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Character Name: Wade Wilson
Character Age: 34
Canon: Marvel 616
Canon Point: Some time after Cable & Deadpool
World Description: Basically modern-day Earth, but with superheroes.
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, or so he says. 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 for failed genetic experiments-- led by the sadistic Dr. Killebrew, who quickly latched onto Wade as his new favorite patient-- but as his healing factor finally resurfaced (ironically after he had begun to accept and even welcome death) he turned on the doctors and orderlies who had made his life a nightmare and was able to escape, burning down the facility in the process. 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.
Personality: If one were to ask someone a word that best described Wade Wilson, the most charitable one would probably be something like "mercurial". Further down the list would be words like "untrustworthy" and "dangerous", with "fucking nutjob" being among the least charitable descriptions. Being criminally insane in the membrane does give you some interesting personality quirks. There's a reason one of Wade'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. In canon, he had a "devil-may-care"; attitude about the world around him, and seemed to have little regard for anything except for where his next payment was coming from. Because of this, he had very few friends, and even thought of friendship as a "completely bogus concept".
Despite his bravado, however, there is compassion and kindness in that black little heart of his, and it's only gotten more prevalent in recent events. Although he's not ashamed of his career as a mercenary, and money is a very important aspect of his life, deep down in his heart of hearts he dreams of being a true hero; of being respected and adored much like Captain America, Thor, and the rest of his childhood idols. 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 and even generous to them in his own way-- once spending quite a bit of his hard-earned money to buy a comrade of his a swanky new high-rise apartment (granted, after he'd accidentally had a hand in blowing up her old one, but it's the thought that counts, right?) He’s also very fond and protective of children, having had a less-than-stellar childhood himself, and thus is very intolerant of anyone who would prey on them-- from an assassin’s standpoint, they’re totally off-limits, to the point where he has walked off a mission several times without getting paid as a result of a child getting caught in the crossfire.
While Wade's insanity is rather ill-defined in canon, there are quite a few flaws that he suffers from. He appears to be afflicted with some sort of personality disorder, one that causes him cripplingly low self-esteem and an almost neurotic need to please those he holds in high regard. This in turn causes extreme recklessness which, coupled with his healing factor, makes him a rather dangerous individual to be around. Having very few friends also makes him rather clingy and desperate for companionship, which back in the old days meant that he would resort to such underhanded tactics as, say-- kidnapping an old woman and holding her hostage for years just so he wouldn't have to be alone. Thankfully, with some time and much-needed character development, he's grown out of those destructive and coercive habits, but he still remains a very lonely person.
There's also the matter of him being virtually unable to admit any wrongdoing, which again stems from his low self-esteem and almost pathological fear of being in a vulnerable position-- ironic, given the fact that his healing factor makes him virtually invulnerable to anything that might kill him. He's gotten much better at apologizing for his transgressions over time, but it still tends to be quite an ordeal for him, especially when it comes to someone he has the utmost respect for. His penchant for joking and clowning around also stems from an inability to articulate his true feelings-- he's by no means as happy and carefree as he lets on, but again, he's afraid of seeming vulnerable and weak in the eyes of his peers; of opening himself up and putting himself in a position where he might be emotionally attacked.
Wade'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.
Inventory:
Teleporter - A teleportation device built into his belt, that allows him to transport himself and anyone he touches to any area he's already been with a single trigger phrase. The technology is limited, however, in that it only responds to Wade's own voice (he's learned his lesson over the years) and it can't transport him to any place in which he hasn't already visited on foot, much like the fast travel mechanics of sandbox video games.
Holographic projector watch - A watch that, along with telling him the time, allows him to take the form of any person-- living, dead, or completely fabricated. The watch also projects different types of clothing, as well.
Beam katanas - Because the word "lightsaber" was copyrighted by some rich neckbeard. These powerful energy blades were bequeathed to him by Travis Touchdown, a fellow captive of Haven and one of Wade's closest friends. They can cut through any material, but have to be recharged in a rather... embarrassing way if the batteries go dead. They also don't cauterize when they cut. Expect tons of blood splatter.
