Post by Deathstroke on Oct 2, 2012 17:25:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERSONAL FILE[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #FF0000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HIGHLY CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIAL[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid #FFFFEE;][/style][STYLE= color: #000000; background: #BBDD22; font-family: courier new; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; width: 296px; margin-left: 05px; font-weight: bold; padding: 02px;]GENERAL INFORMATION[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: Slade Wilson ALIAS: Deathstroke GENDER: Male AGE: 66, but possesses the body of a man in his mid to late twenties. OCCUPATION: Mercenary, Assassin, Bodyguard, Spy, Investigator, Thief, Saboteur, and occasionally a hero among other professions. ALIGNMENT: Neutral AFFILIATION(S): None[/style] [STYLE= color: #000000; background: #BBDD22; font-family: courier new; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; width: 296px; margin-left: 05px; font-weight: bold; padding: 02px;]PHYSICAL PROFILE[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]HEIGHT: 6’4 WEIGHT: 225 lb. EYES: Blue HAIR: White CLASSFICATION: Super Human UNUSUAL FEATURES: Slade's ex-wife, Adeline Kane, shot him; he survived, but lost his right eye. [/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]There is a single word in the English language best used to summarize the entirety of Deathstroke’s personality, obsessed. As soon as he makes a decision, he will follow through with it regardless of the difficulties involved or the obstacles that reside in his path toward his ultimate objectives. Failure is acceptable to him only as long as he does not concede to it. He regards his failures as mere stumbles from which he immediately recovers to make another attempt. He does not accept compromise or refusal. He will not be denied. He fervently believes in the philosophy, “If, at first, you don’t succeed, try, try again.” Deathstroke defines an obstacle as a challenge meant to be overcome or eliminated and his personal definition of the word encompasses activities and people as well as objects. He strives to exist without obstacles and to reach the peak of perfection (He already considers himself without equal). To a certain degree, he understands that such a dream can never be fulfilled. He pursues it regardless as a result of his obsession and because personal growth and progression serve him among his primary sources of entertainment. Anyone who attempts to reason with Deathstroke will quickly learn they have made a critical error in judgment. The only opinions that matter to him are his own. He ignores most of anything said that does not pertain to a subject of his interest. In his experience, the vast majority of people are ignorant fools; as a result, he makes it a habit to socialize as little as possible. Ironically enough, anyone who fails to take him seriously quickly earns his irritation or worse. Deathstroke does not take kindly to threats, blackmail, or coercion. The easiest method for a person to bring his wrath crashing down upon them is to threaten him. Those who try manipulating him generally have a less than average life span as they suffer an unmentionably horrible death. He cannot be compromised and he certainly does not experience fear; instead, he instills it in others, especially those who attempt to intimidate or manipulate him. A job is mostly just that to Deathstroke and his business involves wanton murder and destruction. If asked what the meaning of life is, Deathstroke would state that life is meaningless. People are inferior creatures to him and killing them comes as easily to him as squashing bugs does to a child. He usually does not shed blood for personal reasons. Most of what he accomplishes is simply business and business involves the occasional elimination of competitors. Let it not be said that Deathstroke does not enjoy his occupation, however. He revels in the thrill of pitting himself against the greatest mental and physical forces Earth has to offer. He exists to gamble his life against the lives of others, preferably against the lives of those capable of contesting him. He strives to have his very existence threatened and his self-appointed superiority challenged. He is content only when engaged with an opponent or in an activity that requires the full capacity of his focus, skills, and abilities; only then can he demonstrate his flawlessness to the world. Conflict is his passion and serves him as his ultimate obsession. Deathstroke is exceedingly proud of most of what he has accomplished and of his capabilities and capacity for death and destruction. He places absolute faith and confidence in himself, leaving no room in his life for trust in anyone else. He considers himself superior to all other life on Earth. To him, the world is