Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 17:16:19 GMT -5
Name: Clint Barton
Alias: Hawkeye
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Faction: Avenger, SHIELD
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Liaison for SHIELD
Over all Personality: Even in his 40s, Clint Barton is still trying to make sense of his extraordinary life. The former Avengers is very laid back, quick-witted, and a bit of a slacker. He also isn’t above helping out people out all of the time. Unfortunately for Clint, that has made him a bit narrow-minded, irresponsible, and gotten him in a ton of trouble. Clint’s the type of guy you can go out and get a beer with, more maybe borrow some money from, but dating him is generally unadvised, as he’s already been divorced twice.
Over all Appearance: Entering the “Bruce Willis” stage of life, Clint decided shaving his head was a good look. Standing at 5’8” and 190lbs, Clint spend less time in his old black and purple get up, and more time in suits, sunglasses, hoodies, tee shirts, and jeans…..all variants of black and purple. Old habits die hard for Clint. Also don’t be surprised if what he’s wearing his covered by dog hair, thanks to his pizza loving dog Lucky. Despite semi-retiring from the Super Hero game, Clint always has his trusty bow and a variety of arrows on hand.
<<THE MUTATION>>
Our powers are also called gifts, but some say they are curses
Skills: Clint is extremely skilled at usually bows and arrows, as well as a variety of firearms. Unarmed, Clint has been trained by Captain America in the hand to hand combat department.
Powers:N/A
Weaknesses: Red Heads. Blondes. Women in general.
<<HISTORY>>
The farther you go back, the better you'll understand the future
Father: Harold Barton (deceased)
Mother: Edith Barton (deceased)
Other family: Barney Barton (brother), Francis Barton (son), Charles Barton (nephew), Kate Bishop (former ward)
History:
Avengers, Thunderbolt, Agent of SHIELD, Clint Barton’s a jack of all trades, master of…well several.
Growing up in the circus, Clint’s been on both side of the law once he struck out on his own. But for most of his life, he’s been an Avenger in and out, leading 2 incarnations of the team. He’s also had the habit of shacking up with his teammates, which usually ends up less than great for both parties.
When Clint got married for a 2nd time, his wife Barbara convinced him to take a less active role in the super hero community, especially once she was pregnant with their child. Sadly there was not much out there in the job market for full time super heroes, so Clint took a job with SHIELD, hoping that a government job would at lease appease her. Sadly, Clint still found himself in the field more times that behind a desk. Barbara, now raising Francis practically by herself, grew more and more bitter with Clint, and ended their marriage 2 years ago. Since then Clint’s found himself buried in his work, occasionally visiting a son who barely wanted to deal with him, until discovering Clint’s heroic legacy. Now with his son wanting to follow in Clint’s footstep, the original Hawkeye finds himself working as a liaison to the super hero community. Clint also came into a large sum of money recently, helping out the negotiations between the recent Rand-Bishop merger, which he used to help renovate a building in North Brooklyn he once owned, and once again resides in.
WRITING SAMPLE:
Everything hurt and everything smelt terrible. This was less than ideal.
Clint Barton opened his eyes. Garbage, literal garbage, everywhere. He was in a dumpster. Again. This was not the first time it had happen.
Over a decade ago, Clint started a turf war with some local thugs. Bunch of goons in track suit, used the word “Bro” as a noun, verb, adjective, adverb etc. Clint took their dog, their land, and slept with one of their wives. They made his life hell, and killed one of his friends. This was a personal battle, and a unending one at that. They couldn’t kill Clint, they would have the Avengers on their asses before they would even have time to crap themselves in terror. And if Clint kills them, he’s no better than them. Avengers don’t kill. Well, except Wolverine maybe. And Thor.
Clint started piecing the previous evening’s event together in his head. There was a girl. Of course there was a girl, there’s always one in these sort of scenarios. There was a bar. There were drinks, as that’s what one does at the bar. Then there was a punch thrown. Things were coming together now. There was a phone call…
No scratch that, there is a phone call, as Clint’s was ringing.
“Y’ello!” Clint muttered, not even bothering to check who was calling him.
“Clint, it’s Steve. Where are you?” Said an all too familiar voice.
“Cap….I’m….crawling out of a dumpster. What’s up with you?” he asked, doing exactly what he said he was doing.
“Midtown. We’re supposed to be meeting Summers here, remember? Talking to him about that Xavier business that went down.”