Standard katanas - Exactly what it says on the tin, these are two katanas that Wade has picked up during his stay in Haven. One of them is more special than the other, fashioned with an adamantium blade. Once a simple surgical knife pilfered from a hospital, this particular katana was changed into the impressive weapon it is now through transmutation, an alchemical practice performed by Alphonse Elric. Wade no longer uses this sword out of respect, yet keeps it around as a reminder of his fallen young friend.
Guns - Two automatic pistols, one that he's customized himself and upgraded over the years. She has become his favorite gun, and he calls her Carlotta.
Knives - One bowie knife and five standard throwing knives. The bowie knife, strangely enough, has a blade as black as obsidian and just as sharp.
Ammunition - Just your standard handgun bullets.
Walkie-talkie - A souvenir from his time in Haven. This two-way walkie-talkie once belonged to Clementine, a roommate of his and his unofficial daughter.
Spandex outfit - The standard red and black kevlar-reinforced spandex suit that has become Wade's trademark. This one in particular has been imbued with a special cloth and thread, woven by the goddess Calypso (Haven brought in all types okay) that regenerates along with its owner.
Belt of Pouches - Every '90s superhero has one. They essentially double as Bags of Holding, allowing Wade to carry all manner of sundry items from lockpicks to condoms. (What? He's cancerous, not dead, okay?)
Tonberry plushie - A plushie of the Final Fantasy monster, won at a carnival game in Haven. This also belonged to Clementine, and Wade carries it around with him in order to preserve her memory.
Abilities:
Regeneration - 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 half an hour or more. The only thing that can completely stop him is decapitation, but it still won't kill him-- it'll merely put him his body into a vegetative state until his head is found and reattached.
Telepathic immunity - 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, making his brain a "dead zone" for psychics who wish to converse without having other psychics eavesdrop on them. In spite of this, his own mind is virtually unable to be read beyond snatches of surface thoughts, and anyone who's tried in the past has suffered from migraines, burnout, or-- worst case scenario-- complete brain death.
Immunity to poisons - Wade is impervious to all but the most potent of poisons. 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. That being said, that only applies to mundane substances, but even if he's given a drug that could potentially kill him, he won't die from it-- he'll merely be knocked unconscious for a duration of time until his healing factor can flush the poison out of his system.
Immortality (?) - His accelerated healing factor has increased his lifespan beyond that of a normal human, but to what extent is as yet unknown to him. As of right now, he's in his late fifties, and yet still has the appearance and biological structure of a man in his early-to-mid thirties-- due to the cancer causing the cells within his body to keep dividing, it's essentially stopped him from aging as well.
Weapon and fighting skills - Wade is a master of many martial arts as well as being an accomplished marksman and swordsman. Because of his brain cells being constantly in flux (and thus rendering him able to learn and retain information as quickly as a child would), Wade knows practically everything there is to know about fighting with conventional weapons and fighting styles... and is knowledgeable (and crazy) enough to improvise in unconventional ways as well. He's also skilled in the art of parkour.
Polyglot - Knows thirteen languages (he's been seen to speak Russian, German, Spanish, Japanese and American Sign Language in canon, although he appears to be able to speak more and more languages as the plot demands).
Poisonous blood - More of a side effect of his cancer fueled healing factor than anything else, Wade's blood and flesh has proven to be extremely distasteful to vampires and zombies (being described as tasting like rancid tofurkey dunked in formaldehyde) and has the added effect of making them violently ill.
Flaws: Short attention span- While he's certainly a man of many talents, a large amount of that can be attributed to the fact that Wade virtually cannot focus on one thing for any long amount of time. This is not something that is a result of his cancer-- when he was a child he suffered from some form of diagnosed developmental disorder (most likely ADHD) that caused him to become easily bored and act out in class. In his field of work, this has taken a rather dark turn. He's much more likely to act out with violence due to boredom (or "for the lulz", as he calls it) pulling pranks on people that sometimes turn dangerous. That being said, when Wade is given a job to do, odds are he'll follow it to the letter, especially if it's been given to him by someone whom he deeply respects, so it's no surprise that one of the main tenets of any team he works with is to "keep Deadpool busy somehow for the love of god".
