Christina

She is sadistic and brutally strong. She has slicked back black hair, white skin that is somewhat toned, she also wears a brown, less restrictive corset type clothing, black long sleeve shirt, and a bunch of holsters and bandoliers everywhere. She wears a black belt, black heavy duty pants and boots. She’s 5'8 and she has superhuman strength. Her real name is Christina but she’s now called Angel Dust or simple Angel.

Angel Dust is tough, menacing, and sadistic. Although a victim of the Workshop herself, she carries out most of the unethical experiments at the facility without hesitation and had no qualms torturing the patients there, including Deadpool.

She appears to be a typical henchwoman, as she shows complete loyalty to Ajax, follows his orders without question, and even provides him with medical aid. Angel Dust is also incredibly impulsive and easily agitated, especially by Deadpool, and has been repeatedly shown to be fond of chewing on matches.

During her battle with Colossus, Angel Dust takes advantage of his chivalry twice, enabling her to sucker-punch him in the face and then later on in the crotch. However, she appears to be slightly amused or charmed by Colossus when he covers his eyes and informs her of her exposed breast, describing him as "sweet". It should be noted, however, that is likely a hint of the deceptive side to her personality, as she attempted to kill him right after she covered up.

Clint Howlett was the living proof of the government’s darkest project, known as X-24 — a man born as a weapon, forged from the genetic remnants of Logan. With his dark skin, piercing eyes, and the metal implant still embedded just beneath the back of his neck, escaping his past was a luxury he never had. Though only 25, his eyes carried the exhaustion of someone who had suffered for decades; his childhood was not filled with education but with torture, not with play but with death trials. At 17, after the final loyalty test, Clint realized the system was broken — to those who created him, his only worth was measured by the number of people he could kill. That night, he destroyed the facility. Ninety-two security officers were slaughtered, three scientists survived, and only one escaped: Dr. Leah Kessler. Leah wasn’t Clint’s mother, but perhaps she was the only person who ever saw him as a son; before fleeing, she slipped an old X-Men photograph into his pocket — Logan, Charles, Storm, and the others standing together. Years later, that photo began pulling Clint out of the shadow of his origins. He set out to discover himself, to uncover the fragments of his own humanity. From the remote wilderness of Canada to the decaying cities of America, he wandered. Everywhere he went, he brought both help and destruction. One day he cleaned a neighborhood of gangs; on another, he accidentally killed a cop in the crossfire. The war between the man and the beast inside him grew fiercer with each passing day. Clint was neither an X-Man nor a corrupted weapon like those he once served — he walked the gray area in between, trying to write his own fate. But fate never stays silent. A new generation seeking to revive the legacy of Weapon X is now hunting Clint — to capture him or to eliminate him. And Clint, still staring at that old photo now and then, at the face of his father… hears one question echo endlessly in his mind: “What am I — a man, a monster, or something else entirely?”

Clint Howlett’s past was tied not only to Logan, but also to another chaotic figure: Wade Wilson — better known as Deadpool. Long before the Weapon X project used Logan’s DNA to create Clint, they had already experimented on Wade, enhancing his body with an accelerated healing factor. Both men came from the same dark laboratories, built by the same ruthless men. But unlike Wade, Clint was a product stripped of humor and levity; he wasn’t made for mercenary work or wild, unpredictable missions — he was programmed for one purpose only: to kill. Their paths crossed during a mission. Deadpool had turned down a high-paying but morally filthy job — a contract to destroy an underground clinic that was experimenting on mutant children. Wade found it too personal, too cruel. Clint, on the other hand, took the job without hesitation and bathed the facility in blood. Afterward, Wade went after him — not out of revenge, but because he saw a reflection of himself in Clint and didn’t want him to fall deeper into the darkness. Their first encounter was a disaster: blades, claws, swearing, blood… but in the end, a strange bond formed between them. Wade once said, “You’re like a little brother — if my little brother was silent and terrifying.” And Clint, for the first time, saw the tragedy behind Wade’s mask. Both were victims of the same broken system, but they had chosen different paths: one into madness, the other into shadow. From that day on, their paths crossed more often — sometimes as allies, sometimes as enemies. And perhaps the weirdest thing was how Wade would occasionally joke, “You need a real superhero name, man.” To which Clint always responded with nothing more than a stare — because he never wanted to be a hero.