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Clint Barton || MCU || Reserved

[personal profile] bettercallit 2015-06-01 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Player Information

Name: Emma
Age: 29
Contact Info: [plurk.com profile] specificity
Other Characters: N/A

Character Information

Name: Clint Barton
Canon: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Canon Point: Pre Avengers: Age of Ultron (post everything else)
Background Link: "Well, I see better from a distance." / "You and I remember Budapest very differently." / "None of this makes any sense."
Inventory:
✘ S.H.I.E.L.D. specially customised Hawkeye uniform.
✘ S.H.I.E.L.D. customised collapsible recurve bow with laser aim, and connecting quiver, which can function together to pick out different trick arrows as and when he requires them.
✘ S.H.I.E.L.D. I.D. badge/card.
✘ Wallet with a few cards, notes, and coins in, but, more importantly, photos of his family and close friends that he keeps with him always.
✘ Specially customised dark glasses that help shield from all problem areas in differing environments in order to get the best shot.
✘ A communications device in order to report to and check in with the team.
✘ A cell phone.
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Clint Barton || MCU || Reserved

[personal profile] bettercallit 2015-06-01 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Personality:
Who is Clint Barton? Well, that's a good question. He gives so little of himself away, but, in doing so, he's also putting enough out there to pick up on and piece a picture of him together if someone were to stop and analyse him long enough.

On the outside, Clint appears to be quiet, reserved, and sarcastic with a dry sense of humour. He’s a man of few words, but he makes them count when he does have something to put across, and as he makes himself blend into the background, going unnoticed more than he really needs to, he hears and sees so much more than people give him credit for, allowing him an advantage in some situations in knowing more than he ought to and letting him craftily be overlooked; he knows how to play it just right to work a situation to turn in his favour. He’s in full control of himself, perhaps to the point of being considered anti-social by some and a stick in the mud by others, but it helps him to get the job done and keep himself in check, and it’s what he relies on to survive from day to day, never quite taking it for granted that, if he allows himself to spiral out of control, then things could be a lot worse. His tight jawed comments, especially when enraged in the face of his enemies, are somehow far more threatening and carry the promise of a deadlier side than if he were to openly fly off the handle; he’s there for one reason and one reason only, and he’s determined to achieve it by taking out the intended target so that the world is better off for it and not lose focus by giving in to his emotions – those can always wait until later. Well, unless it's the rage of either himself or someone else being wronged beyond reason by someone, which he will use as fuel to add to his determination.

Clint is so much more than merely another field agent working for S.H.I.E.L.D. as both a soldier and a spy, the former more than the latter, and a master assassin at that. He comes with a rare skill set and an uncanny talent, which puts him up there with some of the world’s best, and adding to that the fact he favours the Palaeolithic bow and arrow as his preferred weapon makes him both unique and irreplaceable in ways that most take for granted. But he never appears to be anything but modest about it, comfortable enough with his abilities to work alongside those who are superhuman and/or have superpowers, people he no doubt looks up to and respects, admires in his own way, and yet still not consider himself good enough to actually be one of them. He is human, of course, with limitations because of it, but he’s got talent that most people could only dream of, and he prides himself on maintaining it, on building it and pushing himself above and beyond in order to push those limits and be good enough to fight with them if not be part of their circle. He knows he’s a mere mortal, easy to break and sway, but he comes with such fight, a passion to be good and to do the right thing, even if he does make and stick to his own morale code, at least he’s grounded, he knows where he is, and he shrugs off temptation wherever it lies, never straying from himself and the loyalty he puts in those who believe in him enough to give him the chance and opportunity to be kept around. He'll have their backs covered as long as he possibly can.