Anger management problems- Despite being able to hide his feelings under a veneer of snark and witticisms for the most part, Wade is a very hot and cold individual; a man of many intense emotions. When he's happy, he's ecstatic. When he's sad, he's desolate. And when he's angry, he's dangerous. Quite a few individuals have born witness to him when he's in a rage, and some unlucky people have borne the brunt of it. While he usually solves problems with violence, angering him can cause him to get downright sadistic with his punishments. Sometimes it's for the benefit of mankind, and oftentimes it isn't, but when the jokes stop and Wade actually gets serious, it's always terrifying.
Low self-esteem- To say that Wade has a low opinion of himself would be like saying that the ocean is a little heavy on the salt. No matter what disparaging words anyone says to him, whatever cutting remark they have at his expense, no one is as hard on Wade as Wade is on himself. His self-loathing is so potent that a part of him actually accepts his hideous new appearance, and although he may joke that nowadays his outside matches his inside, there's a dark part of him that actually believes it. It's for this reason that he's so easily manipulated by people promising him love and affection, as he's so starved for simple human kindness that he'll greedily lap up any attention or praise that is given to him. This, unfortunately, makes him rather easy to manipulate, at least for a time. It's also the reason why he doesn't take criticism well, and is most assuredly the reason why he grows considerably insecure-- and in worst case scenarios, absolutely enraged-- when people see him without his mask. It's almost like a validation of everything he believes is rotten and evil in himself, and it reinforces the belief that he is unworthy of love of any kind.
Recklessness- The inevitable drawback of having a healing factor is that you tend to take things for granted-- specifically, your health. Nowadays, Wade would barely bat an eye over cutting his hand off to escape handcuffs, or plunging from a tall skyscraper to the streets below, or acting as a metaphorical "canary in the coalmine" with deadly poisons. The knowledge that virtually nothing can kill him has emboldened him to take risks that even the strongest human would blanch at, but the truth is far more dire than that. Wade is actually borderline suicidal, and the numerous scrapes he gets into are secretly a challenge to see if anything can kill him for good. So far, nothing has stepped up to the plate, and as he grows older and his body remains in the shape it was when he got his healing factor, immortality's looking like a very real thing, and Wade is not happy about it in the least.
This unfortunately also extends to his external actions as well, as he's much more likely to go rushing in to blow something up than he is to sit and listen to even the simplest of plans. A lot of this is caused by his desperate need for approval; to be looked upon as a hero, and unfortunately, Wade hasn't exactly learned that being a hero doesn't mean you actively go looking for trouble. This has inevitably caused problems for a great many people as well as himself, and most of his heroic acts in canon are really cleaning up a mess he himself has made, which obviously means he gets no recognition for it.
CR AU
Previous Game and Time: Haven (havenrpg), September 2012 - May 2015/Tanagura (tanagura ), September 2015 - Present
Previous Development: Most people would have been terrified at the thought of being abducted from their home while they slept and waking up to an unfamiliar and hostile world. Most people would have quickly succumbed to despair at the thought of being trapped in a desolate city, unable to see their family or loved ones again. Most people would've quickly gone insane by the horrors that this Lovecraftian world saw fit to unleash upon them month after month, as regular as infernal clockwork.
Most people weren't already insane like Deadpool was.
When he'd first gotten over his initial shock of being torn from his bed and thrust into what seemed like a completely isolated city, Wade's thoughts on Haven weren't ones of fear or desolation or even despair. While the concept of being in a creepy ghost town and having only enough food to keep you on the right side of starving was worrisome, Wade more or less began to think of Haven as a way of starting over. No one who had unwillingly made the journey along with him seemed to know or care about who he was and where he came from, and it was strange-- and eventually intoxicating-- to know that for as long as he was in this world, he had a clean slate, to brighten or sully his reputation as he saw fit. He saw it as an opportunity to finally become the hero he'd always wanted to be.
