Portrayed by Ryan Rodney Reynolds
Full Name Wade Winston Wilson
Age 38
Height 6'2"
Build Athletic
Eyes Hazel
Hair Blond
Factions None
Occupation Mercenary
Alignment Anti-Villain

Claim to Fame

For some reason, everybody seems to know that my real name is Wade Wilson. But that's okay, I wasn't really protecting it. My name is Deadppol. Check out my movie on February 12, 2016.


I'm known as the Regeneratin' Degenerate, the Crimson Comedian, and my favourite and yours, the Merc with a Mouth.


Wilson was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatsoever about that. Wade Wilson was as dead as a door-nail. But don't worry folks, my handy dandy heal- o-matic 2000 kicked in and brought me back to life. I woke up on a gurney in the Workshop. My life leading up to that point doesn't really matter. Okay, I was a typical youth, I came from a single parent home, but I can't remember whether I grew up with my mother, or my father. They're both dead now anyway.

When I was younger, I got in with a bad crowd, I robbed convenience stores, I stole cars, I dealt some drugs, and shot people, you know, just your average every day Canadian upbringing. That last part, about shooting people, was pretty cool. I liked to do it with style and panache, and pretty soon people started to take notice. They said things like, "hey, this kid's pretty good at shooting people, let's offer him some money to shoot people for us," and thus I became a mercenary because murder is fun, and getting paid for it is sweet!

I did the merc thing for a while, but then I got hired to clean out this shack full of mercenaries, and they so totally schooled me. I wasn't ready. They threw my body in the river, and I drifted down, as free as a log. I should have died then, but I didn't. That's not the thing I was talking about two paragraphs up. This one was different. I was pulled from the water by a this hippie, who was also called Wade Wilson, or was I the guy pulling him out, I forget. Anyway, someone got shot, and someone got pulled out of the water.

Did I mention that everything you've read might be a lie? No, well, okay then. Wade and his wife Mercedes took me in, instead of taking me to oh I don't know, a hospital. They nursed me back to health because they were hippies and they were teachers or something. So I killed Mercedes. But it was an accident. Wade, the other one, was none too pleased with my murdering of his wife, or my wife, again, there's some confusion about who's who, and I don't mean the Definitive Directory of the DC Universe. So I killed him too, or so I thought.

I had a thing for Mercedes, and would have really enjoyed showing it to her in that horizontal sweaty way, but I never got to. Instead, I put an axe in her. This messed me up. I'd always been a bit of a sociopath, I had gone to the meetings, and I swore that I could quit at any time. But this really threw me. So naturally I took Wade's name, one of us was named Wade T. Wilson, while I go by Wade Winston Wilson, or Jack… did I mention it gets confusing? Come on Marvel, sort it out already. I want to know who I am, or was, don't you?

From this point on I'm going to refer to myself as Wade, and if that other guy ever comes up, he'll be T-Ray, because Wade T. Wilson makes so much sense to be shortened to T-Ray, right? Whatever. After that ordeal, I decided to get out of Dodge, or wherever the hell I was, and moved to Washington, the city, not the state. I met this girl, she was unbelievably attractive, she put out on the first date, and for some reason, she liked me. That's three ol' big checks in my book. Her having sex with other guys for money and not giving a cut was a black mark, but we found a happy medium. She tried to stop me from killing for money and I tried to stop her from screwing people for money.

I liked her, and not just because she gave me happy endings for free. I really cared for her, so I dumped her. I figured she could do better than me. How bad is that? I had so little self-esteem that I thought a prostitute could do better than me. But I'm a killer. People around me tend to get hurt and I didn't want that to happen to Vanessa. Didn't I mention her name? Okay, there you have it. Her name was Vanessa and besides, she was too young for me.

When I got cancer, I left her for good. She cried, I bit my tongue, literally. I only got my taste buds back when I got a healing factor. I went home to Canada and signed up with some wacky Canadian super hero project. They promised to get rid of my cancer. I should have looked at the fine print. Oh, they got rid of the cancer. I'm still breathing, aren't I? But they did it by giving me a healing factor that now fights the cancer all day, every day.

Do you remember how I said that Wilson was dead? If you don't, then you really should see a doctor. I only said it like five minutes ago. Seriously, get yourself some help. So, I woke up on a gurney after having my heart ripped out of my chest. It was Weapon X's little way of testing to see if my healing factor worked. Nice guys, if I don't kill them the minute I lay eyes on them, we should do lunch, catch up, maybe go out for drinks, if I don't kill them.

I was what you call a reject, so they used me as their guinea pig, they would conduct experiments on me during the day, and let my healing factor knit me back together while they slept. I kept my sanity by talking to the guest in the next room, I mean cage, before he got lobotomised. In fact, I'm not even sure if he was real. It could have all been a product of my imagination.

I put the guy out of his misery, and brought some more onto me, because that's how I roll. I had to get out. But because I'm a nice guy, I freed the other human guinea pigs before I left. I took the name Deadpool, for the parimutuel betting that was going on among the staff on who would die first, second, third, and so on. You probably just learned a new word there. Isn't that fun?

After that, I returned to the safety and security of America because, Canada is just messed up. The drugs, the violence, the experimentation, this wasn't in the brochure. I needed to find a nice, little, quiet place where I could relax. So naturally, I got a scummy rat-infested apartment in New York City.

One day, I saw a robbery go wrong when I was looking out the window of my apartment. I didn't have a TV at the time and a man can only take so much Master-Rat Theatre. I decided then and there that I would become a criminal. I had a healing factor. I was pretty much invulnerable. I could take a licking and keep on ticking. That ought to be worth something to somebody, right?

