Post by Deathstroke on Nov 29, 2008 11:22:53 GMT -5
The Character
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Canon or your own: Canon
Copyright (Marvel/DC/ect): DC
Characters civilian name: Slade Wilson
Code names/Aliases: Deathstroke
Class: Supervillian/Anti-Hero/Mercenary/Assassin
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Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Apparent Age: Unknown
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Height and weight: 6'6"/235lbs
Appearance: Black/steel blue/orange ninja suit
Picture [if available]: See avatar
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Super Powers:
ENHANCED REFLEXES - The speed at which he reacts allows him to dodge fast-moving projectiles such as arrows and bullets.
ENHANCED STRENGTH - His entire muscular system was hardened and strengthened, allowing Deathstroke to be as strong as 10 men.
ENHANCED SPEED - Ability to run at speeds of up to 30mph and long distances far out-performing any Olympic athlete.
ENHANCED STAMINA - Deathstroke can exert himself at peak capacity greater then any athlete.
ENHANCED SENSES - Deathstroke's senses have been augmented to higher levels of ability. He can hear, see, and smell things better then regular human.
REGENERATIVE HEALING - With an enhanced ability to repair damaged tissue, the rate at which Deathstroke's body recovers from injury and capable of being repaired before death. As such, Deathstroke's body can take a tremendous amount of punishment before succumbing to death. Simple gunshot and stab wounds, cuts, and broken bones can mend in minutes; mortal wounds that aren't immediately fatal can heal in hours. Deathstroke, however, can only repair limbs and organs, not regenerate them. If a limb or organ (such as an eye) is completely removed, it's gone for good.
Learned Abilities:
MASTERFUL TACTICIAN - Slade is most likely the greatest strategist and tactician on the planet always calculating his opponents moves before hand he even single handedly defeated the entire JLA roster except for green arrow. He has been compared to batman in terms of tactical methods. Even against metahumans he has proved more than a match for them all at once.
EXPERT COMBATANT - Expertly trained in hand-to-hand combat. While Slade was in the Army, he received Martial Arts training thorught Boxing, Ju-Jitsu and Karate. After mastering these Martial arts He furthered his studies when he seeked an assassin known as Natas to train him in the ways of the Ninja and Assassination techniques after this he became the man known as Deathstroke.
Equipment:
SUIT - Deathstroke's helmet and armor are lined with kevlar and later prometheum mesh, making it incredibly resistant to conventional injury.
WEAPONS - Various firearms, promethium sword, explosives.
Weaknesses (Must Have): Regeneration from would-be fatal injuries renders him animalistic for a short period.
Background:
Lying about his age to enlist in the Army, Slade Wilson distinguished himself early in combat to become the military's youngest decorated soldier. Trained in special services combat, Wilson volunteered for a military medical experiment designed to increase resistance to truth serums. The experiment appeared to have failed when it had the side effect of crippling its subject. After months of hospitalization Wilson's condition changed for the better and he gained enhanced abilities of both mind and body, but he was not allowed to go back to active duty due to his unstable condition.
Personality:
Nothing means more to Slade than his family. He is, first and foremost, a protector of his wife and children. Though he may not be a model father, since he's hardly ever been around them, he certaintly would never let any harm come upon them.
Deathstroke, on the other hand, is a merciless and formidable foe. He does have a personal code of honor when hired for work, but that doesn't make him a soft touch. He is not beyond brutal executions nor sadistic manipulation.
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Brief Sample Roleplay:
"Oh God! Oh God! Help me!"
The man cried as he sprinted through the empty streets, trying to hold back great racking sobs. He looked back over his shoulder, at the rooftops around him, his breath coming in terrified pants.
"Oh God, he's gonna kill me!"
He ducked down an alleyway, bumbling into a trashcan and flinging it out of his way as he tried desperately to stay up. His footsteps echoed through the alley, eerily taunting possibly the last minutes of his life. He slammed into a doorway, pinned himself against the fire escape and tried to quieten his breathing.
He didn't think to check the ladder overhead. He screamed as the dark shape bellowed down upon him, but his noise didn't last long. A glinting blade cut through the air, slicing a great cleave down his chest. His mouth was open, but no scream would come out.
The shape straightened before him to its full height, and his worst fears were realised. The dark and orange armor, the glinting katana now sheathed on the attackers back, and the handgun as it rose to his head.
"Deathstroke, ple-"
The gunshot cut the beggers words short, hitting him in the left eye and killing him instantly as it tunneled its way through his brain. In a second, Deathstroke was gone again into the night. No hesitation, no guilt, no remorse.
