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Character Name: Wade "Deadpool" Wilson
Canon: Marvel Comics
Canon Point: Some time after the Cable & Deadpool arc
Age: Physically 33, chronologically 53
Why do you feel this character would be appropriate for this setting?: N/A
Background/History: Deadpool was born with the rather alliterative name of Wade Wilson. Very little is known about his past-- in fact, Wade himself doesn’t even remember most of it. All that is known is that he apparently joined the military early on in his life. Perhaps the rigid, strict lifestyle of a soldier didn’t sit well with him, or maybe he just liked the idea of killing people a little too much. Whatever the reason, he became a mercenary for hire after his stint in the armed forces. It was a good job that paid well-- there was no shortage of people who wanted someone shuffled off the mortal coil-- and it seemed as though he had found his niche in the world.
Then the big “C” sauntered into his life without warning and without welcome, as cancer is wont to do.
Suddenly things weren’t so simple anymore. Even with the most aggressive treatments money could buy, Wade was losing the battle for his life by the second. It was at the moment when he was beginning to accept his fate that he heard about Weapon X, an experimental program that attempted to turn people into genetically enhanced super-soldiers. Wade was skeptical at first, but when the geneticists at the program told him that there was a chance he could be cured of his cancer, he signed up.
In hindsight, they weren’t totally untruthful.
The good news was that Wade’s genetic enhancement was-- after a false start-- a success, granting him a healing factor far more advanced than that of a normal human. The bad news was that this selfsame healing factor also fused with-- and accelerated the growth of-- his cancer, spreading it throughout his entire body. Wade was left horribly scarred and with severe psychological damage. He had been deemed a failure by the Weapon X program and sent to a high-security facility with other failed genetic experiments, but eventually managed to regain enough mental capacity to escape. He took the name “Deadpool” after the name of a betting game the other inmates played to find out who would survive the ordeal and who would not. Wade had been marked for death, and so his new name was a testament to the irony of his having survived. With a new life and a new name, Deadpool resumed his career as a mercenary, and became one of the most infamous assassins the world has ever known-- or so he likes to think. He always had a thing for self-exaggeration.
Previous Game History: (optional) Deadpool will be taken from Haven, and so his mental state will already be fragile at best.
The strain of being mentally and emotionally manipulated has taken its toll on his mind. Haven was a town of illusions, structured to attack an individual's greatest fears and regrets, and as Deadpool is a) insane, and b) harboring some pretty nasty skeletons in his closet, the town's done quite a number on him on more than one occasion.
He's endured feelings of immense guilt and terror, witnessed a young girl being experimented on, watched a comrade of his eaten alive by the undead, and subsequently lost the trust of one of his most loyal friends. Not to mention his being here will mean that he's lost a rather large circle of supporters, right around the time when he was beginning to trust and depend on them. So it's pretty safe to say that he'll be feeling a little vulnerable.
However, that selfsame circle of supporters has also granted him the ability to trust people a little more. Though he still wary of people's motives and still questions why anyone would want to befriend and be kind to him, through his relationships with others in Haven he's been able to garner more self-esteem, allowing him to see that maybe, just maybe, he's actually deserving of their warmth.
What are they bringing? (limit 3) His two guns and an adamantium-bladed katana.
Abilities/Powers: Deadpool is in possession of an enhanced healing factor, implanted into him genetically. As a result he can withstand any sort of wound or trauma without dying. Amputated limbs can be grown back, but it takes some time and is rather painful, so he usually opts to reattach the limb that was cut off if it's still intact. Brain damage also takes time to heal based on the severity, and generally tends to leave him unconscious for a half an hour or more. Because of his brain cells being in a constant state of death and rebirth, he is virtually immune to any sort of telepathy or mind control. Alcohol and tranquilizers seem to have very little effect on him now-- it takes a good amount of effort for him to get drunk or drugged, and he very rarely feels any negative after-effects. Likewise, he is impervious to all but the most potent of poisons.
