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WADE WILSON/DEADPOOL




Issue 1: Smooth Criminal


Location: An Apartment In Toronto, Ontario.


Wade woke up to the sound of his alarm going on. The classic 80’s hit Gloria filled the room, making Wade jump out of bed. Feeling a burst of energy, he started dancing in his filthy bedroom. He got prepared for the day and what errands he needed to run. He knew he needed to prepare to fly to New York for a job. He had been hired to meet people in dire need of his services. He knew what to pack and even listed things he needed.

1. Toiletries
2. Casual clothes
3. Shoes
4. A headshot of Tommy Wiseau
5. A plastic doll that looks like Antonio Banderas
6. Carry on luggage
7. Books (Including Martha Stewart’s Autobiography)
8. His phone
9. Headphones
10. And his shark plushie, whom he named Jeff.


Once he packed all his things, he called for a taxi to the airport. The flight was not very special and was quite dull for the mercenary. Mainly because he was in economics class, and the person sitting beside him wouldn’t shut up about their Chrysanthemum. For the most part, he was trying to flick peanuts at the people in the aisle seats.

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Location: New York City.


Getting out of the plane and the airport, he approached the Airbnb he had gotten. The person renting her apartment lived quite close to the most central point of the city. He arrived at the condo; it was eerily similar to his own in Toronto. Wade had to walk over a passed-out junkie that was sleeping on the stoop of the apartment. Knocking on the door, he was surprised when an old woman opened the door.

“Yeah, who are you?” She sounded pretty annoyed that someone was disturbing her while watching Matlock.

My name is Wade Wilson; I’m the guy who rented a room on Airbnb. Here, let me show you the receipt.” He pulled out his phone, showing her the receipt.

“ARE YOU RETARTED? How the hell can I see the receipt? I’m BLIND!!!” She blurted out, which made Wade put the phone away. The old woman pointed to the enormous sunglasses that covered most of her eyes.

She’s feisty, I like her.” Said the good voice in his head.

We should smother her in her sleep and get to sleep here for free!” Added the bad voice.

Sorry, I didn’t know you were blind. Well, I’m sure someone notified you that someone was coming to rent out a room in your home.” Disregarding the bad voice and wanting not to kill a seemingly innocent person. With some convincing, he could finally come inside and settle in.

“My name is Al. And I got one rule, and that is not to mess with my stuff, Or I’ll pop a cap in your ass.” She then proceeded to pull out a pistol but was pointing to the left of him instead of at Wade's face.

I wouldn’t dream of it.” Wade responded with a smile. He found her to be very abrasive, but it was a quality he quite liked. During his stay, he was surprised that Al had a five hundred dollar coke habit. When he asked where she gets this kind of money, she responded to mind his business, or she’d sodomize him with a rolling pin.

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Later

In addition to getting to know his new roommate, he would complete the many “jobs” his employer wanted him to do. Firstly, he met a nervous arms dealer codenamed Weasel. Who wanted to meet him at a Taco Bell[tm] because he felt safe there.

"So, your Weasel? What kind of gear do you got?" Wade spoke first while munching down on chimichangas. "Man, these chimichangas are the bomb." He thought to himself while eating his food.

"I got lots of stuff; it depends on what you're looking for and if you have the money for it." Weasel responded while nervously sipping his drink. Occasionally, he would look behind his shoulder as if someone was going to surprise attack him.

Wade told him what jobs he would do and needed to be well-armed because most were highly dangerous. And with some more convincing, the two agreed to meet at Weasel's place. Being given the necessary equipment and weapons. He was equipped with pistols and a pair of katanas. His pistols he nicknamed Sonny and Cher. And nicknamed his katanas Hall and Oates.

"Now you're going to need something that will conceal your identity. And during our conversation, I created the perfect costume." He showed Wade a poorly made drawing of Wade wearing a red and black full-body costume. What do you think? I think you'll be really cool in it." He asked excitedly as if this drawing was the best thing in the world.

"It's very nice. Thank you." He said, hesitating, speaking his words. But he didn't want to hurt his feelings. Mostly because the drawing was terrible, and the costume would only make him very recognizable. But he thought he could try it and see if it worked for him.

With him being prepared for his job, he completed them through a series of montages. Wade or, rather, Deadpool. A nickname he was given while in the Weapon X program. He would complete contract killings of mafia members. Killing them in various methods, including explosives, gunshots, and being sliced in half by a pair of katanas. Completing other “jobs” that included stealing corporate secrets and being a bodyguard for a child actor for Nickelodeon. These actions would get the attention of any police and vigilantes in the area. Enjoying wearing the suit after a few of the hit jobs. Mainly because it was good at hiding wounds on his body.

Probably going to swing by and make an artificer with an automaton/golem later just as a brief heads up.
Want to double check if it's fine to make skills up, essentially?