“Crap….”Clint said, his eves adjusting to the sun. “…right, what time was that supposed to go down again?” he asked, trying not to vomit from his own stench.
“10 minutes ago Clint.” Cap said sternly.
“Of course….” Clint said. “Look, I kinda smell like Spider-Man at the moment. “Let me grab a shower and I’ll meet you guys there. I’ll even foot the bill.” He said, hanging up, before Steve had a chance to respond.
“A dumpster huh?” Scott asked, nursing a cup of coffee.
“The more things change….” Steve replied, cracking a grin. “Anyway, good seeing you Scott, it’s been far too long since we’ve actually sat down and talked without the world ending around us.” He added. “How’s Ms. Frost doing?”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of the later Captain.” Scott replied. “And Emma’s doing the best she could be doing all things considering. Between the Xavier business and Jean’s return, she’s……she’s hanging in there.” he answered.
“She’s lucky to have you Scott.” Captain America reassured him. “Not too many people would have given a member of the Hellfire Club a second chance like the X-men did. Especially a member who use to date Tony Stark.”
That managed to get a laugh from Cyclops. “True….and I’m lucky to have her too. It’s also a huge relief to being seeing someone Wolverine’s not trying to sleep with every 5 minutes.”
Steve smiled and shook his head. “Logan’s an incredible soldier….but very set in his way.”
“You have no idea….” Scott added, eyeing the menu. “So when do you want to get this talk under ways?”
Steve sighed. “Believe you me, I would have settle for a phone call. But Tony and Fury want someone from SHIELD present….”
“You’re implying that this diner isn’t crawling with undercover SHIELD agents….” Scott shot back.
“And I’m sure Emma’s not monitoring this conversation telepathically.” Steve countered.
“She says hi by the way.” Scott smirked.
The 2 continued to banter and small talk for another 20 or so minutes, before Clint showed up. Wearing a purple zip up hoodie and black jeans, the Archer took a seat next to Captain America in the booth.
“Morin’ gents. Sorry for running late. You okay Scott?” Barton asked, as Cyclops squinted.
“Yeah….Emma’s screaming in my head…..looks like we have a visitor at the School?” he replied.
“Everything cool?” Clint asked.
“Magneto.” Cyclops replied.
Clint rolled his eyes. “Oh good, I’m sure that won’t complicate things.” He sighed.
Alias: Hawkeye
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Faction: Avenger, SHIELD
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Liaison for SHIELD
Over all Personality: Even in his 40s, Clint Barton is still trying to make sense of his extraordinary life. The former Avengers is very laid back, quick-witted, and a bit of a slacker. He also isn’t above helping out people out all of the time. Unfortunately for Clint, that has made him a bit narrow-minded, irresponsible, and gotten him in a ton of trouble. Clint’s the type of guy you can go out and get a beer with, more maybe borrow some money from, but dating him is generally unadvised, as he’s already been divorced twice.
Over all Appearance: Entering the “Bruce Willis” stage of life, Clint decided shaving his head was a good look. Standing at 5’8” and 190lbs, Clint spend less time in his old black and purple get up, and more time in suits, sunglasses, hoodies, tee shirts, and jeans…..all variants of black and purple. Old habits die hard for Clint. Also don’t be surprised if what he’s wearing his covered by dog hair, thanks to his pizza loving dog Lucky. Despite semi-retiring from the Super Hero game, Clint always has his trusty bow and a variety of arrows on hand.
<<THE MUTATION>>
Our powers are also called gifts, but some say they are curses
Skills: Clint is extremely skilled at usually bows and arrows, as well as a variety of firearms. Unarmed, Clint has been trained by Captain America in the hand to hand combat department.
Powers:N/A
Weaknesses: Red Heads. Blondes. Women in general.
<<HISTORY>>
The farther you go back, the better you'll understand the future
Father: Harold Barton (deceased)
Mother: Edith Barton (deceased)
Other family: Barney Barton (brother), Francis Barton (son), Charles Barton (nephew), Kate Bishop (former ward)
History:
Avengers, Thunderbolt, Agent of SHIELD, Clint Barton’s a jack of all trades, master of…well several.
Growing up in the circus, Clint’s been on both side of the law once he struck out on his own. But for most of his life, he’s been an Avenger in and out, leading 2 incarnations of the team. He’s also had the habit of shacking up with his teammates, which usually ends up less than great for both parties.
