CHARACTER SHEETS
Universe of Origin: Marvel's Earth (Earth 616, Earth-4, Earth-6 and almost every other)
Species: Mutant / Immortal (X-Factor)
Name: Wade Winston Wilson.
Alias: Deadpool, The Merc With A Mouth.
Age: Early thirties. (*)
Gender: Male
Power: None.
Abilities: Regenerative factor, stamina, strength (above average), enhanced reflexes, pulling weapons out of 'nowhere'.
Skills: Martial arts knowledge, hand-to-hand combat, handling any kind of weapon (specially guns, explosives or martial weapons such as katanas, sai, kunai and ninja stars), agility and ninja finesse (sometimes), running his mouth and annoying everyone around (because, seriously, that ought to be some big skill of his).
Backstory: Born in a small city of British Columbia, Canada, Wade was the only son of an ex-militar veteran. His mother died of cancer when he was only a kid, leaving him only with a very strict father at home. Life was tough for him , but it only got worse when he grew up and turned seventeen. It was at a party he had not been allowed to attend that everything got messy; his father had gone there looking for him, beating him and yelling at him for his disobedience. All Wade's friends, including himself, where totally wasted by then, and they tried to defend him. What neither of them knew was that one of the guys had a gun. Wade would always blame himself for that horrid night, for losing his father and only family left.
Some time after said events, he enlisted himself in the army, using a fake ID to pretend he was already a legal adult. He spent a few years in there, until he was caught trafficking militar weapons with the enemy and other businesses and was kicked out of the army forever. That's when he became a mercenary, since he had now all that military training and he thought that'd be the easiest way to earn money using those acquired skills. He fell in love with a prostitute named Vanessa Carlyle, and had a lasting relationship while on the run. That is, until he felt sick one day, and was diagnosed with cancer later. He was a wreck after hearing such news.
He heard of the Weapon X project a few weeks later, and hoping to find some cure to his terrible illness, or at least having a better purpose in life than waiting for his imminent death, he signed in. This is where the good ol' DP story begins. Tortured, becoming nothing better than a rat lab, he was done and undone to that Butler's will, who was the head of the Weapon X labs. It was all too much to stand, and he really regretted that stupid decision of his, he only wanted to quit, but it was too late and they wouldn't let him. So he tried to run away, only causing a great commotion and an explotion somehow in the process. He lost part of his memory, but he had survived thanks to his newly implanted regenerative factor. He did escape, and started a new life out of Weapon X's control. He moved to the US (New York, of course) and became the Earth's legendary and annoying Merc With A Mouth.
The voices? He earned them as he gradually became better and better on what he did, as the number of un-alived people on his list increased. They accompanied him, at least, and that only added to his crazy and hilarious personality. He tried to make sure to only fight 'bad guys', but sometimes he'd just work for the money. That's until he was recruted by Nick Fury, and was lead the path of 'righteousness'.
(*) He has no actual record of much of his life before the army.
Species: Mutant / Immortal (X-Factor)
Name: Wade Winston Wilson.
Alias: Deadpool, The Merc With A Mouth.
Age: Early thirties. (*)
Gender: Male
Power: None.
Abilities: Regenerative factor, stamina, strength (above average), enhanced reflexes, pulling weapons out of 'nowhere'.
Skills: Martial arts knowledge, hand-to-hand combat, handling any kind of weapon (specially guns, explosives or martial weapons such as katanas, sai, kunai and ninja stars), agility and ninja finesse (sometimes), running his mouth and annoying everyone around (because, seriously, that ought to be some big skill of his).
Backstory: Born in a small city of British Columbia, Canada, Wade was the only son of an ex-militar veteran. His mother died of cancer when he was only a kid, leaving him only with a very strict father at home. Life was tough for him , but it only got worse when he grew up and turned seventeen. It was at a party he had not been allowed to attend that everything got messy; his father had gone there looking for him, beating him and yelling at him for his disobedience. All Wade's friends, including himself, where totally wasted by then, and they tried to defend him. What neither of them knew was that one of the guys had a gun. Wade would always blame himself for that horrid night, for losing his father and only family left.
Some time after said events, he enlisted himself in the army, using a fake ID to pretend he was already a legal adult. He spent a few years in there, until he was caught trafficking militar weapons with the enemy and other businesses and was kicked out of the army forever. That's when he became a mercenary, since he had now all that military training and he thought that'd be the easiest way to earn money using those acquired skills. He fell in love with a prostitute named Vanessa Carlyle, and had a lasting relationship while on the run. That is, until he felt sick one day, and was diagnosed with cancer later. He was a wreck after hearing such news.
He heard of the Weapon X project a few weeks later, and hoping to find some cure to his terrible illness, or at least having a better purpose in life than waiting for his imminent death, he signed in. This is where the good ol' DP story begins. Tortured, becoming nothing better than a rat lab, he was done and undone to that Butler's will, who was the head of the Weapon X labs. It was all too much to stand, and he really regretted that stupid decision of his, he only wanted to quit, but it was too late and they wouldn't let him. So he tried to run away, only causing a great commotion and an explotion somehow in the process. He lost part of his memory, but he had survived thanks to his newly implanted regenerative factor. He did escape, and started a new life out of Weapon X's control. He moved to the US (New York, of course) and became the Earth's legendary and annoying Merc With A Mouth.
The voices? He earned them as he gradually became better and better on what he did, as the number of un-alived people on his list increased. They accompanied him, at least, and that only added to his crazy and hilarious personality. He tried to make sure to only fight 'bad guys', but sometimes he'd just work for the money. That's until he was recruted by Nick Fury, and was lead the path of 'righteousness'.