Yeah i can do that for ya.
@Eviledd1984 have a good vacation!


Thank you.I will try to get something up this week.
I am just letting you guys know that I am going on vacation tomorrow. However, I will start working on my post today. And hopefully, I can get it up for this week.
I am just letting you guys know that I am going on vacation tomorrow. However, I will start working on my post today. And hopefully, I can get it down for this week.

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T

DEADPOOL/ THE MERC WITH A MOUTH



"Disney and DC working together? I hope Ryan Gosling plays me in the crossover movie.”

WADE WILSON ♦ MERCENARY ♦ BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA

O R I G I N S:

Wade was born in Vancouver, British Columbia, living with an abusive father and an absentee mother. His life was relatively every day, but as a child, he had a habit of getting into trouble. His big mouth was the thing that got him into a lot of trouble. As an adult, he joined the Canadian military, being a part of conflicts in the Middle East. Serving a couple of tours of duty before being dishonourably discharged. After his military career, he became a mercenary, working mainly for the highest bidder.

Wade soon became sick and found out that he had terminal cancer. Finding out that there was a program that could help him. He took part in the Weapon X program. He was tortured for many months, unlocking his mutant abilities. Escaping from the facility and continuing his work as a mercenary.

During his time as a merc, he found love with Death. But since he was unable to die, he could never be with his true love.

S A M P L E P O S T:

OSCORP LABORATORY; Alberta, Canada.
Time: 22:00 PM
Feeling: Can’t get livin’ la vida loca out of his head.


Wade crouched behind some boxes while waiting for security guards to pass by, taking a moment to sneak past them inside the lab. “Man, sneaking here was easier than I thought.” Wade mumbled as he entered the building. He was sent here to get some material that his employer wanted. He didn’t question it. He just knew the payout would be worth all this trouble. He slowly moved toward the central laboratory while avoiding the scientists and guards going on with their day. Stopping momentarily to steal a cup of Tim Horton’s (™) Coffee cup on a nearby desk. “Mmm, damn fine cup of coffee. Thank you, Tim, for the amazing coffee.” Burping softly while putting the cup back on the table.

I wish the coffee was better. It’s a bit bland. Mcdonald’s (™ ) coffee is better.” One voice in his head spoke.

It’s not that bad, to be honest. It’s got a bit of a strong taste, but it’s honestly not bad.” Another voice spoke. These voices were only in Wade’s head, but they could occasionally provide good insight into what was going on in the world.

He moved further into the laboratory and was in the area where the object he was after was being held. Moving closer toward the containment unit, he noticed he had no keys to open it. But that did not stop him from trying to open it. Standing up and standing near the unit, Deadpool pulled out his pistol and shot the glass, making it shatter into millions of pieces. The alarms started to blare, which didn’t seem to faze Wade.

Guards seemed to rush into the room armed with pistols and SMGs. “Don’t mind me, fellas; I’m just making a withdrawal.” Deadpool aimed his guns at the guards and started firing at them. Their bullets either missed their mark or went right through Wade, although being shot at was not really an inconvenience for him.

Hi, you're ruining my suit.” Wade took out a grenade from his belt and flung it at a group of guards. Some jumped out of the way, while others were caught in the explosion. Sending some chunks of flesh flying onto the ground.

It is raining, men; good thing I got an umbrella.” One voice quipped while another soon chimed in.

Uhhh, we don’t have an umbrella.” This was the voice of reason, while the other had much sillier thoughts.

You know we need a good song to listen to while this happens; what should we play?” The silly voice spoke.

I know how about a little Shania?” The serious voice suggested. Wade agreed that some Shania wouldn’t be too bad to listen to. It filled his head when he decided he could hear the singer’s beautiful voice in his head.

Wade quickly grabbed one guard coming towards him, using him like a human shield. Moving towards the other group that had just come into the room. He motioned his pistol to a nearby gas tank, making it explode. Killing a few of the guards in the process. During the confusion, he threw the now dead body of the guard, putting away his guns and taking out his swords. Cutting the remaining guards into pieces. “Slice and dice just like momma like’s to make. Now that the guards are dealt with, I can get what I came here for.” Deadpool walked over to the containment unit, grabbed whatever it was, and placed it into his fanny pack.

Fanny packs are cool.” the silly voice said, to which Wade agreed by nodding his head. He put away his sword and turned around, surprised by who stood before him.

Well, if it’s, isn’t my best friend? How have you been my favourite short king? It’s been a long time.” Smiling underneath his mask, the mutant brandied his claws while walking towards him.

I think he’s gonna hug us; I’m so excited!!!” The silly voice sounded quite excited.

I don’t think he wants to hug us.We better make like a leaf and get out of here.” The more serious voice corrected him and warned Wade to start running away.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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All good. You removed the issues we had


@Sep

My apologies i was waiting to have someone have a look at it. So it's all good then?
Yeah. Thinking on one.


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