Slade couldn’t share the same sentiment. While he did believe he was a good man, and once a damn good soldier, was he “proud” of every action he took? Every choice he’s made, up to now? Was he proud of himself? No. Proud wasn’t the word for it. Grant was racing to walk in his father’s footsteps and gotten himself killed, before Slade stepped in. Joey was innocent - and Slade’s arrogance cost him his voice. And Rose? He never fathered, because he didn’t want her to follow in his footsteps, like Grant did. Slade was always moving for jobs, worked alone. He feared he wouldn’t be a good father to Rose. So he let her be, yet she still became Ravager. No, he wasn’t proud of himself. He’d just decided to live with his demons. No act of forgiveness would bring back his family. Bring back his little boys in his arms, hold little Rose’s hand. He’d just have to accept that, and accept any bitterness they had for him. He deserved it.
But he’s not surprised Supergirl said it. She must be on CLOUD NINE, despite the position the Accords must’ve put her and her superfriends in. Having superhero against superhero, especially in the beginning. Must’ve been tough, for the Kryptonian. Too bad they had to take it out on Earth, which Slade did not like. But what did she know of pain? Of loss, or regret? For all he knew, her world was made of cupcakes and rainbows, and the occasional hero work. “Good for you, GIRL SCOUT. I don’t care. Unless...” He narrowed his eye and frowned deeply. “Is there a reason why you’re telling me this? Hm? You okay, GIRL SCOUT? Did somebody hurt your feelings?”
Slade knew that. He didn’t need a reason to save his brothers-in-arms during war and Wintergreen, his best friend. He didn’t need a reason to save Rose or Joey whenever they fell on their asses - even if he sometimes told them the opposite -. Grant too, if his boy was still alive. He didn’t need a reason to save the people he cared about, and he’d double-crossed one contract to save many others. But he didn’t want to save people, because not everyone’s worth saving. He didn’t want to go back and forth with this, with Carol. CAPTAIN SPARKLES over here, wouldn’t understand. Or maybe she would, it wouldn’t matter. Her heroic EGO would get in the way, always does with heroes.
“What is this, Danvers? An intervention?” He got straight to the point. He knew Carol headed the Second Chance Initiative, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He had many demons and plenty of mistakes to atone for, but he’d live with them, just as he lived with the aggression and the identity of Deathstroke. “I don’t wanna join your BOY BAND OF BADDIES. Not interested.”
Always words that preceded a fight. Fighting words, Slade impulsively reacted to when he was knuckle-head, young and invincible. Fighting words that he heard, when someone was looking for him, and their last words before the fight. Slade’s enhanced brain didn’t understand. Why? Why do they continue to recklessly use this phrase that initiates a fight? Especially in front of him, a sleeping beast that craves bloodshed. It tickled him, but what tickled him more was the who. The words themselves weren’t very confident, but the voice was lighter, softer. He picked up it was a female’s voice immediately, and within his own database of voices, he recognized who’s it was. Zatanna Zatara.
A wicked grin spread across his face. What a surprise. A magician offered her company to a mercenary. This must be some kind of joke, right? She was one for tricks, and he was one for mind games. Slade didn’t mind being entertained right now. He wasn’t stupid enough to fight her in public, surrounded by people. So he’d watch how’d this go. He hadn’t looked at her yet, instead gazing his attention on his surroundings. Coffee, sitting on the table before him, watching the people move and the park, just across the street. He shifted his head, and gave her his attention.
“Zatanna.” He breathed. “You’re not here to bring me in, are ya’?” He grinned. “Or did you need a FAVOR?” Heroes might feel a little ashamed negotiating a contract with Slade, but his services had no bias. Even if there were some of those he’d rather not do business with, Deathstroke was tied to the money. Mostly. Either way, he didn’t see the day she’d ask for him, personally, like this. “Or is this a free magic show? Cards, hat tricks, and all?” He asked, curious. “Sit down, Zatanna. I don’t bite. Much.”