A month or so later, he got his chance. One of the natives of Haven, a no-nonsense, short-tempered alcoholic by the name of Jonas, stormed the apartments while the new denizens were sleeping, shouting that "they" had taken his nine-year-old sister Jessica, who had taken pity on the captives of Haven and had made her way into the city with provisions for them. Because of his fondness for children and the fact that he had frightened her away when they had first met, Wade felt ultimately responsible for what had happened to her, and when a rescue party was formed to storm the eastern hospital to try and get her back, Wade eagerly signed up for it. With the help of Alphonse Elric, Wade managed to find the young girl strapped to a laboratory table and in the process of being experimented on. They managed to escape with Jessica alive and in tow, and although Wade wasn't aware of it at the time, that single act of heroism would color his experience in Haven for the rest of his stay. (It also would forge an unbreakable bond with him, Al, and Jessica, who called both of them her heroes.)
There was no drastic overnight change from anti-hero to hero. Wade still had a long way to go, and he still backslid into his old selfish routines time and time again-- abandoning Al once in his time of need in a fit of pique, being sullen and childish to another dear friend of his, Abel Nightroad, when the latter had been absent with his own issues for some time; threatening the entirety of Haven in a Suicide by Cop ploy after Haven's influences had left him overcome with misery. He transgressed time and time again, and each time he was forgiven; or if not immediately forgiven, challenged to be better than he had been. He came to truly understand the guilt that tore at a person's insides when a friend was disappointed in him, the warm, fuzzy feeling of pride when he did something completely altruistic; even the completely unselfish feeling of love and devotion. For the first time in a long time, Wade had actual, genuine friends-- friends who actually cared about whether he lived or died, and eventually he became determined to ensure that these new friends never had reason to lose their faith in him. What resulted was someone who wasn't completely a hero just yet, but definitely no longer an anti-hero in the purest sense of the word.
Unfortunately, living in such horrifying conditions takes its toll on you after a while, and Wade found his psyche increasingly rattled by the traumatizing experiences he was being put through month after month. Though he attempted to put a humorous face on it as he always had, as the second anniversary of his time in Haven approached, he began to give in to the despair that he and his fellow captives would never get out of Haven. It was only the presence of his friends that kept him from completely succumbing to hopelessness, but his circle of trusted allies was dwindling. The loss of Al and Abel was a devastating blow, as was the disappearance of Clementine and Jessica, whom he had begun to see as his unofficial daughters in this wretched place. He was losing his sense of humor, and desired evermore to rid himself of the suffering of living.
Following a suicidal attempt against Pyramid Head, a monster who had found its way into the desolate town, Wade found himself in Tanagura, a much different place than the gray, dead environment of Haven. Tanagura was a place of decadence, a place of wanton vices and sex without strings, where your only limitations were the colors of your hair. Upon arrival, Wade quickly found himself sorted into the Mongrel caste-- a poor demographic living in the slums who were treated as second-class citizens. Coming from a place in which there was no heat, only contaminated water and very little food, the slums were actually an upgrade for Wade, and he was able to eke out a meager existence in no trouble at all. A few of his fellow captives from Haven had also made the journey with him, and so he was able to get over the sudden culture shock relatively quickly.
It was not to last. A sudden riot completely upended the caste system, and the once-impoverished Wade suddenly found himself living the high life as an Elite, enjoying an abundant monthly stipend and a cushy new home in one of Tanagura's high-rise apartments. However, he also had to deal with the sudden disappearance of many of his Haven friends, and the stress of that coupled with his sudden unexpected wealth and prosperity (not to mention the fact that he was slowly but surely losing his memory of those same friends the longer he stayed in Tanagura) caused him to pursue rather self-destructive tendencies-- namely, drugs and alcohol.
It's no surprise, then, that these scars will accompany him to Hadriel to an extent. No longer able to turn a blind eye to humanity as he had done in the past, Wade is now caught at a crossroads, unable to coincide his sudden altruistic and extroverted streak with the mercenary attitude he's carried with him for so long. Having tasted friendship for the first time in a while, it's no surprise that he will continue to seek out companions in an almost desperate attempt to regain what he's lost. He will also most undoubtedly suffer from post traumatic stress disorder as a result of his experiences, which will probably manifest in an extreme co-dependency, jealousy, panic attacks and binge eating as a result of his two years of undernourishment.
SAMPLES
Action Log Sample: 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.