simply his hunting ground in which he is the ultimate predator in all of history. Believe it or not, but Deathstroke is not a man who lives entirely without regret. There are decisions he made in the past that led to certain traumatic events. He lost the few people in the world he actually cared about and he continues blaming himself for each of his losses. He carries immeasurable guilt wherever he goes; it lies deep within his mind beneath his seemingly impenetrable exterior. No one should ever expect him to open up, however. It is his opinion that nothing can be gained from dwelling on the past other than revisiting old pain and suffering from it. Moving forward is all that matters to Deathstroke at present. In conclusion, Deathstroke is an unnervingly stubborn, committed, proud, passionate, arrogant, egotistical, untrusting, uncompromising, and vengeful professional. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]DOCUMENTED HISTORY[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Family Bonds and Bailouts: Slade experienced an extremely lonely childhood; something for which he continues blaming his “cruel and uncaring old man”. His father, Nathaniel Wilson, dedicated his life to an unsuccessful criminal career and dragged his son along for the ride. Nathan eventually ended up owing huge sums of money to several mob bosses throughout the US. He and Slade moved several times within a short amount of time to avoid having to pay his debts with his own blood. Whenever caught by police or pressed for money from former partners, Nathan often cracked under pressure. The only time he ever asserted dominance in his life was against his own children. The only joy in Slade’s young life was the existence of his younger half brother, Wade. He adored his baby brother. Slade often looked out and provided for Wade because Nathan sure as hell was not going to do either of his own sons any favors soon. Slade even tried his best to befriend Wade since the family’s constant moving around made keeping friends at any of his schools impossible. Shortly after Slade turned 16 years old in 1962, Nathan decided to take a vacation one day. He chose to visit the Grand Canyon because it was outside the cities and an assumed safe distance from the law and the mobs. A crime lord, Rossi, followed Nathan to his destination. They exchanged words while Slade and Wade waited, frightened, in the back seat of the car. They knew, from experience, none of Nathaniel’s employers or coworkers were friendly by any definition of the word. Rossi demanded immediate payment on a $10,000 debt owed to him by Nathan. Nathan assured him that he had no way to come up with that kind of cash, but Rossi would not depart without something. That something turned out to be Nathan’s firstborn and sixteen-year-old son. Nathan ordered Slade out of the car; he assured Rossi that Slade was a hardworking and obedient child capable of performing any task set before him. It was the first time Slade ever heard his father say anything positive about him or his existence, but it sounded to him like his dad was describing a prize-winning animal rather than his own flesh and blood. Slade could hardly begin to comprehend the transaction in that moment let alone the fact that it had happened. Rossi ushered him into his vehicle and drove away. Slade twisted around in his seat and thought he caught one more glimpse of his younger brother. He spent the rest of the drive crying harder than he had ever cried in his life. He had been torn from the only thing that truly mattered to him. His own father had sold him like a slave. He had never known Nathan to be a true father figure in his life, but he was still his dad. Did Nathan have to be so cruel, callous, and selfish? Slade could not comprehend how anyone could be so evil and the fact his own father was that kind of bastard hurt him deeply and irreversibly. Slade would later revisit Nathan in his old age. Nathan’s final fate was to spend the rest of his remaining days incapable of speech and on life support in an Indiana hospital. During the instances Slade visited Nathan as he wasted on his deathbed, Nathan only showed an unparalleled level of annoyance at the presence of the son he sold out. Was he guilty? Slade doubted it, but he damn well hoped so; the old man deserved to suffer as much as possible. Slade considered killing him as he had done to so many other men, better men than Nathan. He resisted the urge to claim his decades-old vengeance in blood. He convinced himself abandoning his father to die slowly, painfully, and constantly aware and afraid of his impending death was the purest form of justice the universe could offer. Slade’s final words to his father were, “I’ll be seeing you…in Hell.” The Lonely Road: Rossi had attempted different approaches to stop the crying of the teenager in the backseat of his car. He tried yelling at him, he tried threatening him, and