Name: Ya need to ask? I'm Deadpool men and ladies, who the hell do you think I am?!
"Spider-Man?""Pfft, don't even compare us to that poseur."Universe: The Universe of Awesome!...And Marvel Comics, I guess.
"Kinda go hand in hand don't they?"Yeah, I gu-hey, what's going on? Haven't we been here already?
"I think we're being edited. Something about specifying which Marvel Universe we're from?Ugh, this feels so fricken weird. Just put me down from the Deadpool comic universe and call it a day...
Appearance:
Try not to have your head asplode from pure badassery, Kay?Personality: You even need to ask? People, I am Deadpool-the coolest dude to walk these streets since Dwayne Johnson! Y'know, before he made Tooth Fairy.
"A-hem""Are we forgetting someone?"Oh yeah, right. Uh, big bold and deep voiced is super serious and usually not very fun, but he has his moments. Squeaky and lean-y is like your typical kid trying to be cool-leaching on to the coolest kid in the yard and trying to be beasties with him. He is pretty fricken awesome though.
"Damn right!""Let's move on, shall we?Fiiiiiiiine...
Powers/Skills: Ohohohohoho boy, where do I start?! I'm awesome with any kind of gun or sword you put in my hand, I can regenerate if I take any lethal damage, I am literally dating death so even if anything manages to kill me I'll only be gone long enough for snuggles with my babe, I am a master of comedy...Oh yeah, and I got two voices in my head that give play by play better than Gorilla Monsoon and Bobby Heenan on their best day.
"That's us, by the way.""If you haven't figured that out yet, congrats, you're an idiot!"Brief Bio: My journey of awesome started many moons ago, when a bunch of scientist dudes injected me, an already pretty badass mercenary for hire by the name of Wade Wilson (don't get spreading that around though. Or do, what do I care?), with a bunch of green looking chemical stuffs. They made me the ultimate killing machine, making me able to slice or gun down anything with a pulse, and some things that don't. It also may have driven me completely Gary Busey levels of crazy, but I think that's just a myth.
"Boss, you haven't said chimichangas yet."Oh yeah, thanks little voice in my head number one. Chimichangas~!
Equipment: Uh, every weapon under the goddamn sun? How about them apples?!
"Erm...""Sigh, go on, tell him."Tell me what?
"I may have sorta kinda traded most of our weapons for a comic book from Wolverine?"...WHAT.
"It was Action Comics number two, the ultra rare one!""You're an idiot."Wha...How did y...Do I have ANYTHING left?
"Uh, your two sais, an Uzi, a desert eagle, a couple of grenades and...Yeah, that's pretty much it.Ugh, looks like I'm gonna have to go kill some dudes and take their shit. Again.
Other: Oh man, I could go on forever and ever! I haven't even told you about Shorty McShortshort and Cable yet, not to mention-hey, what's that big ass hole?
"I'm not sure, but I think it's sucking us in. Think we should run?""Nah, I think it advances the plot.Well put. Adventure, hooooooooo~!