Adding a touch of Marvel 616 canon to his character in order to fill in the background that will never be touched on, Clint comes across as a complex character, but he's straightforward if everything is taken into account. He doesn't trust easily, but having grown up with a drunken, abusive father, a mother who didn't have the means to protect him, and a brother who used him at every possible opportunity, it's hardly hardly unexpected that opening up and laying himself bare for others is something he’s learnt to avoid, keeping himself hidden away where no one can find him, to guard himself from being used and abused again is his approach to people; he’s come too far, and fought too hard to let anyone in to tear apart what he’s made of himself. If he trusts someone, they need to realise that it’s a privilege that not too many get with him, and that they’ve earned the honour, because it’s easier to break that than to find it. And he's seen enough of the world and everything in it to realise how people work, that as much as he wants to believe in them, there's a lot of people out there who lay others out on their own boards and move the pieces around; he doesn't want to be one of those pieces, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure other innocents don't find themselves there, either.

Master assassin with perfect aim and the best training in covert affairs aside, Clint’s biggest and best weapon in his arsenal is sarcasm. He can shrug off everything and anything that hurts him, push his emotions aside to deal with at a later date if they're not useful to the current situation, if at all, and go with the flow of whatever decides to throw itself at him. But without the light-hearted sarcasm to cover everything with, he would be so much more vulnerable and exposed. It allows him to appear confident, to cover up what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling, and unless someone happens to be skilled in reading between the lines, it gets him by, even makes him come off as a huge dick at times. But he does what he needs to in order to take him from one day to the next, and if he’s not enjoying life, picking out the small things and entertaining himself with them, then what’s the point? He might struggle when it comes to socialising and being himself, living in a world of secrets and lies that S.H.E.I.E.L.D. brings, but he makes his presence known in other ways. He throws out sarcastic yet playful comments, he occasionally goes out of his way to play pranks on his fellow agents, and, if someone happens to be lucky enough to experience it, he knows how to have a damn good time and throws a hell of a party. People can say what they want about him, but he knows how to play to a crowd if he so chooses, even if those moments are few and far between. He's no doubt worn so many different personas over the years on S.H.I.E.L.D. missions, but where someone might lose themselves amongst the characters and roles that they play, he only finds himself that much more in amongst all the chaos; he knows exactly who he is, what he is, and he answers to the decisions he makes and actions he takes, because the job aside, he's not that important, just another guy trying to roll with the punches and make it to tomorrow, even if that occasionally means putting his life on the line to do it while saving the world from unspeakable evils without much in the way of credit.

Director Fury


Clint is in serious mode when he interacts with Fury on screen, proving that he takes his job seriously and pays more attention than people realise, and he shows as much respect for the man as he’s willing to openly express, carrying on the conversation in a civilised fashion, even when he’s being slightly spoken down to, pushed to do a better job the way Fury speaks to all of his agents that he thinks are good enough to do better. He also shows to Fury that he’s smarter than he makes himself appear to others, taking the bait, but not rising to it, as he explains how doors open from both sides, an aspect that the Director himself didn’t seem to consider until it’s pointed out, and, apparently, too late. But, comparing this interaction between the two of them to what happens in the companion comic, Clint can be relaxed around him, as if the two are close enough to be friends, and he’s also freely able to joke playfully, comfortable in his presence. Loki even calls him up on how he failed to kill Fury, stating that he admires the man, and Clint admits that, even though he isn’t at his best with a gun and that everything was confusing after the mind control first took hold, his loyalty to S.H.I.E.L.D. and in turn to Fury is what kept him from carrying out the task sufficiently, plus the fact that he never misses a target unless he means to backs it up.

