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Character name: Clint Barton/Hawkeye
Canon: Marvel Comics
Age: 37
Gift from Miss L: Protection for Kate Bishop as she is more than a thousand miles away and out of his immediate protection.
Powers and abilities: Clint is baseline human, but he is an elite archer, highly skilled in hand to hand combat, and an expert acrobat.
Personality: Clint is a flawed person, a bit commitment-phobic and prone to self-hatred, but he is also a deeply caring, loyal person who encourages people to figure out their best path and then go for it hard. He does not hold mistakes against people, having made a lot of them in his own life, and so he's very willing to listen even when someone might otherwise be written off.
Clint has a sense of humor that carries him through a lot of harsh situations. He can joke about his life, whether it's when he's falling off a building to end up in traction for several months, or that he falls into the 'orphan prodigy' trope category, or when little nuisances get in his way through the day (coffee burned? pants broke? car died? he'll just fondly grumble at them).
He knows he is very, very good at what he does. He is the world's best sharpshooter, and he wouldn't be able to 'cowboy around', as he puts it, with the Avengers if he wasn't. But he knows he's not perfect. He can dissect his mistakes as he makes them ("arm too high, shoulder too tense, going to miss this shot, etc.), and he is humble enough that he calls Kate Bishop--the other Hawkeye, and his best friend--'perfect' as he watches her save their lives using his exact same skillset.
He is overall a cheerful, friendly person who is admittedly a bit of a goof. He can strike up conversations with random people on the street, and sometimes those people are quick to adopt him into their lives, and sometimes those people turn out to be violent gangsters who spend the next year trying to kill him. It doesn't stop him from reaching out to anyone else, and though he's a man who really likes people and animals, he's capable of great violence to protect them. Kick a dog? He will beat the everloving hell out of you and then take that dog to the vet.
His relatively well-adjusted demeanor is counterweighted by impulsive, poor decision-making. He will rob the world's most wealthy criminals without a second thought, he will cheat on the girlfriend he struggled to commit to, he will follow his then-wife across the world just to hang around her then leave when something else comes up. These decisions then knock him into a spiral of depression and self-loathing which is only broken when a crisis shows up and he has adrenaline to keep him going. Then, of course, more impulsive decisions later, followed by depression and self-loathing. This is especially marked when he is deafened and Gil ends up dead because of him, with his whole apartment building now marked for death instead of simply eviction. While the injury was understandably difficult, it was the sense of failure that flattened him.
This all likely goes back to the fact that he and his brother, Barney, were severely abused by their father. After being orphaned, Clint was adopted into the unstable world of circus life--and a circus run by a master thief, at that. Later on when he was reunited with his brother, Barney only let him live so that he could fight him again someday.
He is deeply empathetic thanks to his upbringing, but it also has made him unable to form very many committed relationships, platonic or romantic, and though he continues to love his people he will also leave them or allow them to leave him without a word. Kate Bishop, the person he is arguably closest to, grows tired of his pattern of behavior and takes his beloved dog Lucky with her when she leaves; Clint says nothing about it.
At the same time, he readily gives chance after chance to people, notably the ones who hurt him. Clint readily accepted Barney into his life to help protect the people in his building around his canon point, and is unsurprised when Barney double-crosses him again. He even allowed his old mentor, the man who turned him into a criminal, back into his life for a time.
All of this paints a picture of a man who is simply doing his best in a world full of people with greater power than he will ever have, who loves the people affected by the madness of life with supervillains running rampant, and who views putting his life on the line for them as simply a day job.
Immediately prior to coming to Lovewater, he's going to realize how outnumbered by deadly gangsters his building and his neighbors are. He's already been attacked and deafened, his brother will already have been put in a wheelchair, and his friend Gil will have been murdered.
Reactions to Lovewater: Clint is accustomed to living in a city that is often under siege, so he will be on high alert, and then his caution will slowly take a back seat. He's going to be excited to live somewhere so peaceful, where he can learn to be better at connecting with people in more meaningful ways. He's going to attempt to build community the way he had at home: both with partners, and with friends welcome to join him in things like weekly barbecues and helping PC's and NPC's with their day to day concerns.
History: Comics history
Sample 1: [Clint had been a pacing, anxious wreck the day before he came here. He hadn't slept except fitfully, and now that he's here...
Well honestly he kind of loves it.]
You know, I've been a lot of places. I grew up in a circus- [a pause while he watches someone stroll by draped in fresh hemp ropes they've just bought from one of those wonderfully exotic stalls] -in a circus and I thought places this clean were all limited to places with a Disney Logo.
...Is that guy selling hotdog-shaped dildoes?
[A beat] Fine, maybe Disney's the wrong vibe.