Alignment: Neutral, actions can be conclusive to a Villain
Identity: Secret/Not Secret, depends on the individual
S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;
Education: ██ ████ ███████ ██████ ██ █████████
Family: ██████ ██████, mother, deceased
Charles Wilson, father, deceased (Killed by Slade)
Wade Defarge, half-brother, deceased
Adeline Kane, ex-wife, deceased
███████ ██████, mother of rose, alive
Grant Wilson, son, deceased
Rose Wilson, daughter, alive
Joseph Wilson, son, alive
Marital Status: Divorced
Employment (Former): ██████ ██ █████████, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Gun for Hire, US Army
Employment (Current): Bounty Hunter, Mercenary for Hire
Affiliation(s): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army, ███████ █████
Preferred Weapons: Promethium Broad Sword, various guns, knives, and grenades
Equipment: Varies. Sometimes, the Ikon Suit which absorbs kinetic energy. Or Armored Suit with chain metal armor underneath, belts and straps packed with ammunition, knives, grenades, and various other weaponry. Broad sword made of promethium, attached to back. Helmet or mask hides half of his face, because of blindness in right eye. (Picture attached) and (Picture attached)
Abilities:
-Expert Combatant in various forms of combat
(martial arts, unarmed combat, etc)
-Master marksman in various firearms
-Master in weaponry (particularly in swordsmanship and firearms)
-Tactical Analysis
-Acrobatics
-Stealth
Powers:
-Super Soldier Physiology
(enhanced senses particularly of hearing and smell, enhanced agility,
enhanced durability, enhanced reflexes, enhanced speed, enhanced
stamina, enhanced strength)
-Enhanced Intellect (subject uses 90% of his brain)
-Accelerated healing
P A S T
Slade Wilson was born on ████████ in ████████ ████████ to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. His mother was “weak”, he said, and his father abandoned him as a child. Charles Wilson, a former CIA agent, was believed to be on a mission when he’d gone missing, but no record of the mission was ever recorded, nor found. Charles was later found, defected to the ██████ ██ █████████. He had become something called Odysseus. Slade later found him and killed him. He still believes Charles left because he chose to, and Slade doesn’t seem to remember his half-brother.
Slade has shown in his intellect and personality, that he is an individual capable of survival. His father’s abandonment and unstable home may be why, but it’s not conclusive. Slade may have always been independent. However it may be, Slade Wilson was determined to enlist in the U.S. Army. Later, it was found Slade had lied about his age on his papers, and ran away from home. Instead of being discharged, he was told to stay. His talents and skills in guerrilla warfare were far superior than any other soldier they’d ever seen. He was tested over and over and promoted over and over by his superiors.
His ex-wife, Adeline Kane, was an Army Squadron Leader and instructor, who eventually trained Slade and took him under her wing. He impressed her, demonstrating his combat and skills, while high marks by Kane were left in this profile. In surveillance, you can see his fighting style sometimes resembles Kane’s style. What we did not anticipate was how dangerous their relationship would be. Slade would be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, and sometime later Slade married Kane. They would divorce, we don’t know why.
His first son, Grant Wilson, would become the first recorded Ravager. We’re not sure what happened, other than Slade finished his contract, after Grant was killed. The death of his son clearly affected him, to the point that he won’t talk about it. His second son, Joseph Wilson, also appears to be a heavy subject, but he is be more willing to talk about Joseph. “Joey” he said, in a psychological evaluation. Joseph Wilson is mute. Maybe Slade had something to do with Joseph’s disability….we don’t know. But Slade has shown signs of guilt, for both his sons. Grant and Joseph Wilson are children from his first marriage to Adeline Kane.
His daughter, Rose Wilson, was born out of wedlock. Her mother, ███████ █████, Slade appeared to have relations with, while on assignment. He won’t say he abandoned Rose, most likely due to the comparison to his father. Because she was raised without her father, it may appear that way. Rose would go on to take up the mantle as Ravager. We don’t know how many there are. From surveillance, she is the one he communicates with, the most, of his family. They don’t always get along, or not at all, understandably. Slade appears to have a disconnect with his children. Just as he is disconnected with everyone else.