Agent Phil Coulson


Not including Natasha, Clint appears to have a close relationship with Coulson in a way he does with few others, working or otherwise, and there’s apparent trust there not only for one of them to have the back of the other, but also for him to guide him true with his orders and for Clint to, however loosely, interpret them as he chooses, which we see in their brief scene together in Thor. Coulson doesn’t appear worried that Clint is the one pushing for a decision one way or the other, declaring it a last chance before he calls it himself, because he knows he won’t take the shot unless it’s a last resort. S.H.I.E.L.D. might be many things, but this shows a trait in Clint that other agents might not share; he’s not willing to pull the trigger unless there’s no other option without putting more people at risk, and, with what we saw of Thor, Clint didn’t have any good reason to act first and worry about the consequences later. In The Avengers, after Clint is compromised, Coulson is the one who calls Natasha up and informs her of this, perhaps because he’s one of the higher levels in security at S.H.I.E.L.D. and is initially in charge of putting the team together, but more than likely it’s because the two of them trust him, have worked directly beneath him at one point or another, possibly he was their S.O. or C.O. as Strike Team Delta, and Coulson’s endless patience and ability to smile his way through a situation no matter how dire is probably one of the things that held the three of them together, as it's a trait they all seem to carry; it’s easy to assume that people lose patience with Clint easily, especially with his way of approaching things and his sarcastic and often cheeky attitude to life, but Coulson shows trust in him, for him to wait for his order, and for him to trust his own judgement besides with the privilege of it being taken into consideration for the end result.

Natasha Romanoff


There is no doubt that Natasha and Clint are as close as two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. with backgrounds such as theirs can be, and there are hints at a fair amount of history there between the two of them. There is footage on one of the monitors that shows the two of them fighting alongside each other, swift and sufficient, working like a well-oiled machine, and always coming as a team when the big stuff goes down. They joke about previous battles, no doubt a running joke between them to keep up morale and reassure one another that they’ve got each other’s backs. Natasha is the one who goes to seek Clint out on the Hellicarrier, the one who figures out a good knock to the head is the way to bring him back, and the one who goes to speak with Loki to make a plea for his whereabouts, even if it’s also to find out his next play, she gives away enough to let it show that Clint means a lot to her. And she’s also the one who stays with him while all hell breaks loose around them, easing him back and offering comfort the only way that she knows how; significant glances and unspoken words, a secret language that only the two of them know from years of fighting side-by-side. Clint, unsurprisingly, doesn’t appreciate having someone push everything he is aside to make way for something else, something he doesn’t recognise, and something that’s added a lot more blood to his already stained hands. He attempts to ask her how many people he’s killed, but she refuses to let him do it, to take the guilt of what wasn’t within his control, even though it’s obviously not something he’s ever going to forget. He feels every life he takes, especially the innocent lives that get caught in the cross-fire, and whether he knows it’s his fault or not, he’ll blame himself for it; if he could control whatever it was that had a hold of him enough not to kill Fury, he’ll probably wonder why he couldn’t extend it to others just because he didn’t know them personally.

But Natasha will always keep him in check, help him to focus on what he can change and forget what he can’t; they balance each other out, constantly paying their debts to each other, and, if Natasha has any say in it, using it as the reason to keep each other around because a debt should always be paid. Clint, on the other hand, never gets an opportunity to express his view on their partnership, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t; their shared looks speak volumes and bond them in ways no one else will ever truly be able to understand. He reels her in when she goes too far afield, and she pushes him on when he's held back by the ghosts that haunt him.

The Avengers


Clint doesn’t get much of a chance to interact with the team unlike the rest of them, being thrown in at the last minute to fight in the big battle, but if it bothers him then it doesn’t show. He doesn’t speak much to them unless it’s necessary, taking orders from Captain America, who he appears to respect as a whole, and calling out things as he sees them from his vantage point. He takes the ridiculous names that Tony throws at him, mocking, but taking Stark’s own personal brand of respect and acceptance, a trait he can relate to if it were toned down a notch or two; putting enough trust in Steve to follow his command, to rely on him to both give and take plays, to allow himself to be taken under his wing; he doesn’t comment on Bruce appearing, which could be taken badly, but if he had objections he would express them, so the man who turns into a giant green ball of rage is clearly yet another thing he’s willing to shrug off and go with the flow of, and, of course, he plays off Natasha whenever he gets the chance, a working relationship in combat that might, with time and patience, form between him and the rest of the team. But he will, no doubt, take the longest to adjust and feel part of the team rather than an outsider getting a moment on the inside, least of all because he’s only human and doesn’t possess a power as such, because even Stark has his genius and his money to offer, but because he needs to work his way into things with caution, to protect himself until he knows he’s good. He'll have their backs, as he know they'll have is, because they need each other as a team to take down the enemy, but he'll be quite happy to do that from the sidelines, keeping watch until he's needed, and, when he is, he'll be there to sweep through casually and deal with the situation as he sees fit.