he tried pacifying him and promising a better future. “Forget about your lousy old man,” Rossi advised. “You’re with Rossi, now, and Ross’ll take good care of you.” Slade had already forgotten about his supposed father; it was his brother he dearly missed. Slade eventually stopped weeping on his own, but only because he had run out of tears to shed. He wiped his burning eyes dry and made a silent oath to himself; he promised never to cry again. He proved less than loyal and obedient than Nathan had assured the crime boss. They stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank. Rossi offered to buy him something to eat and a soda. He assured Slade they could stop for burgers, pizza, or whatever it was that kids liked to eat later on. Slade did not respond; he had changed within the hour. He had been traumatized from having his soul shattered into so many infinitesimally small pieces, but he had remade himself. He existed, henceforth, as a patchwork man who knew one thing. There was only one truth in the world. Every man for himself! Rossi was unnerved by Slade’s silence and even more so by the blank eyes of one who had lost his innocence; in its place, resided an emptiness that demanded to be filled. Something told Rossi that convenience store snacks would not sate the appetite that raged within his broken passenger. “Fine, starve for all I care!” He shouted angrily. “You’ll be hungry soon enough and you’ll be begging me for table scraps like the damn mutt you are!” Slade’s expression remained the same and it fed Rossi’s anger; he punched Slade square in the face. A bruise formed where knuckles had smacked skin, but Slade had not even blinked from the fist’s approach, impact, or departure. Rossi stormed into the gas station; Slade caught a lucky break when a car, manned by a lonely driver, pulled in with a flat tire. The driver popped the trunk and went about replacing the tire; Slade stepped out and offered him help. “I’ll put your stuff away for you,” Slade assured him when they had finished the necessary repair; the driver thanked him for his hard work and offered him a quarter for his help and Slade pocketed the money. The driver went inside to pay for gas; Slade stashed the car owner’s belongings into the trunk of the car then stowed away inside. He shut the trunk behind him. The stranger returned and checked to make sure nothing had been stolen. Slade had hidden beneath a heavy old blanket that smelled of mildew. Satisfied with his brief search, the driver slammed the trunk closed. Slade felt when the car started moving; wherever it went, he hoped it would be as far away from Nathaniel Wilson’s world as possible. Slade made his presence known when he heard the driver turn his engine off. He would not risk being left to die in the trunk of the car. The driver opened it up and received a shock when the teenager who had helped him before jumped out of his trunk. He demanded Slade explain to him what he had been thinking. Slade simply pressed a quarter into the driver’s hand. “My services don’t come cheaply,” Slade told him. “I figure this makes us even.” Slade slept on a park bench that following evening, hungry, dehydrated, and not knowing what city he was in. He dreamed that Rossi had found him and chased him all over the city. He woke and swore to himself nothing like that would happen and that he would make sure of it. The Meaning of Life is not 42: Slade found his way to a local recruitment office. He lied about his credentials including his age. His father had managed to teach him something after all because the recruiting officer believed every word that came out of his mouth. He figured that if he had to fight for his life, he’d at least do it with a gun in hand. He received basic training along with all the other recruits then was sent off to Korea where he served at a military outpost postwar for a few months. Slade was reassigned to Camp Washington where he was promoted to Major. At the age of eighteen, he met Captain Kane in 1964; she had been given the task of teaching new fighting skills to young soldiers. Trouble was brewing in Vietnam and the US government wanted its men ready and able for the possibility of another war. Slade graduated the training program at the top of his class to the amazement of his trainer. He had scored far higher than the second-best man in their group in every aspect the captain’s training encompassed. She offered to train him privately; he initially declined the offer because her earlier instruction had not been challenging enough. She asked him to reconsider to which he replied by blatantly telling her, “No offense, but I doubt there’s anything you can show me that will change my mind.” She promptly ‘showed’ him the floor; after she helped him back to his feet, he told her he had changed his mind. Slade mastered several fighting forms, all of which the captain demonstrated in front of him, and he had