When Clint got married for a 2nd time, his wife Barbara convinced him to take a less active role in the super hero community, especially once she was pregnant with their child. Sadly there was not much out there in the job market for full time super heroes, so Clint took a job with SHIELD, hoping that a government job would at lease appease her. Sadly, Clint still found himself in the field more times that behind a desk. Barbara, now raising Francis practically by herself, grew more and more bitter with Clint, and ended their marriage 2 years ago. Since then Clint’s found himself buried in his work, occasionally visiting a son who barely wanted to deal with him, until discovering Clint’s heroic legacy. Now with his son wanting to follow in Clint’s footstep, the original Hawkeye finds himself working as a liaison to the super hero community. Clint also came into a large sum of money recently, helping out the negotiations between the recent Rand-Bishop merger, which he used to help renovate a building in North Brooklyn he once owned, and once again resides in.
WRITING SAMPLE:
Everything hurt and everything smelt terrible. This was less than ideal.
Clint Barton opened his eyes. Garbage, literal garbage, everywhere. He was in a dumpster. Again. This was not the first time it had happen.
Over a decade ago, Clint started a turf war with some local thugs. Bunch of goons in track suit, used the word “Bro” as a noun, verb, adjective, adverb etc. Clint took their dog, their land, and slept with one of their wives. They made his life hell, and killed one of his friends. This was a personal battle, and a unending one at that. They couldn’t kill Clint, they would have the Avengers on their asses before they would even have time to crap themselves in terror. And if Clint kills them, he’s no better than them. Avengers don’t kill. Well, except Wolverine maybe. And Thor.
Clint started piecing the previous evening’s event together in his head. There was a girl. Of course there was a girl, there’s always one in these sort of scenarios. There was a bar. There were drinks, as that’s what one does at the bar. Then there was a punch thrown. Things were coming together now. There was a phone call…
No scratch that, there is a phone call, as Clint’s was ringing.
“Y’ello!” Clint muttered, not even bothering to check who was calling him.
“Clint, it’s Steve. Where are you?” Said an all too familiar voice.
“Cap….I’m….crawling out of a dumpster. What’s up with you?” he asked, doing exactly what he said he was doing.
“Midtown. We’re supposed to be meeting Summers here, remember? Talking to him about that Xavier business that went down.”
“Crap….”Clint said, his eves adjusting to the sun. “…right, what time was that supposed to go down again?” he asked, trying not to vomit from his own stench.
“10 minutes ago Clint.” Cap said sternly.
“Of course….” Clint said. “Look, I kinda smell like Spider-Man at the moment. “Let me grab a shower and I’ll meet you guys there. I’ll even foot the bill.” He said, hanging up, before Steve had a chance to respond.
“A dumpster huh?” Scott asked, nursing a cup of coffee.
“The more things change….” Steve replied, cracking a grin. “Anyway, good seeing you Scott, it’s been far too long since we’ve actually sat down and talked without the world ending around us.” He added. “How’s Ms. Frost doing?”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of the later Captain.” Scott replied. “And Emma’s doing the best she could be doing all things considering. Between the Xavier business and Jean’s return, she’s……she’s hanging in there.” he answered.
“She’s lucky to have you Scott.” Captain America reassured him. “Not too many people would have given a member of the Hellfire Club a second chance like the X-men did. Especially a member who use to date Tony Stark.”
That managed to get a laugh from Cyclops. “True….and I’m lucky to have her too. It’s also a huge relief to being seeing someone Wolverine’s not trying to sleep with every 5 minutes.”
Steve smiled and shook his head. “Logan’s an incredible soldier….but very set in his way.”
“You have no idea….” Scott added, eyeing the menu. “So when do you want to get this talk under ways?”
Steve sighed. “Believe you me, I would have settle for a phone call. But Tony and Fury want someone from SHIELD present….”
“You’re implying that this diner isn’t crawling with undercover SHIELD agents….” Scott shot back.
“And I’m sure Emma’s not monitoring this conversation telepathically.” Steve countered.
“She says hi by the way.” Scott smirked.
The 2 continued to banter and small talk for another 20 or so minutes, before Clint showed up. Wearing a purple zip up hoodie and black jeans, the Archer took a seat next to Captain America in the booth.
“Morin’ gents. Sorry for running late. You okay Scott?” Barton asked, as Cyclops squinted.
“Yeah….Emma’s screaming in my head…..looks like we have a visitor at the School?” he replied.
“Everything cool?” Clint asked.
“Magneto.” Cyclops replied.
Clint rolled his eyes. “Oh good, I’m sure that won’t complicate things.” He sighed.