All in all, Clint's done and seen a lot of things, and he's quick to adjust to circumstances, if not always socially, then at least environmentally. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are trained and ready to go into any situation, whether it be rain or shine, desert or snow, he'll have enough knowledge to at least get him by with the basics, plus he's good at improvising, so if any tricky situation arises he'll always be able to come up with something one way or another. He makes things work, no matter how dire, and although he might not like a lot of what he's had to deal with, he does, anyway, because it's what he does, not just as a job, because he's sacrificed too much for it to just be that, but because he wants - needs - to make a difference, to help people who aren't in the position to help themselves. He's an Avenger, through and through, and he'll no doubt carry on saving the world with the most ridiculous people possible until he no longer can; it's not something he can simply walk away from for long.
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Clint Barton || MCU || Reserved

[personal profile] bettercallit 2015-06-01 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Flavor Abilities:
As as a mortal, Clint doesn't possess any advanced abilities or superpowers, but he is one hell of a marksman with an uncanny ability to never miss a target once he's got it in his sights, so anything that involves projectiles, he'll be on it. His day job aside, it opens up a lot of opportunities to impress people with his party tricks, just, avoid placing bets, because he'll always win.


Suitability:
Well, if provisions run low, and provided he has access to a bow and arrows, then he can hunt. And, of course, if there are wildlife creatures to be hunted. He'll not be great in the terrain, because, well, so much snow, but he'll know how to survive in it, to adapt to it, so he'll have that on his side, if nothing else. He has military-like training that covers all terrain and basic survival skills, and he's been around long enough to have picked up additional things to get him by. Plus, he'll be all for helping others, if their paths' cross, so he can pass on what he knows, and that's safe to do, to help the others stranded with him as far as making sure there's food to get them by, ways to keep warm and cook, hunting for protection as well as provisions, enough first-aid knowledge to help any wounded.

He's quick, strong, and fast, and he knows how to think on his feet, so dealing with threats is something he'll be able to manage well enough. And he's had insight, as well as experience, into having his mind messed around with, so he'll have the advantage of instinct on when to stop and pause before acting if it comes to mind games, though, he is only human, and he doesn't consider himself an expert, so even he can be fooled. Probably not twice, though.

He'll know how to suffer, from hunger to suffering through the cold, and pushing through with injuries, because he's made it far enough to get to fight alongside people like Captain America and Thor, Iron Man and the Hulk, and his partner in crime, the Black Widow, and without the abilities and advantages that they have, something led him there, whether it be his determination or ability to push himself to the extremes in order to be able to keep up, whatever it is, it's enough. And he'll do anything to out-live, and, hopefully, out-smart whoever's doing this to them in order to make it back to his people, as well as the others there with him, and if he can't get them back, then he'll do whatever it takes to help keep them alive and as safe as they can be, even if it is just keeping them company over the network so they don't get cabin fever.

Tying in with that, he'll look on at as an adventure, as another mission where there are civilians in the mix to be lead to safety and protected until that can happen. He'll get somewhat of a thrill out of it, no matter how miserable, because no S.H.I.E.L.D. agent could do what they do without that in their blood, reaching out with a sense of adventure, another hurdle to work around. He's experienced the unusual, impossible, unbelievable, he's battled aliens and been possessed by a demi-god controlling his every move, and he lives to tell the tale, so a load of snow shouldn't be too hard to figure out. Right?
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Clint Barton || MCU || Reserved

[personal profile] bettercallit 2015-06-01 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
RP Samples:

Network:
[ He starts the feed a little prematurely, as he turns the device around so it's face him rather than the opposite wall, and there's sounds of shuffling as he perches himself on the side of his bed, leaning forward all the better to be seen. ]

Well, we've been here a few weeks, now, and it got me thinking. We've all got something to bring to the table, right? Doesn't matter how small or insignificant it seems, everyone's got something that'll get some use made out of it somewhere.