His accelerated healing has also increased his lifespan beyond that of a normal human, but to what extent is as yet unknown to him. He’s an expert marksman and swordsman, knows thirteen languages, has a vast knowledge of martial arts and is skilled in the art of parkour.
Personality: Being criminally insane in the membrane does give you some interesting personality quirks. There’s a reason one of Deadpool’s monikers is “Merc With a Mouth”-- he seems to be physically unable to shut the hell up. A master of rhetoric, he’s quick to sling taunts and witty comebacks, even at the risk of his own safety. He has a “devil-may-care” attitude about the world around him, and seems to have little regard for anything except for where his next payment is coming from. Because of this, he has very few friends, and even thinks of friendship as a “completely bogus concept”.
Despite his bravado, however, there is a hint of compassion and kindness in that black little heart of his. (Somewhere. Deep down. Real deep. It’s there, okay? Trust me on this.) He’s fiercely loyal to the few friends he does have, and even though he might be cold toward them or threaten them with severe bodily harm, he can be very protective of them in his own way. He’s also very intolerant of anyone who would prey on children-- from an assassin’s standpoint, they’re totally off-limits.
Deadpool's insanity has made him strangely self-aware-- he understands to an extent that he's a fictional character and has a rather annoying penchant for breaking the fourth wall, which most of his comrades have learned to ignore or chalk it up to yet another example of his crazy. His insanity has oftentimes been more of a hinder than a help, but it’s also gotten him out of a great many tough scrapes due to his potential to be totally unpredictable, and if there’s one thing he’s gotten very good at, it’s flying by the seat of his pants.
Happiest Memory: Headcanon-- Living with his first (and much older) girlfriend, Julia. He was sixteen years old when he met her at a bar, and since he'd matured early and had one of those classic, ruggedly handsome faces that could be any age, she'd believed him when he claimed he was 22. She was 25. He fell hopelessly, completely in love after spending only a few nights with her, and moved in with her soon afterward. Though she promptly ended the relationship once she discovered how old he was when they'd first started dating, he considers the two years he spent with her to be the happiest he'd ever been since before his mother died.
Worst Memory: Canon-- Being diagnosed with cancer and subsequently signing into the Weapon X program. The agony and terror and hopelessness he felt as he was systematically experimented on again and again is still burned into his mind, and his ever-aching, burning skin serves as a constant reminder to the horrors he endured. He still has nightmares of being under the knife of the sadistic Dr. Killebrew, and it often takes him a while to remember where he is after he wakes up in a cold sweat. During his more lucid moments he wonders if it would have been better to just let the cancer take him.
List of fears: Being alone, being a failure, hospitals, doctors, needles/injections, the Weapon X program, the smell of antiseptic, death (of those he cares about), himself, loving and caring for others (as he feels that it opens himself up to more pain and suffering)
Regrets: Not being able to say goodbye to his mother before she died, failing to save his girlfriend Vanessa from being murdered (and subsequently failing to confess his love for her before she died), kidnapping an old blind woman and holding her hostage in his apartment for years in a desperate attempt for companionship; frequently torturing her by keeping her in a cramped room filled with sharp objects whenever she displeased him
1st Person Sample Entry: Mod interview!
3rd Person Sample Entry:
It's one o'clock in the morning, entirely too early to get up even by mercenary standards, and yet here Deadpool is, roused from a surprisingly sound sleep by a sudden and strong need to pee. Briefly, he entertains the notion of ignoring the urge and just falling back to sleep-- he'd just gotten to the good part of the dream where he pulls back the curtain and sees Raquel Welch (okay, so she's in her seventies now, but she's still smoking hot) lying on a bed with a bearskin comforter and beckoning him to her with dusky bedroom eyes-- but his bladder clearly has the high ground in this argument.
He still hasn't gotten used to this place, he thinks, even as he reluctantly gets out of bed and makes his stumbling sleepy journey to the bathroom. It's different from where he's lived before. More... hospitable, he guesses. They actually have working toilets, for one thing. Not that it makes much of a difference. A cage is still a cage, no matter how it happens to be furnished. With these and other cheery thoughts buzzing absently in his brain, Deadpool finishes his business and exits the bathroom, eager to get back into that warm bed and lose himself in lovely, ethereal Raquel's embrace once again.
