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DEADPOOL

"Who’s kitty litter did I just take a shit in??"
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About the Character

Franchise/Setting this Character is From || MCU

How Much Experience Do You Have With Character/Franchise? || I’ve written him a couple times before.

Why Would This Character Be A Good Fit For Our Site? || I just like writing hilarious comic-relief anti-heroes

Do You Roleplay This Character Elsewhere? || Only in another server

References For People Who Are Unfamiliar || xmenmovies.fandom.com/wiki/Deadpool
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The Basics

Name || Wade Wilson

Nicknames || Deadpool, The Merc With The Mouth, Weapon XI, Douchepool, The Jabbering Butt-Plug, Mr. Pool, “Captain Deadpool”, Tiger, Wade the Wisecracker, Regenerating Degenerate, Mr. Never-Die, Spider-Man on Crack, The Wildcard

Age || 30 years old

Birthday || November 22, 1973

Species || Human (Mutant)

Gender || Male

Alignment/Faction || Chaotic Neutral

Sexuality || Pansexual

Face Claim || Ryan Reynolds

Height & Weight || 5’6” and 235 lbs

Identifying Features || His face looks like Freddy Krueger got plunged into a acid pool face-first.

Overall || Wade Wilson, a.k.a Deadpool, is an average-sized man with a moderately muscular physique. Most of the time, Deadpool is clad in a red and black suit made out of spandex. His mask’s white eyes are encompassed by two black markings that resemble Spider-Man’s eyes. Underneath his mask, Deadpool’s body is entirely plagued with horrific scarring and cancerous tumors from head to toe. His hauntingly horrid appearance is a result of enduring agonizingly painful experimentation done to him by the Weapon X.
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The Personality

Personal Strengths || In spite of his mental instability, Deadpool still has some form of a moral code he abides by. He never harms children, elderly folk, or animals and generally won’t attack a person that is unarmed. In his own chaotic fashion, Deadpool does want to do good by others. He is fearless even in the face of catastrophe.

Personal Weaknesses || Deadpool can be an obnoxious asshat who’s fast-paced and raunchy humor can annoy both enemies and allies. Due to his mental instability, he can lash out at someone without provocation. He has no problem killing someone (usually a criminal or a person he dislikes) to achieve a goal.

Goals || Deadpool’s goals are simple: kick people’s asses and have fun while doing it.

Fears || Deadpool has no true fears per se, he gets mildly uncomfortable around spiders.

Overall || Deadpool has three incredibly defining personality traits that makes people wonder why he hasn’t been incarcerated yet: He is an incredibly offensive jerk who tends to mouth off just about anybody and does so in the most disrespectful ways possible, he has a lack of concern for the safety and health of others (and himself), and he is a bit of a sadist who has an insatiable lust for violence. On top of that, Deadpool has a highly sarcastic and incredibly morbid sense of humor. He has no qualms about poking fun at a dire situation or cracking jokes at someone’s expense. No one is exempt from Deadpool’s teasing and scathingly insensitive remarks, not even Charles Xavier himself. Hell, Deadpool will poke fun at his own traumas just for the shits and giggles. As aforementioned, Deadpool does not know the concept of self-preservation. He will very happily jump headfirst into dangerous situations just to get some sort of sick thrill out of them like the madman he is. Additionally, Deadpool has a tendency to be incredibly obnoxious and annoying to both his allies and enemies. Due to the horrific experimentations he endured at the Weapons X program, Deadpool has become mentally unhinged and insane. So much so in fact, Deadpool has become fully aware of the fact he is a fictional character and to an extent is aware of all forms of media he is in, thus having a tendency to break the Fourth Wall. Despite his penchant for violence, lack of any inhibitions, and insanity, Deadpool is not completely heartless. Underneath that scarred skin, psychotic nature, and reckless demeanor, there is a good man deep down that wants to do right by people. Deadpool does have an inner (if not slightly twisted) sense of morality and tries to do good in his own crazy fashion. More often than not, Deadpool will go out of his way to help someone in need.
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Talents and Equipment

Unique Abilities || After being injected with a serum to further evolve his mutant genes (which was fully triggered by extreme stress), Wade’s body was enhanced and granted him rapid cellular regeneration. This enables him to quickly heal from any injury regardless of severity, even going so far as to regrow severed limbs. Minor injuries, like bullet wounds and even major ones like broken bones take mere minutes to recover. While full dismemberment takes hours to restore, which goes through a period of accelerated maturing, starting as an infant-like limb before becoming fully grown. Even more, Wade’s healing powers leave him immune to any form of illness and contamination, able to even cure himself of cancer that was previously ravaging his body. Stabbing his head with a weapon only momentarily leaves Deadpool dazed and delirious until the object is removed. For all intents and purposes, he is practically unkillable.

