Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Jan 6, 2013 18:38:43 GMT -5
Wade Deadpool Wilson
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TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR CITY[/i][/color][/center]
Full Name: Wade Winston Wilson
Nicknames: Deadpool, Merc with a Mouth
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, probably around his 30's
Sexual Orientation: Straight
![](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/ca/Deadpool.png/178px-Deadpool.png)
![](http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/ryan_reynolds_is_deadpool.jpg)
Yeah, that would be before the scarring.
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Location: New York
Origin: Marvel
Play-By: Ryan Reynolds
Height:6'2
Hair: Bald, formerly brown
Eyes: Brown
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Deadpool is always wearing a red and black suit that covers his entire body. If he wears anything else, his face is covered up by a mask to conceal his face.
Powers/Abilities:
Team Affiliation: N/A
Personality: Deadpool is, to sum it up in a word, insane. He's pretty much lost his mind due to being experimented on. Despite this, he's a very random, childish person who's always cracking jokes. Even when the situation is pretty serious, he'll still be cracking jokes and hitting on women. He's also aware that he's fictional, but since he's gone off the deep end, nobody believes it. His morals are very, very questionable as well.
Family: N/A
Marital status: Single. Yes, you heard right ladies. He's single.
History: Born the son of a decoarted war hero, Wade Wilson was a Canadian who was always daydreaming about childish and dangerous things. This led him to become an assassin, and he was pretty happy until he was diagnosed with cancer. He was part of the Weapon X project so that his cancer would be cured, but things took a horrible turn. No longer was he the attractive Wade Wilson, but a scarred and mangled Deadpool. It's worth mentioning his mouth was sewn shut as well, as he was considered to be the perfect assassin if he would just keep his mouth shut.
Although his looks may have been ruined, he was now an ultimate weapon. Now he wasn't just an assassin. He now had several many powers to aid him. After a battle with Wolverine, however, his head was severred and he was assumed dead. This was not true, and he was finally able to reopen his mouth. Thus he became the Merc with a Mouth once more. He's pretty good at being a mercenary, if you can get past his sarcastic attitude.
Sample Post:
Another job was done for Deadpool. He twirled his pistol in the air and shoved it into his holster, feeling rather proud of himself. He crossed his arms, a smirk laying beneath his masked face. "And another job well done by Deadpool!" the masked male exclaimed, putting a hand on his hips. "Hey, I don't exclaim, by the way. I just yell. And scream. And when I'm all alone, I'll cry with a tub of ice cream while watching some sappy romantic comedy. Now, I'm gonna go grab some cash and prizes if you don't mind." With that, the masked male sauntered on out of an abandonned workshop with as much swagger as he could muster. His boots click-clacked against the ground in a loud, probably rather obnoxious matter if anyone else had been around to hear it as he stepped closer to the door before making a very sudden halt. Beneath his mask, his eyes were narrowed. A shame nobody could see the horrifying glare beneath that covering.
"Wait a minute, we just found out that I was an abandonned workshop? One, I like the added swagger in there, two, I feel as if that's poor writing skills. And if you ask me, it's pretty cliche to have me go to an abandonned workshop. Just sayin'. Three, I'm not obnoxious, I'm amazing! You're just dying to get this sample post done, aren't you?" Deadpool muttered as he continued walking to exit the building, scarlet gloves opening the exit door's handle quickly. He didn't have time to have random outbursts at the moment, he just wanted to claim his reward and be on his way. Was that too much to ask?
"Actually, it probably is way too much to ask, isn't it? I mean, the dude's like, what, an hour away, and I honestly doubt the author remembered to give me some sort of vehicle if I'm wandering around some random abandonned workshop. Go figure."
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