I rose through the ranks pretty quickly, going from the rathouse to the penthouse in no time at all. I was even offered the chance to join the new Frightful Four. My first, last, and probably only outing with the FF was a total cluster fudge. Fudge? Sigh, if I'm going to swear, why not let me go for the good stuff? Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I was chased by Angry Ben and ended up getting shot by some kid with my own ray gun. That was embarrassing.

After that, I decided that I needed a cool costume because costumed villainy is where it's at. I found this red and black number in a bargain bin of this costume shop. It kind of looked like a bad Spider-Man knockoff, but I liked it, and I figured that the crime lords might too. And they did. I got a shot.

Unfortunately, there was one position available and two of us were going for it. I still don't understand that. I mean, there's got to be something on the Evil Overlord list about not making qualified underlings fight each other. So I had the chance to win, and kill the other guy, but I have a conscience. So instead of killing that guy, I had to go save some people. Good for me.

So much for that gig. Yours truly was back to being a gentleman of leisure. I don't really know what that means, but I once heard an unemployed British guy refer to himself like that. I eventually got a job for some guy named Tolliver. He was from the future or something. I didn't really care as long as the money was good, and it was. While working for him I got to meet and fight some interesting mutants. That was a blast. I think I like those folks. I like them a lot. I wonder if they'd let me become a mutant if I worked really hard?

Of course, that was never going to happen. Work is hard. That's one of the many reasons I decided to became a mercenary. You know, for all the problems I've had, life has turned out pretty well for me. I'm alive when I shouldn't be. I've got money and a job I enjoy. That's more than most people can say.

Character Details

A lot of people get me confused with an anti-hero, when I'm really more of an anti-villain. Deep down, I want to be good, but I find myself inexplicably drawn to evil. It pays better. You can see my dilemma. I have a conscience, but that doesn't make me a hero, even if Landau, Luckman, and Lake think it's my destiny to become a Guardian of Humanity. Every time I try and do good, it always seems to go wrong in spectacular ways. So I've kind of given up on that. As the Bad Guy Affirmation says, "I am bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be, than me."

After a lot of me time, I can say this much about myself. I am a complete and total sociopath. I kill people for money, and I don't see anything wrong with that. It's fun. You should try it… but, only in role-play. I like to choose my contracts. I'm happy to take dirty money, but only if it's the kind that washes clean, if you know what I mean. No skid marks for this mercenary. You know, I don't really like my line of work. I mean, I do, but, I know it's wrong. I'm supposed to think that, but I don't. And this kind of depresses me. It's a lot worse than I like to let one. There's something wrong with me.

But I make up for it with the funnies. Sure, I can be abrasive, annoying, or downright abusive, but it's all in good fun. Fun for me anyway. I'm always ready for a quick put-down or deadpan remark. Everyone knows that I'm joking. They think that I don't have a care in the world, but you know what, they're wrong. It's as much of a mask as the one covering my face. I use it to hide from the pain. I've got a dark side, and I hate when it shows it's ugly face. When it does show, I stop with the funnies, and most people find that pretty shocking. As long as I'm making with the wisecracks, you're all right. But when I shut up, that's when shit gets real. I'm not proud of that part of me, but sometimes I can't help it. I become a different person and he scares me.


Image Real Name Code Name Relation Notes
Siryn03.jpg Terry Cassidy Siryn Friend Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy, oh boy, getting out of breath here, and I thought the Latinos had long names. Terry holds a special place in my heart. She makes me want to be a better person. I'm trying, but I don't know if it'll ever be enough. Siryn can do so much better than me, and she should.


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Character Gallery


Safety Dance
March 30th, 2015: A gang war erupts in a run down neighborhood. The Punisher responds with violent force. Deadpool also happens to be there causing trouble. Tristan saves a woman and is accused of a terrible thing. Spider-Gwen and the Invisible Woman also help out, until one of them, seems to turn into some kind of freaky spider thing. It all ends with the arrival of the NYPD and SRD.
(log: 20150330-safety-dance | tags: contingency_c deadpool gwen invisible_woman retrograde the_punisher tristan | posted: 30 Mar 2015 08:45)

Pancake Victory Feast
March 03 2015: As is tradition, there must be a feast after a fight. Or a meal anyway. Fenris takes Kara and Deadpool to get some food. Babs teleconferences.
(log: 20150303-pancake-victory-feast | tags: deadpool fenris oracle supergirl | posted: 04 Mar 2015 11:44)

Death Tide
March 03 2015: Fenris calls for help in dealing with an incipient disaster. Heroes arrive, just where they're needed. And Deadpool
(log: 20150303-death-tide | tags: deadpool fenris gotham oracle robin supergirl | posted: 04 Mar 2015 11:38)

Clubbing with Shillelaghs
January 31, 2015: Deadpool abducts Terry so they can go dancing
(log: 20150131-clubbing-with-shillelaghs | tags: deadpool metropolis siryn | posted: 31 Jan 2015 08:35)

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
January 16, 2015: Santa Pool delivered wads of cash to the homeless and a date broke out.
(log: 20150116-where-in-the-world-is-carmen-sandiego | tags: deadpool domino nyc siryn | posted: 18 Jan 2015 08:01)

Hey, it's Deadpool!
January 15, 2015: Hal Jordan's going to need some aspirin after this.
(log: 20150115-hey-it-s-deadpool | tags: deadpool green_lantern jurassic_man-npc | posted: 15 Jan 2015 20:44)

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