Skills || Deadpool is an expert marksman, able to shoot targets from long distances. He is also an incredible swordsman.

Training || Deadpool underwent intensive special forces combat training during his days as a licensed mercenary.

Combat Strengths || What Deadpool lacks in raw strength he makes up for with agility and improvisational skills. Due to his mutant genes, he has incredible reflexes and acrobatic skills that he uses to practically fly across the battlefield. In light of his mental instability, Deadpool has some degree of tactical brilliance.

Combat Weaknesses || Deadpool cannot die by conventional methods, but he is not invincible by any means. He can very well still be cut up, scorched, and blown up by any weapon. However, his powers can be negated using devices designed for inhibiting mutant abilities. As aforementioned, stabbing his head will disorient Deadpool and leave him vulnerable to attack. Generally, Deadpool has a obnoxious tendency to piss off both allies and foes with his demeanor and antics.

Weapons || Dual silver-coated katanas, SOG Desert dagger, dual .50 AE pistols, Glock 17, Heckler & Kosh Mark 23, Beretta Px4 Storm, Smith & Wesson Model 29, IMI Mini Uzi, IMI Galil SAR, Norinco Type 84S-2, Steyr AUG A1, Remington 870, Mossberg 500 shotgun

Ship || Doesn’t have his own ship but Deadpool occasionally yoinks the X-Wing for fun

Additional Details || N/A
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The History

Family Information || Deadpool had a poor childhood; his mother died when he was a child and his father became a abusive drunkard.

Homeworld || Earth

History || Before becoming the immortal wise-cracking, fourth wall-breaking, chatterbox anti-hero Deadpool, Wade Wilson found employment as a freelance mercenary-for-hire. Because of his inherent mutant genes, Wade possessed enhanced reflexes and agility. During this time, Wade would use his skills to, among other things, protect teenage girls from would-be stalkers. He even met a guy named Bob in a T.G.I Friday’s and visited his house once. However, all that changed when Wade was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Devastated, Wade spent the next several days drinking his problems away. His friend, Weasel, tells Wade a man is looking for him. Wade approaches the man, who introduces himself as The Recruiter. He tells Wade that he works for a facility that will not only cure him of his cancer but also give him incredible powers. The Recruiter then offers Wade the chance to join the program that would presumably cure his disease, but Wade is hesitant and declines, but he takes the card that The Recruiter gives him and heads home. Though soon becoming desperate, Wade ends up taking the offer. He arrives at the facility where he meets a man named Ajax, along with his cohort Angel Dust. Ajax starts the procedure and injects Wade with a special serum that activates any dormant mutant genes in him, the mutations being meant to turn him into a superhuman to heal him from his cancer. Unfortunately, he reveals that in order for it to work, Wade would have to undergo extreme stress to activate the genes, as adrenaline is the serum’s main catalyst. Ajax casually mentions that if there were no mutant genes in him to activate, the torture would eventually kill him. Wade undergoes various torture techniques carried out by Angel Dust to trigger a mutation. After days of torture and no success, Ajax became rather frustrated. Wade eventually learns that Ajax's real name was Francis, and starts to make fun of his name. Tired of Wade insulting his real name, Ajax strapped Wade down and placed him inside an airtight chamber where his oxygen had been cut off. Ajax then revealed to his “patient” that the program was intended to turn Wade into a super-powered individual, but as a super slave, where he would be auctioned off somewhere to become an assassin. During his time in the chamber, the drop in oxygen finally triggered the mutation genes, resulting in a regenerative factor that was supposed to heal the cancer. Instead, Wade's cancer cells mutated along with his genes, severely disfiguring his entire body in the process. Ajax had returned the next day and opened the casket, only to have Wade lunge at the man and attack him out of anger for disfiguring him. Ajax got the upper hand in the fight and overpowered Wade, impaling him with a bar, which he left bent. Before leaving, Ajax lit a match and threw it at a gas-filled canister, triggering a massive explosion that destroyed most of the building. Of course, Wade survived thanks to his new regenerative factor and climbed out of the debris before walking home. On that day, Wade vowed to hunt down Ajax and demand the cure from him, at any cost. Wade bought loads of weapons and fashioned a red and black spandex suit, walking out into the world once more before dubbing himself “Deadpool”.

