Clint Barton | Hawkeye (Earth-616)

Bakerstreet
TFLN. Nat (re: "Mike")

PenanceRP
August
L. He follows them [Event: Infernal Nightmares] (w. Nat)
P. | 1 | Lie but remember |
OOC. CR meme
OOC. Intro
OOC. Sins list
TDM. Okay… this looks bad.

[TBA]

OOC Info
Name: Merry
Age: >18
Contact: halflingmerry/PM this journal
Current Characters: Cassian Andor (Star Wars) [candor1]


IC Info

Name: Clinton Francis "Clint" Barton
Canon: Matt Fraction and David Aja's Hawkeye graphic novels; Marvel's Earth-616
Age: 31
Appearance: [Using Jason Hughes instead of Jeremy Renner to distinguish Earth-616 vers. from MCU] Cismale, 6'3", 230 lbs (104 kg), gray eyes, dark blond hair, compactly muscular (physique of an acrobat)
Canon Point: Post-Civil War II
Background: Wiki

Personality:
• affects flippancy even especially when having all the feels
• unfailing (if sometimes lame) sense of humor
• "looking out to right the type of wrongs superheroes don't usually get involved in" ^*
• self-deprecating
• asks all the questions, challenges authority
• kind, protective, and generous, especially to the most vulnerable
• has no patience and lots of anger for those who prey on the most vulnerable
• "take down" doesn't mean "kill". He's killed in war combat, and mercy killed when expressly requested (i.e. Hulk). But as a superhero/vigilante, he avoids it. "First thing it says on my dating profile - I don’t [take the lives of others]." ^*
• "He takes his chances to become a superhero. He get things done if someone he follows have to bend the rules and fight dirty." ^*

Weaknesses/Temptations: Depends on your definition of "sin", which (per his own sin list) Clint is ready to challenge and debate. Still, in the classical sense, sinful temptations:
• sex (he has a particular admiration for strong women)
• drinking (alcohol, coffee: mixing uppers and downers habitually)
• impatience in dealing with predators (see: cheating/fighting dirty; sometimes he just has no time for honorability—which is different than righteousness)
• his own temper and guilt, see previous bullet but also property damage and indirect self-harm

Sins:
1. assassination
2. manslaughter
3. assault / brawling
4. violence
5. vigilantism
6. theft
7. lying / deceit / fraud
8. cheating, fighting dirty
9. manipulation
10. property damage / vandalism
11. divorce
12. accessory to murder
13. depraved thoughts
14. conspiracy
15. substance abuse (alcohol, coffee)
16. guilt (application & indulgence)

Powers/Abilities: [Source for all] No supernatural/mutated powers.

Qualities that lend well to superheroism:
• extraordinary eyesight (more acute than normal humans)
• peak-level athleticism: classified as Olympic level, with exceptional strength (can pull his 250 lb. bow with ease), endurance (high-level pain and stress tolerance, can function for 42 hours without sleep), reflexes (not on superhuman level but are functionally superior to 98% of all normal human beings), speed, and stamina.
• smart and clever fighter (once defeated an elder of the universe with luck and quick thinking, outwitted Bucky Barnes in training)

Abilities/talents:
• master archer/marksman (near-perfect precision with any aimed or thrown weapon; can hurl objects with extreme speed and accuracy, both in direct aim and complicated rebounds/interactions; can hit targets without looking)
• expert acrobat (athletic person with natural agility, combined with training as an aerialist and acrobat)
• martial artist (trained by 616!Captain America)
• highly competent strategist, tactician, and field commander
• weapons proficiency (incredible reflexes and hand-eye coordination allow him to easily master most weapons; skilled with swords, knives, nunchukus, staffs, and is one of the few people to be able to properly handle Captain America's shield)
• Trilingual in English, Italian, and American Sign Language (has been deafened multiple times and lived without hearing for a while, though it was restored to him)
• (only non-canon one, but I think it makes sense: ) He can draw really well. Hey, he's got a good eye.

Items: custom-made bow, quick-release quiver, a number of specialty arrows and a combat knife ^*

SAMPLES

Network: [Several things have become instantly clear about Clint—to himself and quite possibly, in a moment, to whoever receives the transmission. First: he prefers thinking as a team activity. Second: he thrives (and secretly likes) when it challenges him. Third: he likes getting outside intended boundaries.

It starts with text.]

9.24-24.9.22 / 9 / 9.9-9-24.24-22

[S.H.I.E.L.D. recognition tactic. This one: standard alphanumeric conversion (9-14 / 1 / 2-1-20-5) expressed in Roman numerals (IX-XIV / I / II-I-XX-V transcribed I.X-X.I.V / I / I.I-I-X.X-V) themselves alphanumerically converted (9.24-24.9.22 / 9 / 9.9-9-24.24-22), whose translation was a falconry reference re: restraint. Simultaneously a status update, an identification, and a request for extraction.

Feed switches now to voice]

Ври, да помни.

[A commandment of Fury's in Nat's language. Lie, but remember.

And feed switches last to video. Clint adjusts to look down the barrel, out at whoever may be receiving, and offer the slightest of not-really-happy smiles.]

'We defy augury.'

[A temporospatial reference in hopes of synchronization/orientation, for whoever might recognize it; and yeah, a bit of cheek, even if you don't. That one's for Coulson.

He settles in to wait for response.]

Log: Penance TDM: Okay… this looks bad. (w. Billy Kaplan, Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Frank Barton)

Bonus: (rejected it as a Network sample, but here 'tis: )

[He's sleep-broadcasting, and not for the first time. Dozed off or otherwise unconscious, he must've rolled over and hit the button with his face. But that's okay 'cause now he's also sleep-talking, so it's worth your time, right?

It was probably pretty cold out. He'd stopped noticing. The rubble behind the garage poked through his taped-up shoes. It was good to feel, somehow. Something tangible. Something irrefutable. Something without judgment. He turned around to see that, yeah, his younger brother was behind him. Clint 11. Barney 10.

Barney was carrying a laden sock. It was full of the bullets to their dad's .22 rifle, which Clint had in his hand. He held out the empty hand toward the sock. Barney fumbled to open it and reached in like he was going to grab a handful of bullets. They both realized a moment before Clint said it that they'd only need two.

Barney handed them over; one, very deliberately, at a time. Clint loaded the rifle. Then, as they'd talked about, he gave it over to Barney and knelt down in front of him. That way, Barney didn't have to strain to touch the tip of the barrel to Clint's forehead.

Clint closed his eyes and waited for the cold and the hunger and the beatings to finally be done. He knew before he opened his eyes again that Barney was crying.

"I can't," sobbed Barney. "I can't do it."

Maybe that's why he'd been so calm, just then; Clint had known he wasn't about to get shot. It was his job, anyway. His job to take care of both of them. He got to his feet and held out his hand again.]

Then I'll do it.

[Barney almost dropped the rifle in handing it over. He didn't kneel. He stood small and shivering and totally trusting. Clint slowly raised the rifle, so carefully, barely touching his little brother's forehead. It would just take one pull. One pull to save him, free him, end all his pain. One pull for Barney, then one for himself. And surely after doing that to his brother, doing it for himself would be so easy. He slid his finger over the trigger.

With a slight snort, Clint woke up. Looked groggily at his device, looked horrified, then furious, then slammed it under his pillow.]