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Character Name: Wade Wilson
Character Age: 34
Canon: Marvel 616
Canon Point: Some time after Cable & Deadpool
World Description: Basically modern-day Earth, but with superheroes.
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, or so he says. 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 for failed genetic experiments-- led by the sadistic Dr. Killebrew, who quickly latched onto Wade as his new favorite patient-- but as his healing factor finally resurfaced (ironically after he had begun to accept and even welcome death) he turned on the doctors and orderlies who had made his life a nightmare and was able to escape, burning down the facility in the process. 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.
Personality: If one were to ask someone a word that best described Wade Wilson, the most charitable one would probably be something like "mercurial". Further down the list would be words like "untrustworthy" and "dangerous", with "fucking nutjob" being among the least charitable descriptions. Being criminally insane in the membrane does give you some interesting personality quirks. There's a reason one of Wade'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. In canon, he had a "devil-may-care"; attitude about the world around him, and seemed to have little regard for anything except for where his next payment was coming from. Because of this, he had very few friends, and even thought of friendship as a "completely bogus concept".
Despite his bravado, however, there is compassion and kindness in that black little heart of his, and it's only gotten more prevalent in recent events. Although he's not ashamed of his career as a mercenary, and money is a very important aspect of his life, deep down in his heart of hearts he dreams of being a true hero; of being respected and adored much like Captain America, Thor, and the rest of his childhood idols. 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 and even generous to them in his own way-- once spending quite a bit of his hard-earned money to buy a comrade of his a swanky new high-rise apartment (granted, after he'd accidentally had a hand in blowing up her old one, but it's the thought that counts, right?) He’s also very fond and protective of children, having had a less-than-stellar childhood himself, and thus is very intolerant of anyone who would prey on them-- from an assassin’s standpoint, they’re totally off-limits, to the point where he has walked off a mission several times without getting paid as a result of a child getting caught in the crossfire.
While Wade's insanity is rather ill-defined in canon, there are quite a few flaws that he suffers from. He appears to be afflicted with some sort of personality disorder, one that causes him cripplingly low self-esteem and an almost neurotic need to please those he holds in high regard. This in turn causes extreme recklessness which, coupled with his healing factor, makes him a rather dangerous individual to be around. Having very few friends also makes him rather clingy and desperate for companionship, which back in the old days meant that he would resort to such underhanded tactics as, say-- kidnapping an old woman and holding her hostage for years just so he wouldn't have to be alone. Thankfully, with some time and much-needed character development, he's grown out of those destructive and coercive habits, but he still remains a very lonely person.
There's also the matter of him being virtually unable to admit any wrongdoing, which again stems from his low self-esteem and almost pathological fear of being in a vulnerable position-- ironic, given the fact that his healing factor makes him virtually invulnerable to anything that might kill him. He's gotten much better at apologizing for his transgressions over time, but it still tends to be quite an ordeal for him, especially when it comes to someone he has the utmost respect for. His penchant for joking and clowning around also stems from an inability to articulate his true feelings-- he's by no means as happy and carefree as he lets on, but again, he's afraid of seeming vulnerable and weak in the eyes of his peers; of opening himself up and putting himself in a position where he might be emotionally attacked.
Wade'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.
Inventory:
Teleporter - A teleportation device built into his belt, that allows him to transport himself and anyone he touches to any area he's already been with a single trigger phrase. The technology is limited, however, in that it only responds to Wade's own voice (he's learned his lesson over the years) and it can't transport him to any place in which he hasn't already visited on foot, much like the fast travel mechanics of sandbox video games.
Holographic projector watch - A watch that, along with telling him the time, allows him to take the form of any person-- living, dead, or completely fabricated. The watch also projects different types of clothing, as well.
Beam katanas - Because the word "lightsaber" was copyrighted by some rich neckbeard. These powerful energy blades were bequeathed to him by Travis Touchdown, a fellow captive of Haven and one of Wade's closest friends. They can cut through any material, but have to be recharged in a rather... embarrassing way if the batteries go dead. They also don't cauterize when they cut. Expect tons of blood splatter.