done so in a matter of months. Adeline Kane realized that she loved Slade as she observed him master every obstacle situated in front of him only to ask, repeatedly, “What’s next?” Slade received another promotion to Lieutenant Colonel and, six months later, he and Adeline had married and his wife had become pregnant. The Vietnam War escalated shortly after Slade received the news that he was going to be a father. The knowledge shook all the beliefs he had harbored, ever since his own father had abandoned him, to their foundations. He had lived for himself for the longest time without caring for another soul with the exception of his wife. She had softened him a little. He finally remembered that life was not simply about surviving and moving ahead of everyone else and abandoning them. He certainly could not simply leave his wife and unborn child behind, but that is exactly what his superiors demanded of him. On his way out the door to meet his fate and to kill more men, Adeline, heavy with child, told him to be careful. “Darling, I am invincible. You should save your concerns for the other guys.” Slade assured her with a heartfelt salute. Adeline gave birth to their son, Grant, but Slade never received the news in the mail. He and his platoon had embarked on a mission in which all of his comrades had been killed. He was captured alive for interrogation and was presumed dead by his superiors; needless to say, Adeline was heartbroken when a military officer delivered the news on her front porch. British SAS agent, Wintergreen later embarked on a rescue mission and safely retrieved Slade from enemy lines. The two quickly became friends and Slade would later track down and employ the man who had saved his life and provide him with every comfort he could imagine. Adeline’s grief for her loss immediately ended when she learned of her husband’s true fate. Slade finally received the letter that Adeline had written for him some months ago regarding the birth of his son. He read it letter stoically and masked his emotions professionally while other men around him celebrated good news or broke down from terrible revelations from home. He secretly wondered if anything had changed since Adeline wrote the message. He silently buried his thoughts and burned the letter in front of witnesses to maintain his emotionless front and to ensure no one could steal anything from his personal life. Existing is War...Dying is Hell: Stateside, the hippie fad had reached its peak; teenagers with vans, drugs, and money had formed a popular clique in American culture. They professed peace and protested the war in a childish demand for change. Most of what they accomplished, however, was wrecking their own brains from drug abuse and increasing the national teen pregnancy rate. The hippie movement contaminated the younger generation; children and teenagers alike emulated the popular kids or simply moved with the crowd like sheep. The percentage of children running away from home also increased during the war. Shortly after turning 28 years old in 1974, Slade returned to his country after having performed above and beyond the call of duty; his superiors often called him a true patriot. He and other survivors from the war agreed to go on a parade. Protestors swarmed the streets and tossed eggs and other relatively harmless projectiles at the procession. Slade simply stared ahead and marched forward until the event’s premature conclusion. He issued no reaction as he allowed the ignorant children to pelt him to their immature content. He certainly did not deserve the treatment, but he achieved victory against his attackers that day by denying them the satisfaction of provoking his anger. Slade volunteered for a military experiment in the same year he had returned home; the Vietnam War taught him that he could not live without conflict even at the risk of his own safety. He was informed that the experiment was meant to stimulate a certain gland in the brain to make compromised officers less susceptible to truth serums. The experiment was actually a secret attempt at turning America's finest into meta-human soldiers. The initial effects of the serum he received varied from day to day. He would wake one morning to fnd himself at peak condition only to suffer migraines and extreme flu-like symptoms the very next day. His condition further destabilized until he finally slipped into a coma. He later awoke to discover he could use nine-tenths of his brain capacity. His strength, durability, and agility had also increased beyond human capabilities. Slade soon received news that he had been honorably discharged from military service. The revelation angered him and he tried reassigning, but no military branch would accept him even though his condition had stabilized. Adeline tried convincing him that it was for the best. She tried assuring him that there was no need for him to continue fighting. She told