Slade was a good soldier. Excellent soldier. The perfect soldier. His superiors asked him to volunteer for a secret medical experiment that was said to be a defense against the enemy’s Truth Serum. He agreed. It was really our attempt to make metahuman super-soldiers. He was lied to - but he was the perfect candidate. Something else we hadn’t anticipated: a violent response to the serum. It broke his mind and body, then built him back up. Stronger than before. But that would happen later. The immediate results were Slade’s more aggressive, violent, and enraged behavior. This aggression would remain with him, long after the experiment ended. Slade would go on to continue this as Deathstroke…
We deemed the experiment a failure, and Slade was limited to a desk job. We continued to monitor him, but what was the point? We thought. Our experiment had failed, until it hadn’t. Enhanced, to a human’s peak, we did it. We did it. Accelerated healing healed what else was left, and our perfect soldier was made even better. Slade’s enhanced mind allowed him to use 90% of his brain, and has shown, together in combat and completing his “contracts”. We made a weapon…that even we couldn’t handle. His mind remained broken. Even though we made him smarter, stronger, his mental stability, emotions, crumbled. We wouldn’t call it crazy, we’d call it violent. All Slade has now is aggression, a violent streak, and blood lust. He still has some sort of sense of humor, but we would highly advise citizens to avoid all contact with this man. He is unstable. We’re not sure if humor or violence will unleash out of him, next.
We’re not sure what happened. We were told Slade was discharged, disobeying orders, trying to save another soldier. Wintergreen, his friend. Slade disappeared, becoming what we only know now as Deathstroke.
P R E S E N T
We now have somewhat of a picture of what Slade has been up to. He’s made several enemies of heroes and villains, in Gotham alone. Enemies of the Justice League, ██████ ██ █████████, and the Titans alike, though he seems to have a personal history with the latter. He is a formidable foe against the Batman, and vice versa. The mobs are afraid of him, but almost incessantly ask for his business. The citizens are oblivious, only knowing him simply as Slade Wilson. Slade has built a system of “contracts” as Deathstroke, research has shown, offering his “services” for monetary value. He is a very weathly man. His rates must be high.
CLASSIFIED: Although this information is classified and has been redacted throughout this file, for classified reasons, if you can read this, then you have been granted access to this information. If you need to know everything about Slade Wilson, then you have to know about one of the most dangerous groups in the world, the League of Assassins. Created and headed by Ra’s Al Ghul, the League of Assassins are an army of assassins, mercenaries, some of the world’s greatest martial artists, who’s sole purpose is to eliminate evil in the world. They are not superheroes. They’ve had questionable tactics as to how they’ve tried to achieve their goals, and questionable team members too. We’re not sure if Ra’s still heads the organization, we’re not sure if they even still exists. But Slade was once a member. We don’t know why he would join the group, whether power or boredom, it’s important to note because our weapon made it through, he survived the League. This information also makes him a much more violent asset, be careful if your group tries to bring him in.
CLASSIFIED: Slade rejoined the League of Assassins once more, but information told us it was forced. An ultimatum of some sort, we don’t know. Only Slade knows. After one year, he left. He’s an independent mercenary again.
After the Superhuman Registration Act, Slade hadn’t changed his routine. The Superhero Civil War was destructive, we lost contact with Wilson. The mutants fought back, headed by Magneto, still no contact with Wilson. He’s smart, he had to have avoided confrontation with either groups, mutant and hero alike. There was no way he could’ve - I digress. When a second accord ratification occurred and Genosha was born, we found Slade. Back to his ordinary life, if that’s what you would call it. The Accords have not only affected the heroes, it’s affected Slade, to some degree. He’s added an old occupation to himself, Bounty Hunter. This explains why we haven’t seen him don the mask of Deathstroke in some time. Government and hero oversight must make him cautious, maybe. It certainly slows down business, I’m sure, in Slade’s eyes. Our weapon has to survive. If he can’t? That’s when we step in.
N O T E S (OOC)
Hello! I’m Mipsy (she/her)! A gamer girl, Marvel and DC fan, Netflix binge fanatic, anime fan, movie fan especially horror movies, and lover of all things creative (music, art, writing, and rping)!