Standard katanas - Exactly what it says on the tin, these are two katanas that Wade has picked up during his stay in Haven. One of them is more special than the other, fashioned with an adamantium blade. Once a simple surgical knife pilfered from a hospital, this particular katana was changed into the impressive weapon it is now through transmutation, an alchemical practice performed by Alphonse Elric. Wade no longer uses this sword out of respect, yet keeps it around as a reminder of his fallen young friend.
Guns - Two automatic pistols, one that he's customized himself and upgraded over the years. She has become his favorite gun, and he calls her Carlotta.
Knives - One bowie knife and five standard throwing knives. The bowie knife, strangely enough, has a blade as black as obsidian and just as sharp.
Ammunition - Just your standard handgun bullets.
Walkie-talkie - A souvenir from his time in Haven. This two-way walkie-talkie once belonged to Clementine, a roommate of his and his unofficial daughter.
Spandex outfit - The standard red and black kevlar-reinforced spandex suit that has become Wade's trademark. This one in particular has been imbued with a special cloth and thread, woven by the goddess Calypso (Haven brought in all types okay) that regenerates along with its owner.
Belt of Pouches - Every '90s superhero has one. They essentially double as Bags of Holding, allowing Wade to carry all manner of sundry items from lockpicks to condoms. (What? He's cancerous, not dead, okay?)
Tonberry plushie - A plushie of the Final Fantasy monster, won at a carnival game in Haven. This also belonged to Clementine, and Wade carries it around with him in order to preserve her memory.
Abilities:
Regeneration - 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 half an hour or more. The only thing that can completely stop him is decapitation, but it still won't kill him-- it'll merely put him his body into a vegetative state until his head is found and reattached.
Telepathic immunity - 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, making his brain a "dead zone" for psychics who wish to converse without having other psychics eavesdrop on them. In spite of this, his own mind is virtually unable to be read beyond snatches of surface thoughts, and anyone who's tried in the past has suffered from migraines, burnout, or-- worst case scenario-- complete brain death.
Immunity to poisons - Wade is impervious to all but the most potent of poisons. 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. That being said, that only applies to mundane substances, but even if he's given a drug that could potentially kill him, he won't die from it-- he'll merely be knocked unconscious for a duration of time until his healing factor can flush the poison out of his system.
Immortality (?) - His accelerated healing factor has increased his lifespan beyond that of a normal human, but to what extent is as yet unknown to him. As of right now, he's in his late fifties, and yet still has the appearance and biological structure of a man in his early-to-mid thirties-- due to the cancer causing the cells within his body to keep dividing, it's essentially stopped him from aging as well.
Weapon and fighting skills - Wade is a master of many martial arts as well as being an accomplished marksman and swordsman. Because of his brain cells being constantly in flux (and thus rendering him able to learn and retain information as quickly as a child would), Wade knows practically everything there is to know about fighting with conventional weapons and fighting styles... and is knowledgeable (and crazy) enough to improvise in unconventional ways as well. He's also skilled in the art of parkour.
Polyglot - Knows thirteen languages (he's been seen to speak Russian, German, Spanish, Japanese and American Sign Language in canon, although he appears to be able to speak more and more languages as the plot demands).
Poisonous blood - More of a side effect of his cancer fueled healing factor than anything else, Wade's blood and flesh has proven to be extremely distasteful to vampires and zombies (being described as tasting like rancid tofurkey dunked in formaldehyde) and has the added effect of making them violently ill.
Flaws: Short attention span- While he's certainly a man of many talents, a large amount of that can be attributed to the fact that Wade virtually cannot focus on one thing for any long amount of time. This is not something that is a result of his cancer-- when he was a child he suffered from some form of diagnosed developmental disorder (most likely ADHD) that caused him to become easily bored and act out in class. In his field of work, this has taken a rather dark turn. He's much more likely to act out with violence due to boredom (or "for the lulz", as he calls it) pulling pranks on people that sometimes turn dangerous. That being said, when Wade is given a job to do, odds are he'll follow it to the letter, especially if it's been given to him by someone whom he deeply respects, so it's no surprise that one of the main tenets of any team he works with is to "keep Deadpool busy somehow for the love of god".