him he had done more than what any man should have to do and she was proud of him for that. She also told him that it was time to settle down and look after their children. “Children?” Slade had asked her; she then informed him that she was pregnant again. Slade continued killing, but his targets had all become the animal kind. He went on several safaris and become a world-renowned hunter for his exploits, but it did not satisfy him. Not even money could fill the void that the crime lord, Rossi, had observed in him decades earlier. He had easily felled numbers of men before, but killing an animal felt to him like he was punching holes in the lifeless dirt beneath him. There was no challenge, risk, or reason behind his actions. His resulting restlessness filled Adeline with concern for her husband and their children. Unbeknownst to his wife, Slade resumed killing people under the guise of Deathstroke the Terminator. He continued deceiving his family by bagging some wild critter native to whatever country he visited for his next mark. He had earned himself the title of one of the world’s most dangerous men alive and he was highly sought after by other top-notch assassins. A few years passed after Slade had returned to a life of murder and his reputation inevitably led a group of mercenaries to the discovery of the Terminator’s true identity. The mercenaries invaded Slade’s mansion (bought with the fortune he amassed) while he was supposedly away on another “hunting trip”. Adeline tried confronting them, but they stopped her interference with a gas grenade then succeeded in kidnapping her second-born son, Joseph. Slade returned home to a frantic wife who immediately embraced him and hysterically revealed to him all that had happened. She demanded of him why it had happened. She was far too intelligent and knew Slade too well for him to continue lying to her effectively. He revealed to her the truth of what he had been doing during the last few years. They both agreed that the abduction of their son was his fault, but Slade promised that they would work together on retrieving Joseph. Husband and wife confronted one of Slade’s rival mercenaries known as the Jackal. Jackal had orchestrated Joseph's abduction and demanded that Slade reveal information pertaining to an important client. He warned that he would order his men to kill Joseph if Slade did not comply. Slade did not comply. He refused to allow himself to be compromised by anyone or anything even if his life or the life of a loved one is at stake; such is the intensity of his will and pride. He took Jackal down, but not before the mercenary ordered his men to have Joseph’s throat slashed. Slade and Adeline rushed Joey to the hospital for emergency treatment; the boy lived, but suffered permanent damage to his vocal cords. The doctor informed Joey’s parents that the boy would never be able to speak again. Adeline reacted furiously to her husband’s reckless endangerment of her baby. She shot Slade, intending to kill him. Slade survived, but he had permanently lost his right eye. Adeline reasoned that if she couldn’t kill the bastard responsible for Joey’s condition, she would at least divorce him. Having been severed from his family, Slade continued existing mostly as Deathstroke One Titan Against Many: Slade’s eldest son, Grant, grew up to become an assassin just like his father. Grant became the first Ravager and underwent physical augmentations to fulfill a contract against the Teen Titans, but his own enhancements ended up killing him. For no other reason than to honor the memory of his late son, Deathstroke agreed to complete his son’s contract and attacked the Titans regularly. His pride as a father, albeit a self-admitted terrible one, would not allow Grant's death to have been in vain. He eventually recruited a meta-human, Terra, and sent her to join the Titans as his spy. They staged a mock battle against one another to prove she could be trusted and relied upon by the rest of the team. Terra then leaked vital information about the Titans to Deathstroke that allowed him to capture them. Deathstroke’s contractors, the HIVE, collected their elusive prizes. Slade’s second son, Joseph, had grown into young superhero known as Jericho. He and Nightwing worked together to free the Titans from the HIVE stronghold, but they ended up captured. They were presented to Deathstroke at which point Jericho possessed his father and forced him to attack HIVE. Deathstroke, however, did not even attempt to fight his son’s control; meanwhile, Terra thought Deathstroke had betrayed her. She went berserk and forced the entire compound to collapse with her still inside it. Deathstroke was captured and placed on trial for his crimes, but Garfield Logan (Beast Boy) sabotaged the hearing by attacking the criminal. Beast Boy had overwhelmingly convinced himself that Deathstroke had somehow manipulated Terra, who remained