Slade is a mix of various comics and my own headcanons. I pull from a little bit of everything, even a little bit from Teen Titans (2003) from Cartoon Network. So don’t ask me which comics I use, heh. There’s a lot of comics, am I right? I took some liberties with Slade. Call them headcanons. Headcanons I’ve established from playing Slade for so long!
Mun ≠ Muse. Slade can be vulgar and rude, but that’s an understatement. He can be sociable, he can carry a conversation with others, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he likes you. Slade very much believes himself to be a good man, and sees Deathstroke as a job. Many of his enemies see him as a monster, a villain, but that’s because many don’t separate Deathstroke from Slade. Which is completely understandable! Slade’s done some pretty bad things, as Deathstroke and not. His character is a complicated one, not a cookie cutter straight character. His true alignment is neutral, but he can play the “hero” or the “villain” at anytime. Depends on who hired him for the job, which makes him an exciting character to rp! He has his own strict moral code that he follows, so he can’t be bothered with squeaky clean heroes or small time villains. But Slade can be reasoned with. He can carry a conversation when he wants to. Anyway, all that to say, Slade rarely likes anyone so please don’t hold that against the mun!
Slade is a simple man. The type of man who enjoys moments of peace in his life. He’s wealthy, but doesn’t flaunt his wealth like other billionaires. When he isn’t working, Slade really isn’t that bad at all. Just an old man who wants to drink his coffee and read his newspaper, thank you. He’s also quite humorous and a bit of a ladies man! Call it charming or not, he’s attractive enough, despite his age, for women to lay in his bed constantly.
He’s got a lot going on in his head. Guilt and being unstable are his biggest problems. As you’ve read, the super soldier serum really screwed him up. His body and mind were broken, and in effect a new kind of aggression was born within him. Makes him a bit of a monster, but it’s a monster Slade has decided to live with.
As you can already tell, I write alot! One reason I decided to join is I saw a few of you who write lots and I thought ‘I won’t be judged! Yay!’. But don’t fret! I can write paras and multi-paras, I’m just no good at one liners. No need to match length with me! Just...don’t be surprised if I write a lot back.
If you’d like to plot, DM me on discord! I’m so excited to be here! Can’t wait to rp with everyone!
⊕ »»—— QUOTE ( iisms )
⊕ »»—— CLEVER AS THE DEVIL AND TWICE AS PRETTY. ( interaction )
⊕ »»—— THEY WANNA SEE ME DEAD BUT I’M LOOKING LIKE A GOD. ( face )
⊕ »»—— AN EYE FOR AN EYE I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF YOU GO BLIND. ( musings )
⊕ »»—— RATHER BE SPITTING BLOOD. ( queue )
⊕ »»—— TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT. ( answered )
⊕ »»—— HAD A SLUMBER PARTY WIT’ ALL MY FOES. ( music )
⊕ »»—— MEANER THAN MY DEMONS. ( intro )
⊕ »»—— BUSINESS IN THE FRONT KNIFE IN THE BACK. ( rose )
⊕ »»—— I DESTROY EVERYTHING I TOUCH. ( joseph )
⊕ »»—— ARE YOU FLIRTING OR STARTING A FIGHT? ( diana )
A long excruciating day at work led Peggy to the bar afterwards, she figured maybe a drink would ease her enough to end the night on good terms. Usually after work, back when Peggy was with the SSR she’d get drinks with her colleagues. Back then she’d get a few glances, but nothing more than that in the company of the other agents. While a lot has changed over time, some men have not. For the last fifteen minutes, Peggy sat on the barstool nursing her bourbon while doing her very best to not knock out the drunken men to her left as they attempted to catch her attention with lewd comments. Feeling someone behind her, the woman looked up with her bourbon in hand. “At least the bourbon is still the same.” She comments absentmindedly, “Maybe a little different, but not too much.” She’d take any distraction at this point even if that meant striking up conversation about bourbon.