Current Story || Deadpool has since been spending his new lease on life sowing chaos, getting tied up with multiple world-ending crises, and occasionally menacing the X-Men with his antics. As of currently, he is hanging around waiting for something fun to do.

Other Information || He may or may not have raided the Avengers Tower’s kitchen at some point.
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The Roleplayer

Pen Name || Professor Gojira

Age || Over 18

Other Characters here on Monomachiarum || Ridley

Roleplay Sample || A bald man sporting a horrifically scarred body that gave him the look of a mutated tumor with legs and wearing nothing but underwear was sitting on a brown leather recliner while watching television. The man, named Wade Wilson and more famously Deadpool, would laugh as he watched what appeared to be some sort of cartoon while stuffing handfuls of chips in his mouth. An odd way to spend a Wednesday, but whatever. As Wade went to grab another handful of chips from the bag sitting on his lap, he noticed something weird: There were no more chips. Wade would peer into the empty bag, a grumble escaping his mouth.

“Motherfucker! I’m out of chips and I’m hungry! Ehhh, guess I can go grab myself some lunch.” Wade said, mostly to himself, as he stood up and walked towards his bedroom to grab the skin-tight red spandex suit he fashioned himself and put it on. Several minutes later, Deadpool would walk out of the bedroom after checking to make sure all his weapons and utilities were present.

“Alright, time to go stock up on artery-clotting, heart failure-inducing junk food. Okay, is it me or did the writer run out of ideas for this sample? Jesus fucking Christ, Ken Penders can write a one-shot about Knuckles licking the shit off of Sally’s boot and it’ll be more creative than this.”

Deadpool walked out of his apartment room and headed down the 15-floor flight of stairs, walking out of the building’s side door. As Deadpool walked down the sidewalk, he stopped dead in his tracks after realizing something.

“..... Fuck, I don’t have money. Welp, time to go to the bank I guess.” Deadpool grumbled, walking towards the local bank.

“This audition’s going to do great, I can definitely feel it in my balls.”

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Deadpool walked into the bank after pushing open the front doors, getting in line to make a deposit with the bank teller. Most of the time, the lines were long and took almost an hour to wait through, but today not a lot of people were at the bank. A strike of luck for the Merc with The Mouth. After a short ten minutes of waiting in a short line, Deadpool finally approached one of the booths where a young man would be sitting behind the glass window with a smile.

“Hello, sir. What do you need help with today?” The bank teller would ask in a cheery tone.

“Hi! My God, you sound happy this morning. You scored with a lucky lady last night, didn’t you? Haaahaahaaa, you look like you had a lot of fun.” Deadpool responded.

“Heheh… well, of a sort. My husband and I just got back from our honeymoon, it was lovely.” The man replied with a grin as he got his computer ready.

“Oh…. Oh. I’m so sorry.” Deadpool tartly responded to the man, earning a silently offended look from the bank teller.

“Anyway, I’m here to check how much money I have and make a deposit, if you please.”

“…..Um… Okay. Sure thing. Your name, sir?”

“Ryan Reynolds. HA, I’m kidding. Wade Wilson.”

“Alright, Mr. Wilson, allow me to….”

Without warning, a group of men wearing black outfits and armed with rifles and even a sword kicked the door in as one of them shot their firearms in the air, causing everyone to panic and scream in terror. Except Deadpool, for obvious reasons.

“Who fucking brings a sword to a bank robbery?” Deadpool exclaimed. One guard aimed his rifle at Deadpool after noticing he wouldn’t budge.

“YOU! GET ON THE GROUND, YOU MASKED FREAK!”

“Woah, woah, woah! Easy on the name-calling! I’m sorry that your ‘Richard’ is so pathetically small and due to that fact your father couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as his disappointment of a son and left the house, but that’s no excuse to take out your anger on people.” Deadpool spoke.

“….Uh..I-I… GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND! I WILL FUCKING SHOOT YOU!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Mr. Winkie!”

“YOU SHUT UP! GET ON THE GROUND!” The lead thug yelled. Everyone in the bank immediately dropped on the floor, watching as the group of thugs approached the booths and held the bank tellers at gunpoint.

“Money in the bags, now!” The lead thug yelled. Deadpool had been lying on the floor, looking up at the robbers threatening the bank tellers.

“I’d call Superman to handle this, but he’s busy saving the same brunette chick for the fifth time this week in a different franchise. Guess I’ll have to be the hero today. Okay, maximum effort.” Deadpool said, getting back up.

“DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO LAY DOWN?!” The robber roared.

“Shhh, shh-shh-shh-shh. No more talking, you’re going to hurt your smeckle with all that misplaced testosterone. Anyway, douchehogs, hi there. I’m Deadpool, and I’ll be your crime-fighting masked asshole today. I’m going to ask you to put those guns down or I may get a little rough. But if you play nice, then I’ll be open to a group cuddling session. A good crotch-fondling does wonders for the soul. I know Noodles could use the massage.” Deadpool spoke.

“…..What?” One robber spoke, clearly confused.

“Okay who the fuck is this Spider-Man rip-off?”

Oh, oh. That did it. That l DID IT. Deadpool just cranked his head towards the man, his eyes squinting in agitation.

“Sp…. Spider-Man?! The fuck kinda drugs are you on?! I’m not fucking Spider-Man! He’s red and blue, I’m red and black! I’m totally different! I didn’t want to do this, but I’m revoking your cuddling privileges! I’m going to give you shit-eating dickchokers a chance to put down those guns and surrender or I’m gonna do to you what Keanu Reeves did to the assholes who killed his dog.” Deadpool yelled before taking a moment to check his gear.

“Hold on a moment.”

“You? HA! Don’t make me laugh. Waste this guy.” The lead thug ordered. The rest of the thugs took aim and opened fire at Deadpool, their bullets piercing through the man’s body as if he was made of paper. However, much to the thugs’ horror, instead of dying Deadpool just stood there as his wounds immediately healed up.

“Plot twist: You’re in a Dark Souls game and I’m the final boss. Let’s not make this fight as stale as the rest of the sample, okay?” Deadpool said, unsheathing his dual katanas as he charged at the robbers. Deadpool leaped in the air, jump-kicking the lead robber in the face before slicing into another robber with his katana. Another robber armed with a sword charged at Deadpool and swung the blade down in a downward motion before managing to slice a chunk of Deadpool’s arm off, much to his annoyance.

“THAT’S MY PITCHING ARM YOU DICK!” Deadpool yelled, kicking the man away before grabbing his arm and reattaching it to the socket. Deadpool decided to enact some karma, slicing the man’s left arm off with his katana, cutting the robber’s scream short as he impaled him in the throat and watched the dying man collapse on the floor.

“LOOK OUT, THAT MAN’S ARMED!” Deadpool would yell, bludgeoning another robber with the severed arm before wrenching the rifle from his grasp and mowing him down with several well-aimed shots. Two robbers tried to run, but it was all for naught as Deadpool whipped out a couple of pistols of his own and shot them down with a well-aimed shot to the back of their heads. The lead robber was the last one standing, and he was now backing up from Deadpool while trembling with terror.

“Please, don’t kill me! I just needed money to buy food for my wife and kids! I meant no harm, I swear!” The robber cried out.

“Oh my God, really? Man, I’m sorry. I get it, you know? The economy is a shit show today.” Deadpool asked, lowering his weapons.

“Nope!” The robber said, whipping out a pistol from a hidden pocket and shooting Deadpool in the forehead, watching him collapse on the floor back-first. The man, confident he had killed the mutant, laughed as he approached the (seemingly) dead Deadpool.

“Heheheh. What a dumbass…”

Without warning, Deadpool sat up, impaling his katana through the very surprised robber’s chest, who was now wearing a look of shock and terror.

“I could say the same to you, pal.” Deadpool said, shooting the robber in the face with his pistol before throwing the very dead robber to the ground.

“Well, that was fun. Everybody loves a good fight in whatever type of fuckery this was, right? Right.” Deadpool said.

“I know I sure do!” A cheery, high-pitched voice said, immediately freaking Deadpool out.

“AAAAAAGHHH, WHAT THE FUCK?! Professor Xavier, are you messing with my head again???!??! Whatever you do, don’t peer into my thoughts. You’re not going to be able to look at Jeane again without getting terrible nightmares, I’ll tell you that.”

“If we were Charles Xavier, that other voice wouldn’t sound like a prepubescent Ash Ketchum with lung cancer.” A second, more suave voice remarked.

“Oh thank God- Ohhh, wait. These are my inner thoughts from the comics, right? Damn, that’s sick. How long have you been in my head…?”

“You do not want to know.”

“Fair point.”

“Hey, you know what, I’m in the mood for ice cream.” The high pitched voice said.

“Ooh! I’m so in!” Deadpool said, walking out the bank door.

“Wait, I still don’t have money.”

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