Anger management problems- Despite being able to hide his feelings under a veneer of snark and witticisms for the most part, Wade is a very hot and cold individual; a man of many intense emotions. When he's happy, he's ecstatic. When he's sad, he's desolate. And when he's angry, he's dangerous. Quite a few individuals have born witness to him when he's in a rage, and some unlucky people have borne the brunt of it. While he usually solves problems with violence, angering him can cause him to get downright sadistic with his punishments. Sometimes it's for the benefit of mankind, and oftentimes it isn't, but when the jokes stop and Wade actually gets serious, it's always terrifying.
Low self-esteem- To say that Wade has a low opinion of himself would be like saying that the ocean is a little heavy on the salt. No matter what disparaging words anyone says to him, whatever cutting remark they have at his expense, no one is as hard on Wade as Wade is on himself. His self-loathing is so potent that a part of him actually accepts his hideous new appearance, and although he may joke that nowadays his outside matches his inside, there's a dark part of him that actually believes it. It's for this reason that he's so easily manipulated by people promising him love and affection, as he's so starved for simple human kindness that he'll greedily lap up any attention or praise that is given to him. This, unfortunately, makes him rather easy to manipulate, at least for a time. It's also the reason why he doesn't take criticism well, and is most assuredly the reason why he grows considerably insecure-- and in worst case scenarios, absolutely enraged-- when people see him without his mask. It's almost like a validation of everything he believes is rotten and evil in himself, and it reinforces the belief that he is unworthy of love of any kind.
Recklessness- The inevitable drawback of having a healing factor is that you tend to take things for granted-- specifically, your health. Nowadays, Wade would barely bat an eye over cutting his hand off to escape handcuffs, or plunging from a tall skyscraper to the streets below, or acting as a metaphorical "canary in the coalmine" with deadly poisons. The knowledge that virtually nothing can kill him has emboldened him to take risks that even the strongest human would blanch at, but the truth is far more dire than that. Wade is actually borderline suicidal, and the numerous scrapes he gets into are secretly a challenge to see if anything can kill him for good. So far, nothing has stepped up to the plate, and as he grows older and his body remains in the shape it was when he got his healing factor, immortality's looking like a very real thing, and Wade is not happy about it in the least.
This unfortunately also extends to his external actions as well, as he's much more likely to go rushing in to blow something up than he is to sit and listen to even the simplest of plans. A lot of this is caused by his desperate need for approval; to be looked upon as a hero, and unfortunately, Wade hasn't exactly learned that being a hero doesn't mean you actively go looking for trouble. This has inevitably caused problems for a great many people as well as himself, and most of his heroic acts in canon are really cleaning up a mess he himself has made, which obviously means he gets no recognition for it.
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Previous Game and Time: Haven (
havenrpg), September 2012 - May 2015/Tanagura (tanagura ), September 2015 - PresentPrevious Development: Most people would have been terrified at the thought of being abducted from their home while they slept and waking up to an unfamiliar and hostile world. Most people would have quickly succumbed to despair at the thought of being trapped in a desolate city, unable to see their family or loved ones again. Most people would've quickly gone insane by the horrors that this Lovecraftian world saw fit to unleash upon them month after month, as regular as infernal clockwork.
Most people weren't already insane like Deadpool was.
When he'd first gotten over his initial shock of being torn from his bed and thrust into what seemed like a completely isolated city, Wade's thoughts on Haven weren't ones of fear or desolation or even despair. While the concept of being in a creepy ghost town and having only enough food to keep you on the right side of starving was worrisome, Wade more or less began to think of Haven as a way of starting over. No one who had unwillingly made the journey along with him seemed to know or care about who he was and where he came from, and it was strange-- and eventually intoxicating-- to know that for as long as he was in this world, he had a clean slate, to brighten or sully his reputation as he saw fit. He saw it as an opportunity to finally become the hero he'd always wanted to be.