slade was used to enjoying a night cap, at the end of the night. on the job, sometimes it would be the easiest thing to numb the pain: the bruises and bloody scars that were left, until his regenerative healing factor kicked in. but his healing factor isn’t what it used to be. and neither was his life. in his old life, he was a mercenary, to put it simply. he’d played many roles, from a soldier to a mercenary, an assassin to a bounty hunter, slade was a killer. as deathstroke, it was a job he’d known how to do best. he lived comfortably, his services were paid in millions. he’d made a lot of enemies, fewer friends. but it was the life he chose to live. in his new life, he was just an old soldier teaching his skills to those who’d wanna learn and running guns, as a combat instructor and weapon handler. all legally, selling guns mostly to the cops. this job was nothing like his job before this, and slade HATED it. he’d picked up drinking more often than not. good thing he was a super soldier: he couldn’t get drunk. he approached the bar, his eyepatch covered his blind eye, halfway paying attention to the pretty lady in front of him or the drunken men beside her. when she looked up at him with her comment about the bourbon, slade paused, with his glass of whiskey too.❝ yeah, you could say THAT again...❞ slade eyed the drunken men lazily, placing his glass down between the lady and her drunken suitors, before facing her again. ❝ miss, are these men bothering you?❞
A MERCENARY SAT IN A DINER. in manhattan - outside, the noise of the summer event was heard, down the block, right behind the glass. but inside was different. it was quaint, quiet, with the occasional conversation here and there. the waitress would come by with his usual, a cup of coffee, and make light conversation with the old man. he’d respond, carry conversation, be polite, but it’s always casual conversation. he wasn’t deep, he liked it that way, and she respected that.
it was rare slade connected like this. to people. but she was an exception. see, slade had rare moments of peace. when his mind was broken and his body was a MACHINE, he appreciated small moments of peace like this. a cup of coffee sitting on the table, with a newspaper in hand. he’d read about the summer event they were holding just down the block. heard about it on the tv, listened to it outside his condo. he’d come here just to escape it. he wasn’t working - no contracts to work. slade had already checked in with wintergreen, he would’ve told him if he had a job for him. didn’t stop him from checking his texts anyway.
the papers blocked his view, so he didn’t see when someone slipped into the booth, seated across from him. but he heard it. his hearing was keen. “i’m off the CLOCK,” he joked sarcastically, without batting an eye. “if it’s a JOB, lemme finish my coffee. if not, don’t let the door hit you on your way OUT.”
she would’ve rather been in the air, cassie mused after some person in the crowd shoved past her, forcing her to pretend to be pushed back – mostly so that they shouldn’t break their shoulder. pushing into her would have been something akin to hitting a brick wall. moving forward, she let her gaze drift upward – it was always easier up there, but the crowd was big and she was already trying to not draw attention to herself. unlike most of her friends, her identity wasn’t a secret.
“how many times can someone get ice cream before it’s just too much?” she posed the question as she took a glance to someone approaching. “because this is like the fifth time i just happened to wander to an ice cream stand. i don’t think i’m capable of resisting.”
SLADE DIDN’T WANT TO BE HERE. the music was too loud, the people were too close, and if one more person stared at his BLIND eye, he swore he was gonna kill em’, at the summer fair. he arrived late - didn’t plan on coming down, for good reason. this wasn’t his place. happiness and celebration had long gone in his life, all he had left were the things he’d done, and he lived with that. heroes were here, all sorts, but more importantly the AVENGERS were on duty. slade noticed, the last thing he wanted to do right now was be on any heroes’ radar. and the politicians? slade didn’t care for politics. they’re all dirty, he’d seen it firsthand working a job. he just didn’t want any of the media.
what he didn’t anticipate was CASSIE - an amazon. no, worse, a TITAN. was she still a titan? slade didn’t know, he couldn’t keep up. kid heroes change their alliances all the time, but he couldn’t forget the titans. the one contract he never finished. but cassie reminded him of another amazon, whom he’d appreciated more. not this one. “don’t ask me about CHILDISH things.” he replied, with a stern expression. hands dug into his pockets, standing tall, as he spoke to her. he felt the urge to roll his eyes as she continued, but didn’t. “kid, i’m not your BABYSITTER. if you want ice cream, then get it.”
