Deathstroke

Character Bio

Personal Information

• Legal Name: Slade Wilson
• Alias: Deathstroke
• Age: 38
• Sexuality: Heterosexual
• Part of Gotham Residing In: Mid-town, Tulip Street, right across from the police station.

Physical Description

Standing six two with linebacker shoulders and an intense blue gaze Slade is plenty imposing before he even puts on his armor. He is in his late thirties, his hair almost finished with its march towards gray, and crow’s feet inching into the edges of his eyes. But rather than turning him into a kindly grandfather age has only sharpened the cold look in his eyes, or rather, his eye. Slade is missing his left eye, a fact which he covered up with an eye patch when out and about on the town. He dresses in simple suits that are nice enough to give him the illusions of semi-affluence without the baggage it brings. To most, he would seem just a well-dressed older gentleman, at least until he puts on his armor. When out as Deathstroke Slade wears fully concealing armor made up of interlocking ceramic plates and Kevlar pads, the entire getup colored a tactical black with burnt orange accents. His helmet, his most iconic piece, is divided down the middle between orange and black, the left black side of his mask lacking an eye hole as he lacks an eye. Strapped on his sides are a pair of pistols with an SMG on his belt and a broadsword on his back.

Persona

To call Slade a sociopath would be to do a great disservice to his cunning. Slade is a perpetually prudent man, taking minimal actions to yield the greatest effect, thereby conserving valuable time and energy. Every step he makes and breath he takes from waking to sleep is done with a careful deliberation and strategy. To some he may seem overly cold, or even mechanical. However, the truth is that Slade is merely planning for violence at any given moment. He is a man with a long history and a lot of bodies in his proverbial skeleton closet, and he is all too aware that at any moment the piper could come calling his name. Hell, it’s the thrill of this risk which gets him out of bed in the morning. A bit of a narcissist Slade often remarks that there are no good challengers left to his skill, a claim which has yet to be proven wrong. This could be due to his meticulous, tactical mind. Or it could be because of the blunt viciousness he hides just beneath his skin, a turning eruption always brewing in preparation for blood.

Key Skills

• Master Swordsman
• Expert Marksman
• Expert Tactician
• Cunning Intellect
• Excellent Martial Artist
• Extensive Black Ops Training

Advantages

• Extensive Training/Experience: Slade has been in the killing game for a long time and it shows. Trained in over a dozen fighting styles and a master of death he is a nightmare in combat, marrying genius tactical prowess with vicious savagery.
• Powerful Backers: In his work as a soldier for hire and then as an Assassin Slade has made some friends in high places. Friends who can pull strings when he needs them to.

Disadvantages

• Pride: Slade has not been properly challenged in a decade, a fact which has only fed his sense of personal power. Suffering a defeat would likely drive him a little bit mad.
• One Eye: His missing left eye can prove to be a serious hindrance to a cunning foe as his field of vision is effectively cut in half. Normally he makes up for this with extra effort and skill, but if one were good enough to notice and to figure out how to use it to their advantage it could be a very bad day for Slade.

Background

For Slade Wilson, peace was never an option. He was raised in a military family, his father one of six brothers who had all enlisted at an early age, three of which whom had died in glorious combat. From his earliest years Slade was filled with stories of valor on the battlefield, of bloody victories and lost brothers. To most, like his brother Wilson, these stories inspired hope and a patriotic swelling of the heart. To Slade, however, they awakened a far different hunger. The blood, the violence, it washed over his young mind in a crimson tide. He dreamed of killing, or turning himself into a human weapon. At age seven he began, receiving boxing lessons from his father, and never stopped perfecting his craft to this day.

Eventually, Slade found his father could teach him no more. He had reached his limit in his hometown at the age of 16, and so he snuck off from home, caught a bus to a neighboring city, and tried to find a way into the Marines. It wasn’t easy, and he had to break some faces in, but eventually he managed to get a false identity that was good enough to fool the bored Marine recruitment officer. The next twelve years would prove to be the best of his life. He rose through the ranks quickly, proving himself a tactical genius and earning himself a place on the fast track to an officer seat. What’s more, he was selected for the Wintergreen Project. An elite unit of commandos, meant to be sent into active war zones and eliminate targets before anyone knew they were there. He led this squad for two years, during which time he amassed one hundred and sixty seven confirmed kills. He was being challenged, and whats more he was perfecting his craft. The icing on the cake came in the form of a special operations combat instructor named Adeline Kane. Their romance was a torrid affair marked by mutual violence and extreme passions, and near the end of Slade’s final term as an active military constituent, it bore a child. Slade and Adeline married, and tried to settle down into civilian life.

But, away from the thing he truly loved, Slade’s old itch began to grow again. In secret, he began taking jobs from a few select government officials. Seemed the government had a use for someone who was willing to kill a target off the books. For another five years he kept his secret. On weekdays, he was Slade Wilson, manager of a paper warehouse. On weekends, he was Deathstroke. Of course, as these affairs go, eventually the wife found out. A man named Jack Friendly came knocking one night and tried to kill Slade and his family in revenge for a hit Slade had pulled earlier in the year. He had no choice but to admit the truth to Adeline, who was naturally pissed. They fought, verbally, and then physically. The fight ended when Adeline shot him and put out his left eye forever. She left that night, taking with her their son and any shred of desire he had to be Slade Wilson.

From that night on he threw himself into Deathstroke. He began to drift from his old government contacts, instead taking jobs from whoever could pay. He made himself quite the reputation, and earned himself a spot on Interpol’s most wanted while he was at it. He perfected his art until rumors began to circulate that he was something more than human, a monster, a ghost. But, success has its cost. Deathstroke needed to be challenged, and the sad truth was that there were no good challenges left for someone of his caliber.

That was, at least, until The Batman hit the scene. A monster, a demon who prowled the streets of Gotham on some misguided quest for justice. It was too interesting a turn to ignore for Slade, and as of late he has moved his operation to the city. Gotham, filled with psychopaths and corruption, a perfect place for a merchant like him to ply his trade. All he needs now, is for someone to offer him a job.

Character Extras

• Face Claim: Jeff Bridges
• Ons and Offs:'

Ons: He likes his women tough and able to give him a good fight Offs: Weakness