Uh, so I don't check my messages a lot. I didn't have one of these things back home. Or any kind of cell phone. Or a computer. So if you're a technophobe too we'll probably gel pretty well. Figure I should try to make a couple contacts like me...
I'm Clint. Barton. From New York. I, uh, I moonlight as a superhero. No I'm kidding. No I'm not. I just bought myself a whole apartment complex, so I guess I'm a landowner now and I'm pretty handy with broken pipes and broken TV's... I'm going to miss the weekly barbecues my building has though, so if you like non-dildo hotdogs or ribs or whatever, hit me up, we'll grill. I'm a pretty good judge of cheap beer, too.
[And then he fumbles with how to turn the feed off, muttering to himself:] Barton, you goober, what are you even doi-
Sample 2: The nightlife here is unbelievable, especially to someone whose usual nightlife involves skulking around rooftops trying to offer long-distance support to those in mortal danger. He's never been to a real club without feeling awkward, but here?
No, he still feels deeply awkward. But he gets himself a can of beer and keeps drinking it after it's gone warm in his hand, because he's just enjoying walking through the park. Nowhere around him does he hear screams or horns honking, or the rumble of some explosion, or the savage mockery of yet another asshole with a superpower flexing their muscle over the little guys.
It's going to take some time to adjust. He's unnerved by the quiet, and he does kind of miss the reek of a hot New York summer day (there's a special junkyard smell to his neighborhood). It smells like clean air and green growing things here, and he can just picture his lungs expanding, all the secondhand smoke of his life getting breathed on out of him.
People smile back when he nods at them. How about that? He's used to women clutching their purses tighter, or scowling at him. He's used to men giving him a harsh side-eye. He's used to kids' blank, wary stares.
He feels a deep love for New York. It's his shithole home at the end of the day, but stepping out onto a patch of grass carefully manicured and more vibrant than anything that creeps up in the cracks of the sidewalks at home, he feels a surge of protective love for this place, too. He's instinctively suspicious of anything with the sort of power he's been told holds this place together, but he allows himself a tentative moment of relaxation. It's safe here and if he's very, very lucky he won't have to break himself open trying to save the peace here. Maybe for once the only danger will be the sticky, fragile relationships that form.
Yeah he'd almost rather brave something that answers only to arrows but if he's going to take a shot at being a decent guy, where better to try?
Contact(s): plurk: justghosts
Link to reserve: here
Character name: Clint Barton/Hawkeye
Canon: Marvel Comics
Age: 37
Gift from Miss L: Protection for Kate Bishop as she is more than a thousand miles away and out of his immediate protection.
Powers and abilities: Clint is baseline human, but he is an elite archer, highly skilled in hand to hand combat, and an expert acrobat.
Personality: Clint is a flawed person, a bit commitment-phobic and prone to self-hatred, but he is also a deeply caring, loyal person who encourages people to figure out their best path and then go for it hard. He does not hold mistakes against people, having made a lot of them in his own life, and so he's very willing to listen even when someone might otherwise be written off.
Clint has a sense of humor that carries him through a lot of harsh situations. He can joke about his life, whether it's when he's falling off a building to end up in traction for several months, or that he falls into the 'orphan prodigy' trope category, or when little nuisances get in his way through the day (coffee burned? pants broke? car died? he'll just fondly grumble at them).
He knows he is very, very good at what he does. He is the world's best sharpshooter, and he wouldn't be able to 'cowboy around', as he puts it, with the Avengers if he wasn't. But he knows he's not perfect. He can dissect his mistakes as he makes them ("arm too high, shoulder too tense, going to miss this shot, etc.), and he is humble enough that he calls Kate Bishop--the other Hawkeye, and his best friend--'perfect' as he watches her save their lives using his exact same skillset.
He is overall a cheerful, friendly person who is admittedly a bit of a goof. He can strike up conversations with random people on the street, and sometimes those people are quick to adopt him into their lives, and sometimes those people turn out to be violent gangsters who spend the next year trying to kill him. It doesn't stop him from reaching out to anyone else, and though he's a man who really likes people and animals, he's capable of great violence to protect them. Kick a dog? He will beat the everloving hell out of you and then take that dog to the vet.
His relatively well-adjusted demeanor is counterweighted by impulsive, poor decision-making. He will rob the world's most wealthy criminals without a second thought, he will cheat on the girlfriend he struggled to commit to, he will follow his then-wife across the world just to hang around her then leave when something else comes up. These decisions then knock him into a spiral of depression and self-loathing which is only broken when a crisis shows up and he has adrenaline to keep him going. Then, of course, more impulsive decisions later, followed by depression and self-loathing. This is especially marked when he is deafened and Gil ends up dead because of him, with his whole apartment building now marked for death instead of simply eviction. While the injury was understandably difficult, it was the sense of failure that flattened him.