(*) He has no actual record of much of his life before the army.
Universe of Origin: Earth-11 (DC universe and Nolanverse)
Species: Human (sort of).
Name: Jack Joseph Napier.
Alias: The Joker.
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Power: None.
Abilities: High IQ intelligence, mastermind, enhanced healing factor, stamina, high pain threshold, psychology (intimidation, manipulation and prediction).
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat (basic), mental combat, manufacturing and handling explosives, strategic planning, unpredictability.
Backstory: It is unknown how he became the earlier Clown Prince of Crime or what his real story was before that. What everyone would always remember was the day the Dark Knight convinved one of Gotham's greatest villains to turn good for once. How Batman did it, that'd be another mystery. His dark days of horrible crimes were left behind, the Clown was reformed and he was now on the side of the 'good guys', all for his Batsy's sake most assuredly. It was a matter of focusing all that chaos and lunacy on the right direction, apparently. Fighting the evil and kicking the guys' asses, that he could do; doing the good, that was another thing. He would help with anything he could, but wouldn't be a saint, that was for sure.
Species: Human (sort of).
Name: Jack Joseph Napier.
Alias: The Joker.
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Power: None.
Abilities: High IQ intelligence, mastermind, enhanced healing factor, stamina, high pain threshold, psychology (intimidation, manipulation and prediction).
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat (basic), mental combat, manufacturing and handling explosives, strategic planning, unpredictability.
Backstory: It is unknown how he became the earlier Clown Prince of Crime or what his real story was before that. What everyone would always remember was the day the Dark Knight convinved one of Gotham's greatest villains to turn good for once. How Batman did it, that'd be another mystery. His dark days of horrible crimes were left behind, the Clown was reformed and he was now on the side of the 'good guys', all for his Batsy's sake most assuredly. It was a matter of focusing all that chaos and lunacy on the right direction, apparently. Fighting the evil and kicking the guys' asses, that he could do; doing the good, that was another thing. He would help with anything he could, but wouldn't be a saint, that was for sure.
Universe of Origin: Marvel Universe (Earth 616, Earth-4)
Species: Mutated raccoon.(?)
Name: Rocket Raccoon.
Age: About 10 years old (natural birth + creation date).
Gender: Male
Powers: None.
Abilities: High IQ intelligence, strategist, agility, interlanguage communication, human-like strength.
Skills: Manufacture of weapons, devices and explosives of all kinds; handling any kind of weapon, activating or deactivating bombs, network hacking, technological knowledge, strategic planning.
Backstory: A small common raccoon, raised in a scientific laboratory, trained and genetically mutated to develop its intelligence and resemble the human, in order to be employed as a test pilot in ships that would explore more parts of the galaxy. That had been Rocket's early mission. However, something went wrong, like everything else in Terran organizations; the ship in which the mammal was traveling crashed, considering it lost just like the creature on board. What those scientifics didn't know was that the raccoon actually managed to survive the crash, and went wandering about for a while until it found refugee in some strange planet nearby. There, he developed his intelectual intelligence further, having now an own conscience and becoming rational; he could remember everything he lived, and swore to never go back to those ruthless humans ever again. So, to fend for himself in that enormous stranger world, he used his wit and instinct to survive, and manufactured weapons and traps to keep himself away from any other alien being who seemed like a threat.
Becoming a fierce mercenary was the easiest job to do for a living, so he signed in and gained some fame and respect out there, even when they used to laugh at his not-very-intimidating appearance. He proved them all wrong, and in a few years, he was already recognized and one of the most wanted bounty hunters of the galaxy. He even found himself a loyal and brainless-but-effective partner, Groot, who happened to be a decent body guard as well. Together, they made their way through the galaxy, until they met the soon-to-be Guardians of the Galaxy and joined the party, recruted by Nova Corps. So, their erratic bounty days turned into some heroic adventure through space.
Species: Mutated raccoon.(?)
Name: Rocket Raccoon.
Age: About 10 years old (natural birth + creation date).
Gender: Male
Powers: None.
Abilities: High IQ intelligence, strategist, agility, interlanguage communication, human-like strength.
Skills: Manufacture of weapons, devices and explosives of all kinds; handling any kind of weapon, activating or deactivating bombs, network hacking, technological knowledge, strategic planning.
Backstory: A small common raccoon, raised in a scientific laboratory, trained and genetically mutated to develop its intelligence and resemble the human, in order to be employed as a test pilot in ships that would explore more parts of the galaxy. That had been Rocket's early mission. However, something went wrong, like everything else in Terran organizations; the ship in which the mammal was traveling crashed, considering it lost just like the creature on board. What those scientifics didn't know was that the raccoon actually managed to survive the crash, and went wandering about for a while until it found refugee in some strange planet nearby. There, he developed his intelectual intelligence further, having now an own conscience and becoming rational; he could remember everything he lived, and swore to never go back to those ruthless humans ever again. So, to fend for himself in that enormous stranger world, he used his wit and instinct to survive, and manufactured weapons and traps to keep himself away from any other alien being who seemed like a threat.
Becoming a fierce mercenary was the easiest job to do for a living, so he signed in and gained some fame and respect out there, even when they used to laugh at his not-very-intimidating appearance. He proved them all wrong, and in a few years, he was already recognized and one of the most wanted bounty hunters of the galaxy. He even found himself a loyal and brainless-but-effective partner, Groot, who happened to be a decent body guard as well. Together, they made their way through the galaxy, until they met the soon-to-be Guardians of the Galaxy and joined the party, recruted by Nova Corps. So, their erratic bounty days turned into some heroic adventure through space.