* note: this is a character biography i did for slade, ages ago. i edited this to match the rpg’s setting, and wrote this in a way different from your typical biography. imagine, it’s written in the perspective of a scientist / doctor, a member from the team responsible for his super soldier abilities. some information is purposefully blacked out ( don’t worry it’s not your computers ! ). idk, i’d thought i’d do something creative with his story and my portrayal of it. hopefully it all makes sense, but if you have any questions, i’ll be glad to answer them! discord or dms!
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S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;
Full Name: Slade Joseph Wilson
Alias: Deathstroke
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Birthdate: ████████
Birth Place: ████████
Current Residence: New York City
S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;
Hair: White
Eyes: Dark Brown
Disabilities: Blindness in one eye, Right
Build: Muscular, Super Soldier Physique
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: American
Alignment: Neutral, Villain
Identity: Secret/Not Secret, depends on the individual
S L A D E J O S E P H W I L S O N ;
Education: ██ ████ ███████ ██████ ██ █████████
Family: Unnamed mother, deceased
Charles Wilson, father, deceased (Killed by Slade)
Wade Defarge, half-brother, deceased
Adeline Kane, ex-wife, deceased
███████ ██████, mother of rose, alive
Grant Wilson, son, deceased
Rose Wilson, daughter, alive
Joseph Wilson, son, alive
Marital Status: Divorced
Employment (Former): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army
Employment (Current): Assassin, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Gun for Hire by contract
Affiliation(s): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army, ███████ █████
Preferred Weapons: Promethium Broad Sword, various guns, knives, and grenades
Equipment: Varies. Sometimes the Ikon Suit which absorbs kinetic energy. Or armored with chain metal armor underneath, belts and straps packed with ammunition, knives, grenades, and various other weaponry. Broad sword made of promethium, attached to back. Helmet hides half of his face, because of blindness in right eye. (Picture attached)
Abilities: Expert Combatant in various forms of combat (martial arts, unarmed combat, etc). Master marksman in various firearms, and master in weaponry, especially swordsmanship and firearms. Tactical Analysis (subject uses 90% of his brain), acrobatics, and stealth.
Powers: Super Soldier Physiology (enhanced senses especially of hearing and smell, enhanced agility, enhanced durability, enhanced reflexes, enhanced speed, enhanced stamina, enhanced strength), enhanced intellect, and accelerated healing.
P A S T
Slade Wilson was born on █████████ █████████ ████████ in █████████ ████████ to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. His mother was ❝weak❞, he said, and his father abandoned him as a child. His father, Charles Wilson, a former CIA agent, was believed to be on a mission, but no record of the mission was ever recorded, nor found. Charles was later found to have defected to the ██████ ██ █████████. Charles had become something called Odysseus. Slade found him and killed him, years later. Slade still believes his father left because he chose to, and Slade doesn’t seem to remember his brother.
Slade has shown in his mentality and personality, that he is an individual capable of looking out for themselves. His father’s abandonment and unstable home, may be why, but it’s not conclusive. Slade may have always been selfish yet independent. However it may be, Slade Wilson was determined to enlist in the U.S. Army. Later, it is found Slade had lied about his age on his papers, and ran away from home. Instead of him being discharged, he was told to stay. His talents and skills in guerrilla warfare were far superior than any other soldier. He was tested over and over and over and promoted over and over by his superiors.
His ex-wife, Adeline Kane Wilson, was an Army Squadron Leader and instructor, who eventually trained Slade and took him under her wing. He impressed her, demonstrating his combat and skills, while high marks by Kane were left in this profile. In surveillance, you can see his fighting style sometimes resembles Kane’s style. His fighting style is either influenced or taken directly from Kane. What we did not anticipate was how dangerous their relationship would be. Slade would be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, and sometime later Slade and Kane █████ ████ ██ ████ and marry. They would divorce, we don’t know why.
