Real Name: Wade Winston Wilson
Aliases: Deadpool
Occupation: Merc and super awesome killer dude
Place of Birth: That place with the really big buildings and the green lady statue? Pittsburgh? No New York
Known Relatives: Nope all dead unless you count Deathstroke but he’s more of a stupid cousin that came from one of my chopped off fingers
Group Affiliation: Hero or Villain? Hero I guess
Education:High School diploma, Army Special Forces training in combat, stealth, arms, and cooking....oh and whatever’s on the History channel.
Gender: Male hands-down that’s it bye-bye.
Height: Uh let’s say 6 foot
Weight: I like 180
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Don’t have any
Unusual Features: I can regrow any body part does that count?
Powers: Healing factor superhuman strength, stamina, agility, and reflexes
Abilities/Skills: Expert marksman, swordsman, and martial artist
Teleportation.
Paraphernalia/Weapons: OHH my favorite part of my job. I’ve two serrated katanas, a pair of Heckler and Koch MP7s, a donkey load of ammo, I don’t know how many knives, and my teleport thingy.
Origin:The Weapon X program
Biography: Well from what I feel like remembering I was born to Hippie parents. They called themselves Moonspoon and Walkingrock(like I said hippies). Anyway they tried to raise me but I was told my constant crying and attention seeking was too much for them so they put me up for adoption at about 2 no one bothered with me so when I was 18 I joined the Special Forces and kicked so much ass I can’t count on all my toes, fingers, or skin particles. But just because I got a little drunk and slept with my commanding officer 2LT Ashley Romero they kicked me out. Then I signed up for the Weapon X program, I needed the money so keep those looks to yourselves and I suffered no side effects except I think I’m crazy but if the crazy think they‘re crazy does that make them sane? Anyway after all that fun I went into Merc work and I make a good living from it.
Personality: Awesome beyond all belief, charming, energetic like that pink bunny, sharp as a tack. Oh some people say crazy as a loon but I don’t see it. Since when can a bird be crazy?
Clothing: Red and black Kevlar ninja suit, hood, gloves, and boots. I also have my nifty teleportation belt with a few little pouches of stuff, my weapons, back-up weapons, my back-up, back-up weapons, and a pack of gum.
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Motto: Well I got the shiny gun so you lose!
Enemies: Deathstroke, and anyone who’s against whoever’s paying me. Oh and Elmo, he knows too much to be left alive.
Love Interest(s): Ohh I can’t say she might stab or maim me. And even if I can heal any wound nothing ruins the mood like a dismemberment.
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