A. Deadshot-One of the top contenders for the title of best marksman alive and a more principled and honest sort than many other mercenaries and hired killers out there, Deadshot has crossed paths with Wade multiple times before and come away from the experience...less than enthusiastic about the Merc with a Mouth. Like many members of the Squad, he's been promised potential clemency for his crimes if he behaves well and survives enough missions and though he's doubtful of the truth of that, he'd like to survive and continue supporting his daughter.
Mitchell Tanner A.K.A. Warhawk-A former special operations soldier gone rogue before Waller got to him, an experimental 'medical treatment' left Tanner with impenetrable skin and super-strength similar to Luke Cage. Tanner is more than a little psychotic after being broken by the horrors of war and mainly cares about inflicting as much pain and suffering on the world that tortured him as possible. That said, his jingoistic tendencies and otherwise apathetic attitude toward life combined with his abilities make him a useful tool for Task Force X
Temple Fugate A.K.A. Clock King- A man with perfect timing in all things and nearly super-human analytical skills, Temple Fugate was a criminal consultant of sorts. While his ability to analyze and time opponents moves makes him formidable in combat his real contribution to Task Force X is his vast tactical ability and penchant for perfectly timed plans. Fugate has also crossed paths with Deadpool in the past, and Wade's chaotic nature absolutely infuriates the Clock King.
More to come as Deadpool's story continues.
| Character Goals | I want to bring Deadpool to life in Maximum Comics. Not just as a zany walking punchline although I do want to try and make him entertaining, funny and at times silly. Instead I want him to also be an actual, fleshed out character with emotions and depth and characterizations other than his comedic side even if his goals and dreams are incomprehensible or strange. This Wade Wilson is still the same sort of crazy, darkly humorous psycho, but somewhere deep, deep deep in there is still a person who never asked to be a monster or a lunatic and is just trying to live life the best way he knows how.
| References | This is to make sure you can write at a level that the game needs. Link 1-3 posts of your writing level in other RPs.
Well, like I said I'd be interested in your interpretation of the character the only problem being that Slade as he's currently written in my sheet hasn't 'gone over to the dark side' yet and was kind of serving as a foil for Wade.
Well at the moment he's a semi-important Deadpool NPC, but I'd be interested to see what you'd do with him provided it doesn't screw me over too badly.@Morden Man
Right, I'll start preparing my tearducts for the sob inducing, soul destroying criticism sure to follow. Though in fairness, I try and be a little conscious of how terrible I am.
Well, I was thinking more tips, there's no need to spend that much energy on it as I'm looking to make something fun and only really decent rather than truly viable and representative as the peak of my work in a literary and artistic sense.
But you know me, I'm always up for hardcore (literary critiquing).
Captain Uni