innocent in the shape-shifter’s eyes, into betraying his team. He wholeheartedly believed that Deathstroke was to blame for her death. Beast Boy's morales prevented him from killing Deathstroke who, after their fight, offered to sit down and discuss things civilly. Deathstroke doubted the young hero would believe him, but he revealed to him the truth about Terra and that she had made her decisions on her own. They parted in silence afterward. As far as Deathstroke was concerned, his contract against the Titans had, at long last, been fulfilled. Grant's last job was finished and Deathstroke no longer had a reason to aggress the former targets of a dead man. Recompense: Deathstroke encountered the Titans again months after his botched trial, but their meeting had been a mere coincidence. The Titans were investigating a mysterious plague linked to biologically engineered beast men, one of whom was Deathstroke's assassination target at that time. When the plague affected both Raven and Troia, Deathstroke assisted the Titans in destroying the beast men. He then developed a cure for the disease and saved the lives of Raven and Troia among many others. His actions theoretically prevented several other people from dying as well. Most of the Titans were later abducted by the Wildebeest Society. Deathstroke helped track their enemies down and inevitably discovered that leading the Wildebeest Society was none other than Jericho. The corrupted souls of Azarath had possessed Jericho and manipulated him into capturing the Titans to serve as their hosts for their continued survival. Jericho’s true self temporarily surfaced in Deathstroke's presence. He begged his father to kill him to spare him from his suffering. Deathstroke knew of no way to save his son and only one method seemed available for the salvation of the Titans. He drove a sword into his son’s heart, an action that continues to haunt him with tremendous guilt and grief. Just before he “died”, however, Jericho succeeded in transferring his mind into Deathstroke's body. “All” Conquers Love: Adeline learned, from one of her agents in Searchers Incorporated, Slade had killed their remaining son. The news revealed to her that she could never forgive Slade for the life he had chosen to lead and all the decisions he had made. Deathstroke, however, held no grudges against her. He checked on her from time to time and helped her whenever he could move closely enough toward her. Adeline’s first husband, Morel (a.k.a. Count Tavolera), later abducted her and poisoned her in an attempt to force her to work with him in uncovering the treasure of her ancestor, Josiah Kane. Deathstroke rescued her, but the poison had already spread too far throughout her body. She was beyond modern medical treatment. Deathstroke had previously undergone an experiment to enhance his natural healing factor, which proved limited since it could not regenerate a completely lost body part such as his right eye. In a last ditch effort to save her life, Deathstroke performed a blood transfusion in hopes that she would receive his healing abilities from it. She lived, but not without consequences. Deathstroke did not realize that his unique anatomy helped him metabolize the life-sustaining serum he had received. His wife was a normal human who could not process the mutation effectively. Deathstroke’s blood drove her insane when it should have killed her. Adeline later revived HIVE after Deathstroke had gone into semi-retirement out of shame for the condition in which he had placed his ex-wife. She was bent on eliminating all super humans; she blamed them for the deaths of her sons. Slade and the Titans attacked HIVE; Deathstroke intended on saving her from herself. Vandal Savage interrupted the confrontation, however. He arrived on site with a team comprised of enemies of the Titans from their recent conflicts. Vandal revealed he planned creating an immortality elixir from Adeline's blood and had come to capture her. Adeline suffered a slit throat during the ensuing chaos and briefly regained her sanity. Deathstroke’s blood would not let her die, but neither could it reconstruct her throat. She formed blood-gargled words and begged Slade to kill her and reunite her with their children. “I didn’t come here for work,” Slade told her as tears, he had previously promised never to shed again, formed in his one good eye. “I came here for you.” Starfire killed Adeline in Slade’s place immediately after their last conversation with one another. Starfire tried convincing him that it had to be done. Deathstroke did not respond to her attempt at justifying her actions. He departed the scene with two simple parting words for her and the other Titans present. “We’re done.” Sowing what has been Reaped: Jericho recently took control of Deathstroke from the inside, having previously inhabited his body by transferring his consciousness. Jericho forced Deathstroke to kill