His first son, Grant Wilson, would become the first recorded Ravager. We’re not sure what happened, other than Slade finished his contract, and Grant was killed. The death of his son clearly affects him, to the point that he won’t talk about it. His second son, Joseph Wilson, also appears to be a heavy subject, but he appears to be more willing to talk about Joseph. ❝Joey❞ he said, in a psychological evaluation. Joseph Wilson is mute. Maybe Slade had something to do with Joseph’s disability….we don’t know. But Slade has shown signs of guilt, for both his sons. Grant and Joseph Wilson are children from his first marriage to Adeline Kane.
Slade’s daugther, Rose Wilson, was born out of wedlock. Her mother, ███████ █████, Slade appeared to have an affair with, while on assignment. He won’t say he abandoned Rose, most likely because of the comparison to his father, but he did abandon her. Because she was raised without her father. Rose would go on to take up the mantle as Ravager. We don’t know how many there are. From surveillance, she is the only one of his kids he communicates with, the most. They don’t always get along, or not at all, understandably. Slade appears to have a disconnect with his children. Just as he is disconnected with everyone else.
Slade was a good soldier. Excellent soldier. The perfect soldier. The Army asked him to volunteer for a secret medical experiment that was said to be a defense against the enemy’s Truth Serum. He agreed. It was really our attempt to make metahuman super-soldiers. He was lied to - but he was the perfect candidate. Something else we hadn’t anticipated: a violent response to the serum. It broke his mind and body, then built him back up. Stronger than before. But that would happen later. The immediate results were Slade’s more aggressive, violent, and enraged behavior. This aggression would remain with him, long after the experiment ended. Slade would go on to continue this as Deathstroke…
We deemed the experiment a failure, and Slade was limited to a desk job. We continued to monitor him, but what was the point? We thought. Our experiment had failed, until he started to show signs that it hadn’t. Enhanced, to a human’s peak, we did it. We did it. Accelerated healing helped to heal what else was left, and out perfect soldier was made even better. Slade’s enhanced mind allowed him to use 90% of his brain, and he has shown it’s use when he fights several enemies at once and uses tactical planning for his contract kills. We made a weapon…that even we could not handle. His mind remained broken. Even though we made him smarter, his mental stability, emotionally, crumbled. We wouldn’t call it crazy, but we’d call it violent. All Slade has now is aggression, a violent streak, and blood lust. He still has some sort of sense of humor, but we would highly advise to stay away from this man. He is unstable. We’re not sure if humor or violence will unleash out of him, at anytime.
We’re not sure what happened after that. We were told Slade was discharged, disobeying orders, trying to save another soldier. Wintergreen, his friend. Slade disappeared after, becoming what we only know now as Deathstroke.
P R E S E N T
We now have somewhat of a picture of what Slade has been up to. He’s made several enemies of heroes and villains, in Gotham alone, and has spent time with the League of Assassins. Physically, he’s gotten better. Mentally, he’s gotten worse.
We don’t know what happened to Slade Wilson. He was on assignment, and then, he was gone. Men don’t just disappear, especially not a man like Slade. He wouldn’t disappear unless he planned it. We’re looking into it. We have to find our weapon.
The GCPD was overwhelmed. His officers spent most of their time protecting the civilians in their area and going on missions into retrieve more innocent people and supplies for their so-called sanctuary. A large building that used to be an apartment building right across the street from the Headquarters. Criminals practically overfilled their holding cell. In order to get more room, they’d have to get the prison back or Arkham. Both currently in control of lowlives and criminals. Jim sat in his office trying to go over strategies on how they could retake the city. He sipped on his drink, trying to ignore the constant yelling just outside his office doors. Criminals screaming to be let out of the holding cell or just plain mocking them for still trying to do their jobs. The only thing Jim seemed to have to keep himself from losing it was the secret stash of liquor he kept in the office.
When he heard someone walk in, he glanced up at them. “Can I get you anything?”