A month or so later, he got his chance. One of the natives of Haven, a no-nonsense, short-tempered alcoholic by the name of Jonas, stormed the apartments while the new denizens were sleeping, shouting that "they" had taken his nine-year-old sister Jessica, who had taken pity on the captives of Haven and had made her way into the city with provisions for them. Because of his fondness for children and the fact that he had frightened her away when they had first met, Wade felt ultimately responsible for what had happened to her, and when a rescue party was formed to storm the eastern hospital to try and get her back, Wade eagerly signed up for it. With the help of Alphonse Elric, Wade managed to find the young girl strapped to a laboratory table and in the process of being experimented on. They managed to escape with Jessica alive and in tow, and although Wade wasn't aware of it at the time, that single act of heroism would color his experience in Haven for the rest of his stay. (It also would forge an unbreakable bond with him, Al, and Jessica, who called both of them her heroes.)
There was no drastic overnight change from anti-hero to hero. Wade still had a long way to go, and he still backslid into his old selfish routines time and time again-- abandoning Al once in his time of need in a fit of pique, being sullen and childish to another dear friend of his, Abel Nightroad, when the latter had been absent with his own issues for some time; threatening the entirety of Haven in a Suicide by Cop ploy after Haven's influences had left him overcome with misery. He transgressed time and time again, and each time he was forgiven; or if not immediately forgiven, challenged to be better than he had been. He came to truly understand the guilt that tore at a person's insides when a friend was disappointed in him, the warm, fuzzy feeling of pride when he did something completely altruistic; even the completely unselfish feeling of love and devotion. For the first time in a long time, Wade had actual, genuine friends-- friends who actually cared about whether he lived or died, and eventually he became determined to ensure that these new friends never had reason to lose their faith in him. What resulted was someone who wasn't completely a hero just yet, but definitely no longer an anti-hero in the purest sense of the word.
Unfortunately, living in such horrifying conditions takes its toll on you after a while, and Wade found his psyche increasingly rattled by the traumatizing experiences he was being put through month after month. Though he attempted to put a humorous face on it as he always had, as the second anniversary of his time in Haven approached, he began to give in to the despair that he and his fellow captives would never get out of Haven. It was only the presence of his friends that kept him from completely succumbing to hopelessness, but his circle of trusted allies was dwindling. The loss of Al and Abel was a devastating blow, as was the disappearance of Clementine and Jessica, whom he had begun to see as his unofficial daughters in this wretched place. He was losing his sense of humor, and desired evermore to rid himself of the suffering of living.
Following a suicidal attempt against Pyramid Head, a monster who had found its way into the desolate town, Wade found himself in Tanagura, a much different place than the gray, dead environment of Haven. Tanagura was a place of decadence, a place of wanton vices and sex without strings, where your only limitations were the colors of your hair. Upon arrival, Wade quickly found himself sorted into the Mongrel caste-- a poor demographic living in the slums who were treated as second-class citizens. Coming from a place in which there was no heat, only contaminated water and very little food, the slums were actually an upgrade for Wade, and he was able to eke out a meager existence in no trouble at all. A few of his fellow captives from Haven had also made the journey with him, and so he was able to get over the sudden culture shock relatively quickly.
It was not to last. A sudden riot completely upended the caste system, and the once-impoverished Wade suddenly found himself living the high life as an Elite, enjoying an abundant monthly stipend and a cushy new home in one of Tanagura's high-rise apartments. However, he also had to deal with the sudden disappearance of many of his Haven friends, and the stress of that coupled with his sudden unexpected wealth and prosperity (not to mention the fact that he was slowly but surely losing his memory of those same friends the longer he stayed in Tanagura) caused him to pursue rather self-destructive tendencies-- namely, drugs and alcohol.
It's no surprise, then, that these scars will accompany him to Hadriel to an extent. No longer able to turn a blind eye to humanity as he had done in the past, Wade is now caught at a crossroads, unable to coincide his sudden altruistic and extroverted streak with the mercenary attitude he's carried with him for so long. Having tasted friendship for the first time in a while, it's no surprise that he will continue to seek out companions in an almost desperate attempt to regain what he's lost. He will also most undoubtedly suffer from post traumatic stress disorder as a result of his experiences, which will probably manifest in an extreme co-dependency, jealousy, panic attacks and binge eating as a result of his two years of undernourishment.
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Action Log Sample: 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.