This all likely goes back to the fact that he and his brother, Barney, were severely abused by their father. After being orphaned, Clint was adopted into the unstable world of circus life--and a circus run by a master thief, at that. Later on when he was reunited with his brother, Barney only let him live so that he could fight him again someday.
He is deeply empathetic thanks to his upbringing, but it also has made him unable to form very many committed relationships, platonic or romantic, and though he continues to love his people he will also leave them or allow them to leave him without a word. Kate Bishop, the person he is arguably closest to, grows tired of his pattern of behavior and takes his beloved dog Lucky with her when she leaves; Clint says nothing about it.
At the same time, he readily gives chance after chance to people, notably the ones who hurt him. Clint readily accepted Barney into his life to help protect the people in his building around his canon point, and is unsurprised when Barney double-crosses him again. He even allowed his old mentor, the man who turned him into a criminal, back into his life for a time.
All of this paints a picture of a man who is simply doing his best in a world full of people with greater power than he will ever have, who loves the people affected by the madness of life with supervillains running rampant, and who views putting his life on the line for them as simply a day job.
Immediately prior to coming to Lovewater, he's going to realize how outnumbered by deadly gangsters his building and his neighbors are. He's already been attacked and deafened, his brother will already have been put in a wheelchair, and his friend Gil will have been murdered.
Reactions to Lovewater: Clint is accustomed to living in a city that is often under siege, so he will be on high alert, and then his caution will slowly take a back seat. He's going to be excited to live somewhere so peaceful, where he can learn to be better at connecting with people in more meaningful ways. He's going to attempt to build community the way he had at home: both with partners, and with friends welcome to join him in things like weekly barbecues and helping PC's and NPC's with their day to day concerns.
History: Comics history
Sample 1: [Clint had been a pacing, anxious wreck the day before he came here. He hadn't slept except fitfully, and now that he's here...
Well honestly he kind of loves it.]
You know, I've been a lot of places. I grew up in a circus- [a pause while he watches someone stroll by draped in fresh hemp ropes they've just bought from one of those wonderfully exotic stalls] -in a circus and I thought places this clean were all limited to places with a Disney Logo.
...Is that guy selling hotdog-shaped dildoes?
[A beat] Fine, maybe Disney's the wrong vibe.
Uh, so I don't check my messages a lot. I didn't have one of these things back home. Or any kind of cell phone. Or a computer. So if you're a technophobe too we'll probably gel pretty well. Figure I should try to make a couple contacts like me...
I'm Clint. Barton. From New York. I, uh, I moonlight as a superhero. No I'm kidding. No I'm not. I just bought myself a whole apartment complex, so I guess I'm a landowner now and I'm pretty handy with broken pipes and broken TV's... I'm going to miss the weekly barbecues my building has though, so if you like non-dildo hotdogs or ribs or whatever, hit me up, we'll grill. I'm a pretty good judge of cheap beer, too.
[And then he fumbles with how to turn the feed off, muttering to himself:] Barton, you goober, what are you even doi-
Sample 2: The nightlife here is unbelievable, especially to someone whose usual nightlife involves skulking around rooftops trying to offer long-distance support to those in mortal danger. He's never been to a real club without feeling awkward, but here?
No, he still feels deeply awkward. But he gets himself a can of beer and keeps drinking it after it's gone warm in his hand, because he's just enjoying walking through the park. Nowhere around him does he hear screams or horns honking, or the rumble of some explosion, or the savage mockery of yet another asshole with a superpower flexing their muscle over the little guys.
It's going to take some time to adjust. He's unnerved by the quiet, and he does kind of miss the reek of a hot New York summer day (there's a special junkyard smell to his neighborhood). It smells like clean air and green growing things here, and he can just picture his lungs expanding, all the secondhand smoke of his life getting breathed on out of him.
People smile back when he nods at them. How about that? He's used to women clutching their purses tighter, or scowling at him. He's used to men giving him a harsh side-eye. He's used to kids' blank, wary stares.
He feels a deep love for New York. It's his shithole home at the end of the day, but stepping out onto a patch of grass carefully manicured and more vibrant than anything that creeps up in the cracks of the sidewalks at home, he feels a surge of protective love for this place, too. He's instinctively suspicious of anything with the sort of power he's been told holds this place together, but he allows himself a tentative moment of relaxation. It's safe here and if he's very, very lucky he won't have to break himself open trying to save the peace here. Maybe for once the only danger will be the sticky, fragile relationships that form.
Yeah he'd almost rather brave something that answers only to arrows but if he's going to take a shot at being a decent guy, where better to try?