Unfortunately, all thoughts of dream-romance flee when he sees what's waiting for him just outside. A head is propped up against the far wall. Blood drips down from empty eye sockets, and with that black hair and nerdy glasses, Deadpool doesn't have to look closely to see that it's the head of someone he knows quite well. His old comrade and personal geek. Weasel. For a moment, the wind is knocked completely out of him-- he can't seem to be able to draw breath into his lungs as he makes his way over to the macabre spectacle. Only when he's a few feet away does he realize that it's not a head at all-- just a mask like the kind kids wear on Halloween... if they had a particularly sadistic mind, maybe. Deadpool's savvy enough to know who it was that left this here, and for what purpose. The fact that it resembled one of the few people he could call a friend made their intentions perfectly clear. He was meant to find this.
"Gonna have to try harder than that, you no-talent hacks..." he mutters under his breath, reaching out to grasp the mask by the hair. The hair feels lifelike, even through his gloves, lifelike and slick with something that Deadpool's nose accurately identifies as blood. Despite having smelled that biological perfume a thousand times before, he nonetheless feels a chill travel up his spine-- if they're trying to make him uneasy, they're doing a damn good job of it.
And then the goddamn thing's lips start moving. Deadpool's no lip-reader, but he can definitely pick out his own name in the movement of its mouth. His real name. Bravado briefly fails him. With jerky, frantic movements, he throws open the door to his bedroom and tosses the grotesque thing out into the darkness, closing the door sharply behind him. This was certainly not what he was expecting when he'd gotten out of bed. Chagrined by his still-racing heart-- it's just a mask, for chrissakes-- Deadpool feels his way back and settles under the covers, hoping against hope that there would be no more dreams tonight, encounters with former sex symbols be damned.
What's your answer to our secret question?
Purple!
Canon: Marvel Comics
Canon Point: Some time after the Cable & Deadpool arc
Age: Physically 33, chronologically 53
Why do you feel this character would be appropriate for this setting?: N/A
Background/History: Deadpool was born with the rather alliterative name of Wade Wilson. Very little is known about his past-- in fact, Wade himself doesn’t even remember most of it. All that is known is that he apparently joined the military early on in his life. Perhaps the rigid, strict lifestyle of a soldier didn’t sit well with him, or maybe he just liked the idea of killing people a little too much. Whatever the reason, he became a mercenary for hire after his stint in the armed forces. It was a good job that paid well-- there was no shortage of people who wanted someone shuffled off the mortal coil-- and it seemed as though he had found his niche in the world.
Then the big “C” sauntered into his life without warning and without welcome, as cancer is wont to do.
Suddenly things weren’t so simple anymore. Even with the most aggressive treatments money could buy, Wade was losing the battle for his life by the second. It was at the moment when he was beginning to accept his fate that he heard about Weapon X, an experimental program that attempted to turn people into genetically enhanced super-soldiers. Wade was skeptical at first, but when the geneticists at the program told him that there was a chance he could be cured of his cancer, he signed up.
In hindsight, they weren’t totally untruthful.
The good news was that Wade’s genetic enhancement was-- after a false start-- a success, granting him a healing factor far more advanced than that of a normal human. The bad news was that this selfsame healing factor also fused with-- and accelerated the growth of-- his cancer, spreading it throughout his entire body. Wade was left horribly scarred and with severe psychological damage. He had been deemed a failure by the Weapon X program and sent to a high-security facility with other failed genetic experiments, but eventually managed to regain enough mental capacity to escape. He took the name “Deadpool” after the name of a betting game the other inmates played to find out who would survive the ordeal and who would not. Wade had been marked for death, and so his new name was a testament to the irony of his having survived. With a new life and a new name, Deadpool resumed his career as a mercenary, and became one of the most infamous assassins the world has ever known-- or so he likes to think. He always had a thing for self-exaggeration.