There had to be some JOKE about a mercenary walking into a police station. Slade’s only motivation to do his job was for the money. Greed had driven him to do unthinkable things to people. What he did as Deathstroke wasn’t exactly legal, but they all ended in MURDER. Walking through the police station, heading back to see Commissioner Gordon, he passed the criminals flooding their holding cell and he gave them a disgusted look. For all of the acts of violence and crimes Deathstroke had committed, he should be in there too. Slade knew better than that, but not as Deathstroke. Sharing a cell with gotham’s lowlive’s disgusted Slade, but they’d never put him in a cell and Slade knew that. He was too strong for them to lock up, too smart, a better ally than an enemy. Though he didn’t care what happened to Gotham, he’d play the side of the “good guys”, for the moment. If he was going to step into Jim’s house, metaphorically speaking, he might as well come hands raised than guns blazing.
He stepped into his office, pulled up the nearest four legged chair and turned it around, before sitting down.❝You look like SHIT,❞ he smiled, at the Commissioner.❝Remember me? Or did you forget in your old age?❞ Gordon looked so stressed, and he was old, Slade wouldn’t be surprised if he’d forgotten. He glanced away and shifted his weight, impatient for an answer, and continued:❝Nevermind. I’ll have a glass of whatever you’re having.❞
First Meeting / Icebreakers Sentence Starters (No Longer Accepting!)
Slade threw a cautious eye to the man, with a steely expression across his face.❝THANKS. But I think I’ve GOT this…❞ He replied, underneath the weight lifting bar. He must’ve had one hundred pounds on each side of the bar, Slade couldn’t remember at this point how much he bench pressed, the weights came on and off, and they were all over the floor. The BLONDE man asking him to “spot” him, sounded like an insult. He was a super soldier, enhanced to a human’s peak condition. He could lift these weights with one hand, and lift another hundred pounds with the other, the guy didn’t know what he was talking about. Slade knew he didn’t need to go to the gym, between his experience in the military and his time as an assassin, added with the enhancements, Slade really didn’t need to exercise regularly or lift weights. But, simple routines like this made him feel normal. Helped him blend in to his environment, when he was everything but normal. Another way to keep the MADNESS at bay. He really didn’t want anyone spotting him, but since he asked nicely...❝Alright, BOY SCOUT, maybe I’ll let you spot me. But if you drop this, I’ll kill ya.❞ @ofvibraniumshields
Natasha eyed him another moment, lips pursing as more silence lapsed between them. She had completed a lot of jobs for a lot of different people—which, inevitably, lead her to encounter even more people, even when everything she did was supposed to be entirely on the down low. The more she thought about it, the less it made sense, but she wasn’t in the mood to internally debate the complications of espionage, assassination, and moral responsibility. But, she was sure their paths had crossed before. She chewed the inside of her cheek, rather deep in thought, before it slowly came to her. She remembered a hit job on the outskirts of a war zone one that would have paid a lot, had she actually completed it and the frustration of being a step behind someone else with the same goals. It didn’t happen to her often, and she was scarcely sloppy with her work, but it was sometimes unavoidable. A short, humorless laugh fell from her lips at his question, and she tilted her head slightly. “It might not be wise of me to answer that.” She folded her arms. “Ever been to Serbia?”
Her humorless laugh he could relate to, but wasn’t the reason why he suddenly turned his attention to her. It was how she worded her answer. He blinked and lifted his head to face her. The CRIMSON woman sat with folded arms, defensive, closed off — there was something she wasn’t telling him. A humorless laugh, said it wasn’t anything good, and she had more questions. Who was she? She was a beautiful woman, but beautiful women don’t just ask about Serbia, every day. Maybe she was just another hopeless woman, taken in by the soldier’s good looks and mystery, that he’d slept with but forgotten the name of, again. Maybe from his time spent in Serbia, but there was something different about her. He just couldn’t get a grasp of it. Of all places, why Serbia? One thing he knew for sure — she was clearly bothered by his question. Slade was bothered by her question. He watched her for a long moment, before he spoke again.❝Yes...years ago, but I didn’t get to enjoy the view as much as I would’ve liked,❞ he started, shifting his gaze,❝I had a job to do. You from Serbia?❞