his longtime butler, mentor, and companion, Wintergreen. Death and the state in which he continued existing had driven Jericho absolutely insane; he had even mounted Wintergreen’s head on a wall. Continuing to use Deathstroke's body, Jericho issued a series of attacks against the Titans in order to convince them that being super heroes was too dangerous, especially for young people. He wanted to spare them all from horrible deaths. In one battle, he shattered Impulse’s knee with a shotgun while the speedster was using his super speed. He then leaped from Titan to Titan until Raven successfully absorbed him. Free from his son’s control, Deathstroke learned that he had one surviving child, a daughter named Rose. A few years after his divorce, Deathstroke had led a rescue mission to bring Rose’s mother, Lillian Worth, safely across the Thailand border. Rogue soldiers gunned down Deathstroke's entire team, but he survived and went on to complete the mission. Deathstroke and Lilli spent two weeks traversing the jungles of Thailand on foot during which time they fell in love. Deathstroke later realized that his brief relationship with Lilli led to the birth of his daughter. Deathstroke met Lilli later in New York where she had found work; Deathstroke had been seriously injured at a time when he was running from the law. Lilli took him into her home and nursed him back to health. Rose was living with her mother at the time, but neither she nor Deathstroke knew the extent of their relationship. Lilli kept the details hidden from him because she feared for their daughter’s safety. Slade’s half brother, Wade, went on to kill his friends and family under the alias, Ravager. He discovered Rose and deduced that she was Slade’s daughter and told her just as much. Wintergreen and Lilli teamed up to rescue Rose. When Wade attempted to flee, Lilli gave chase in a jeep and drove off a cliff while trying to run him off the road. When Rose went to live with her father, Deathstroke immediately turned her away. He feared for her safety after having blamed himself for the deaths of both of his sons. He left her in the care of the Titans in spite of his history with them because he believed his daughter would be safe and happy with them. Rose, hwever, left the Titans after a training accident. The Madison family in Chicago adopted her. Wade, Slade's half brother, received an anonymous note offering him $100,000 to kill Rose; he proceeded to murder her family and almost killed her along with them. Deathstroke had personally written the note in an attempt to manipulate Rose closer toward him. He also anonymously alerted the Titans that Rose’s life was in danger. They fought to defend her, but Deathstroke intervened and rendered them all unconscious with a gas grenade. Deathstroke collected Rose and, when she awoke, he apologized to her for having abandoned her. He proposed to train her as his apprentice and offered Wade as her first target. Rose accepted the offer and took the alias, Ravager, for herself. Rose showed promise, which led him to believe that she could put an end to the madness that was Jericho once and for all. He injected her with an upgraded version of the serum that had given him his abilities, but the formula drove her partially insane. She confronted Jericho and hesitated in killing him as instructed by her father. Deathstroke nearly disowned her for her uselessness; in a desperate moment, Rose proved her love and dedication to her father by cutting out her left eye just to emulate him. Her defeat against Batgirl was one too many failures in Deathstroke's mind, however. He allowed Nightwing to take over her training, but only because Nightwing had supposedly stopped playing the role of a hero. Forging Enemies: Deathstroke enlisted as a bodyguard for Doctor Light shortly after he had entrusted Rose’s training to Nightwing. The Justice League was pursuing Doctor Light and, in the inevitable clash between them and Deathstroke, he defeated nearly every league member present (Elongated Man, the Flash, Zatanna, Hawkman, Green Arrow, Black Canary, the Atom, and the Green Lantern, Kyle Rayner). Kyle Rayner was the last among his team left standing. Green Arrow interfered with the one-on-one battle between Deathstroke and Kyle by driving an arrow into Deathstroke's right eye socket. The pain enraged him to the point of going ballistic. He proceeded to strike Green Arrow repeatedly, but the archer's distraction proved effective as most of his team tackled Deathstroke to the ground. He narrowly avoided capture through Doctor Light’s efforts. Deathstroke later confronted Green Arrow atop a rooftop. Green Arrow had his back turned to him at the time and suddenly noticed Deathstroke's reflection in the window of a building across from him. He turned around, but Deathstroke had already vanished. Green Arrow discovered Deathstroke's cowl and a note pinned to a nearby wall by the