"Hes Different, Hes Deadly, Hes........The Punisher!
And so the world was introduced to one of the most iconic vigilante characters in the history of illustrated storytelling.


Frank Castle is a man who has allowed himself to be consumed by his dark side. He is dominated by emotions of Hatred and Anger, and his every thought and deed is dedicated to a universal idea of Vengeance. There is no hope for him, no redemption at the end of his long and bloody road, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He is a vengeful force of nature, a man dead to the world, an agent of death itself. A killer born.

Frank Castle Is The Punisher

OFFICIALS
Punisher:Me
Venom:InnerVenom123
Rorshach:Vindication123
Deadpool:iamdeadpool
Spawn:InnerSpawn123
Spiderman:MarvelNeo96
Other Spiderman:SpidermanUnlimited12
Violator:TheDemonViolator
Noir Spiderman:NeoTheWastelander
The Thing:TheAbomination456
Toxin:ToxinFloodsMyLife
Punisher NOIR:NoirCastle
Harley Quinn:HarleyQuinn249
Lizard:InnerLizard123
Joker:disturbedfan890

Abilities/Advantages
-Extensive knowledge of firearms.
-Superior hand to hand fighting skills
-Trained Marine/Assassin/and Special Ops Soldier.
-Iron Willed
-Trained to Physical, and Mental Peak
-Tactical Genuis
-Has many "Battle Vans" posted around New York city
-Is very Productive, able to easily make explosives at home.
-Superior Stealth Skills
-Vast array of Guns and other weapons.
-Skilled in usage of Knives.
-Expert Marksman.
-Survivalist
-Very skilled pilot, from Huey helicopters to fighter jets
-Very high tolerance of pain, being able to take surgery without anesthetic.

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PUNISHER'S ORIGINAL PROFILE ®
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*Queens, New York, 12:28 AM. It's dark, dogs barking in the distance. The dim street lights cast a dirty, orange glow over the worn and cracked pavement. Steam rises into the air, perfuming the area with a thick, gray embrace.*
My name is Frank Castle
*Suddenly, a woman cries out from an alley. Inside, she's flanked by three men. All of them armed with weapons*
"Gimme ya' purse, doll."
"No! Get away from me!"
*She gasps, as one of the men punch her hard in the face*
"I said gimme' that purse!"
*Suddenly, the alley lights up. Dazing everyone inside. They cover their eyes*
"What th' hell?!"
I'm doing what I do every night.
*A gun-shot rings out, and suddenly the cranium of one of the thugs explodes outwards in a flurry of bone fragments and brain matter. He collapses in a flurry of blood*
"Holy shit!"
*A hail of gun-fire is unleashed, the thugs being thrown off there feet in displays of blood. The woman is in shock, and to prove she's trembling*
I'm the Punisher.
*Suddenly, the lights begin to move. The woman realizing there the headlights of a black van. The van drives by casually, and silently. Leaving her amidst the corpses and the rats. Inside is me, sitting in the old, beat up, coffee stained chair. My hands on the wheel*
I guess you could say this started when I was a kid. I was born here, this neighborhood.
*Glances out through the windshield, seeing a filthy slum*
Now it's a shadow of what it once was. My dad was a soldier in World War 2. I thought it was cool having a military dad, nobody would mess would me. That's when I learned most things are cosmetic. One day, when I was 10 years old. I found one of my child hood friends, burning the neighborhood criminal alive. This...made me cold, heartless. And it really did leave it's marks here and there. I never talked much anymore, and I didn't go outside and play with the other kids. So, life dragged on. Shortly after I graduated from High, I began training as a catholic priest. Didn't turn out so good, wouldn't even talk to criminals, let alone forgive them for there sins. So I quit, and within the same week I had my first experience as a vigilante. Stalking a group of petty thiefs. After my parents kicked me out of the house, I joined the army. I was brought to Vietnam. Where things would fall into place. I was stationed at Firebase Valley Forge. A cess-pool of injustice, incompetence, and excuses for soldiers. I was brought into a squad of just a couple kids, like me. Our commanding officer was a man by the name of Makuta, this bastard was taking money for soldiers, tricking them into there deaths by promising a return home. When I learned this, I killed him. I killed him without shame. After a bit of trouble with our command, I was announced allow to continue my employment. Than, one day, when I was patroling the base, a massive Vietcong attack swept over us. It came without warning, and command was to uninterested to help. As I did what I could among the carnage, a voice began to beam in my head. Drowning out the sounds of war itself. It told me that it was my calling, that'd I'd have what I've wanted all this time. All I needed to do was say yes. And I did, instantly I shot up. And went on a rampage. But the enemy got the best of me, and I was sent into unconsciousness after being shot several times. I awoke with severe amnesia, and in a military hospital. I couldn't remember anything about the base, not the death, not the Vietcong, and not the voice. After under-going surgery I was sent home. To my family. My wife, Maria had given birth to our third child. And I was happy to see them. But something was missing. I wasn't at home, I left home when I got on that plane. As soon as I could, I returned, but not as a soldier on the battlefront, but an assassin. I worked for a couple of years in the jungles on my own, steered by command. But my wife was worried, she said I didn't spend enough time at home. And for what it's worth, I loved my family. I went back home, had a picnic to lighten the mood. And in the middle of our little celebration, we witnessed a mafia execution. They slaughtered us in an attempt to kill all witnesses. And left me to die in my families blood. But I lived, surviving to seek help from the police. But they couldn't help, and I was hopeless. I put a gun to my head, and as I did I remembered something. The voice, he hill. Everything. It was my calling. I sought out on a war, a war on injustice, crime, and the people who wrong society. And in this war, there are no rules.