Previous Game History: (optional) Deadpool will be taken from Haven, and so his mental state will already be fragile at best.
The strain of being mentally and emotionally manipulated has taken its toll on his mind. Haven was a town of illusions, structured to attack an individual's greatest fears and regrets, and as Deadpool is a) insane, and b) harboring some pretty nasty skeletons in his closet, the town's done quite a number on him on more than one occasion.
He's endured feelings of immense guilt and terror, witnessed a young girl being experimented on, watched a comrade of his eaten alive by the undead, and subsequently lost the trust of one of his most loyal friends. Not to mention his being here will mean that he's lost a rather large circle of supporters, right around the time when he was beginning to trust and depend on them. So it's pretty safe to say that he'll be feeling a little vulnerable.
However, that selfsame circle of supporters has also granted him the ability to trust people a little more. Though he still wary of people's motives and still questions why anyone would want to befriend and be kind to him, through his relationships with others in Haven he's been able to garner more self-esteem, allowing him to see that maybe, just maybe, he's actually deserving of their warmth.
What are they bringing? (limit 3) His two guns and an adamantium-bladed katana.
Abilities/Powers: Deadpool is in possession of an enhanced healing factor, implanted into him genetically. As a result he can withstand any sort of wound or trauma without dying. Amputated limbs can be grown back, but it takes some time and is rather painful, so he usually opts to reattach the limb that was cut off if it's still intact. Brain damage also takes time to heal based on the severity, and generally tends to leave him unconscious for a half an hour or more. Because of his brain cells being in a constant state of death and rebirth, he is virtually immune to any sort of telepathy or mind control. Alcohol and tranquilizers seem to have very little effect on him now-- it takes a good amount of effort for him to get drunk or drugged, and he very rarely feels any negative after-effects. Likewise, he is impervious to all but the most potent of poisons.
His accelerated healing has also increased his lifespan beyond that of a normal human, but to what extent is as yet unknown to him. He’s an expert marksman and swordsman, knows thirteen languages, has a vast knowledge of martial arts and is skilled in the art of parkour.
Personality: Being criminally insane in the membrane does give you some interesting personality quirks. There’s a reason one of Deadpool’s monikers is “Merc With a Mouth”-- he seems to be physically unable to shut the hell up. A master of rhetoric, he’s quick to sling taunts and witty comebacks, even at the risk of his own safety. He has a “devil-may-care” attitude about the world around him, and seems to have little regard for anything except for where his next payment is coming from. Because of this, he has very few friends, and even thinks of friendship as a “completely bogus concept”.
Despite his bravado, however, there is a hint of compassion and kindness in that black little heart of his. (Somewhere. Deep down. Real deep. It’s there, okay? Trust me on this.) He’s fiercely loyal to the few friends he does have, and even though he might be cold toward them or threaten them with severe bodily harm, he can be very protective of them in his own way. He’s also very intolerant of anyone who would prey on children-- from an assassin’s standpoint, they’re totally off-limits.
Deadpool's insanity has made him strangely self-aware-- he understands to an extent that he's a fictional character and has a rather annoying penchant for breaking the fourth wall, which most of his comrades have learned to ignore or chalk it up to yet another example of his crazy. His insanity has oftentimes been more of a hinder than a help, but it’s also gotten him out of a great many tough scrapes due to his potential to be totally unpredictable, and if there’s one thing he’s gotten very good at, it’s flying by the seat of his pants.
Happiest Memory: Headcanon-- Living with his first (and much older) girlfriend, Julia. He was sixteen years old when he met her at a bar, and since he'd matured early and had one of those classic, ruggedly handsome faces that could be any age, she'd believed him when he claimed he was 22. She was 25. He fell hopelessly, completely in love after spending only a few nights with her, and moved in with her soon afterward. Though she promptly ended the relationship once she discovered how old he was when they'd first started dating, he considers the two years he spent with her to be the happiest he'd ever been since before his mother died.