same arrow that the archer had previously stabbed into the assassin's empty eye socket. The note read, “This is yours...We’re not done.” Reaping what has been Sown: Deathstroke was one of the original members of Lex Luthor’s Secrety Society. He ambushed the Freedom Fighters with several other members south of Metropolis. The Society easily claimed victory and Deathstroke ended up impaling Phantom Lady in the chest. Deathstroke later discovered that Nightwing had been teaching Rose the values of heroism. He avoided killing Nightwing in front of his daughter because he did not want to unravel everything he had taught her. Nightwing made a proposition that he would stay away from Rose if Deathstroke kept the meta-human villains out of Bludhaven. The deal lasted only for 34 hours at which time Deathstroke acted under orders from the Society’s real leader, Alexander Luthor Jr. He went in with several villains (old enemies of the Titans and Doom Patrol as well as Brotherhood members, Monsieur Mallah, and Brain) to drop Chemo, a nearly brainless monster made of energy and pure radioactive chemicals, on Bludhaven. The resulting death toll was measured in the thousands. Deathstroke explained to the Brotherhood that Nightwing should be convinced he could never return home again. Shortly after the catastrophe, an infuriated Nightwing interrupted a training session between Deathstroke and Rose. He revealed to her that the kryptonite Deathstroke had previously implanted in her left eye socket (in an attempt to kill superman) was lethal to humans. He told her that if she remained exposed to its radiation, it would slowly destroy her body and lead to an agonizing death. Deathstroke attempted to kill Nightwing with a grenade, but Rose interfered. She fled under the cover of smoke provided by the resulting explosion. She screamed that she hated her father as she abandoned him. Nightwing had also disappeared, leaving a note for Slade that warned him he’d return to make him pay for Bludhaven. Batman, Robin, and Nightwing confronted Deathstroke in Metropolis. During the fight, the heroes questioned his motives for aiding the Society. He lied and claimed it was all just business and that he was in it for the money. Nightwing delivered the knockout punch and was sorely tempted to finish Deathstroke off, but was persuaded by Batman to spare him. End of a Prologue: Deathstroke received medical treatment for his minor injuries in a maximum security facility. He then went to court for his crimes where he explained that the presence of a defense attorney was not required and that he would speak on his own behalf. “Ladies and gentlemen of the court,” He began. “You are all under the impression that my life is in the hands of the fine judicial system of our country. Let me assure you that you are mistaken.” He paused dramatically to ensure he had everyone’s attention. “I have been prepared for the likely event of my capture for a while. I have spent time planting bombs all throughout this great country of ours.” He stopped and waited for the resulting uproar of his statement to die down. The judge demanded order and commanded Slade to explain himself. “These bombs of mine need reset at certain intervals; otherwise, they will detonate and result in severe casualties.” He explained matter-of-factly. “Only I know the locations of the bombs and when they will detonate. You can be assured that you have at least an hour to consider what I am about to say. Beyond those sixty minutes, safety of the American people cannot be guaranteed.” “In exchange for a full pardon of all charges against me, I will surrender the location of each active bomb I made. I will leave the matter of defusing them up to whoever is up to the task. In order to prove I am not bluffing, I will release the coordinates of one of the bombs.” The people of the court began shouting again, loudest among them were the press, but Deathstroke had little else to say. He received the legitimate pardon signed and dated by the US president himself. Deathstroke then released the information he had promised, but law enforcement agents eventually discovered that they had been sent on a wild goose chase. Deathstroke had planted only one bomb, which was located beneath the casket of Nathaniel Wilson. It was the one explosive he had mentioned to deceive the entire nation. Slade’s pardon was immediately renounced after the discovery had been made, but he had already fled in anticipation of such an event. He retreated to an emergency bunker he had previously purchased and stocked with weapons, equipment, and money in the event he had to start over. He presently continues performing certain duties beyond the expectations of his clients.[/style] [STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]POWERS AND ABILITIES[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] KNOWN POWERS:
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