Worst Memory: Canon-- Being diagnosed with cancer and subsequently signing into the Weapon X program. The agony and terror and hopelessness he felt as he was systematically experimented on again and again is still burned into his mind, and his ever-aching, burning skin serves as a constant reminder to the horrors he endured. He still has nightmares of being under the knife of the sadistic Dr. Killebrew, and it often takes him a while to remember where he is after he wakes up in a cold sweat. During his more lucid moments he wonders if it would have been better to just let the cancer take him.
List of fears: Being alone, being a failure, hospitals, doctors, needles/injections, the Weapon X program, the smell of antiseptic, death (of those he cares about), himself, loving and caring for others (as he feels that it opens himself up to more pain and suffering)
Regrets: Not being able to say goodbye to his mother before she died, failing to save his girlfriend Vanessa from being murdered (and subsequently failing to confess his love for her before she died), kidnapping an old blind woman and holding her hostage in his apartment for years in a desperate attempt for companionship; frequently torturing her by keeping her in a cramped room filled with sharp objects whenever she displeased him
1st Person Sample Entry: Mod interview!
3rd Person Sample Entry:
It's one o'clock in the morning, entirely too early to get up even by mercenary standards, and yet here Deadpool is, roused from a surprisingly sound sleep by a sudden and strong need to pee. Briefly, he entertains the notion of ignoring the urge and just falling back to sleep-- he'd just gotten to the good part of the dream where he pulls back the curtain and sees Raquel Welch (okay, so she's in her seventies now, but she's still smoking hot) lying on a bed with a bearskin comforter and beckoning him to her with dusky bedroom eyes-- but his bladder clearly has the high ground in this argument.
He still hasn't gotten used to this place, he thinks, even as he reluctantly gets out of bed and makes his stumbling sleepy journey to the bathroom. It's different from where he's lived before. More... hospitable, he guesses. They actually have working toilets, for one thing. Not that it makes much of a difference. A cage is still a cage, no matter how it happens to be furnished. With these and other cheery thoughts buzzing absently in his brain, Deadpool finishes his business and exits the bathroom, eager to get back into that warm bed and lose himself in lovely, ethereal Raquel's embrace once again.
Unfortunately, all thoughts of dream-romance flee when he sees what's waiting for him just outside. A head is propped up against the far wall. Blood drips down from empty eye sockets, and with that black hair and nerdy glasses, Deadpool doesn't have to look closely to see that it's the head of someone he knows quite well. His old comrade and personal geek. Weasel. For a moment, the wind is knocked completely out of him-- he can't seem to be able to draw breath into his lungs as he makes his way over to the macabre spectacle. Only when he's a few feet away does he realize that it's not a head at all-- just a mask like the kind kids wear on Halloween... if they had a particularly sadistic mind, maybe. Deadpool's savvy enough to know who it was that left this here, and for what purpose. The fact that it resembled one of the few people he could call a friend made their intentions perfectly clear. He was meant to find this.
"Gonna have to try harder than that, you no-talent hacks..." he mutters under his breath, reaching out to grasp the mask by the hair. The hair feels lifelike, even through his gloves, lifelike and slick with something that Deadpool's nose accurately identifies as blood. Despite having smelled that biological perfume a thousand times before, he nonetheless feels a chill travel up his spine-- if they're trying to make him uneasy, they're doing a damn good job of it.
And then the goddamn thing's lips start moving. Deadpool's no lip-reader, but he can definitely pick out his own name in the movement of its mouth. His real name. Bravado briefly fails him. With jerky, frantic movements, he throws open the door to his bedroom and tosses the grotesque thing out into the darkness, closing the door sharply behind him. This was certainly not what he was expecting when he'd gotten out of bed. Chagrined by his still-racing heart-- it's just a mask, for chrissakes-- Deadpool feels his way back and settles under the covers, hoping against hope that there would be no more dreams tonight, encounters with former sex symbols be damned.
What's your answer to our secret question?
Purple!