So, I figure, why don't we all pool our knowledge. You know, pass on advice across these things? It'll kill time, and, hopefully, save lives. So, what, we've got hunters and trackers, right? People who know what to gather and where to look for it, stuff that could be edible or used as medicine. Everyone knows some form of first-aid, seems like everywhere we come from does it different, so why not cover all our bases? And then there's stuff that'll help with the boredom when it's quiet. Like I said, doesn't have to sound big or clever to be useful, everyone's got something to contribute.

How about we all get thinking, huh? Make a list. There might be stuff we've forgot or not used for a while, but that's there if we try to dig it up.

[ He leans back, so he's more comfortable, with his back against the wall and his head looking up at the ceiling, away from the camera, as he thinks himself. And then he huffs, an amused sound, as he looks back. ]

Figure we can swap stories, too, you know? Keep each other sane. Got a few that'd have people checking under their beds at night. [ As if considering that, he makes a face, and then shrugs. ] Guess not those ones. But between us, there's enough to get us through this a while longer.

[ He's got plenty that, if he edited out all the highly classified parts, could make for good stories, and then there's Stark, a week with him and there's enough there alone to last. And, besides, who're these people going to tell? Then again, it's highly plausible there's people watching them all, listening to their every word; if this is a test, that's one thing, but if it's a set-up, a way to get information out of people they can use or sell? He doesn't want to be the one that destroys the world, so he'll consider his every word carefully. ]

Well, give it some thought, yeah? If we all pitch in, do our bit, then there's a good chance of us all making it through this. And, uh, if anyone's feeling the isolation weighing in? Reach out to someone. That someone can be me, if there's no one else offering.

Guess that's it, really. Sure I'll let you guys know when there's something else I've been thinking too long on.

[ With a mock salute, Clint switches off the feed. ]


Log:
There had been word of what would happen if anyone of the captives were to remain in the same location for longer than the captors cared for. But, Clint being Clint, he had to test this, to experience it for himself, to see if there might be the chance of learning anything from it, some form of escape.

Still, he never expected it to hit this quickly, or as hard as it appeared to be.

He was restless, twitchy, constantly checking out of the windows and positioning his arms as if he were holding an invisible bow before he remembered he didn't have it with him. He lost count of how many times he attempted to reach for a gun that was no longer sitting in its holster.

The others, he felt as if he had to protect them, but he wasn't entirely sure from what, and he kept questioning them and their motives.

"What if they brought me here," he muttered, as he paced backwards and forwards around the living room. "Took me from my family and friends, left them vulnerable while they keep me busy." He froze, then, staring out of the window without even trying to conceal the action, because the one thought he couldn't bear occurred to him. "They might've put me here, out of the way, so they can kill my people."

He leapt into action, then, throwing open the front door, still trying to reach for guns and arrows that weren't there. He scanned the area, snow covering for miles each and every way, and no way around it except to go through it. This he knew, this he was used to, and he was adjusting to it better than some - better than even he expected. And as he marched on, driving forward, hunting for his prey, he barely even noticed the cold or the wet penetrating what clothes he had on. He had to find them, all the others, who were playing a part, pretending to be held here against their will with no recollection of what was happening; he had to find them, and he had to kill them, before they killed anyone he cared about.

It happened all at once, the paranoia reaching insane proportions, and then suddenly spilling over to the point where he stopped dead in his tracks, tracks which he hadn't even bothered to cover so no one could follow his trail - it was possible the snow would cover it back over, if he was lucky enough. But right there, laid out before him in the snow, blood red staining its pure surface, was Fury, his coat sprawled out in an unruly fashion, his eye patch knocked askew. He acted before he realised what he was doing, bending down in the depths of the cold whiteness to check for a pulse, find out where the blood was coming from. But it was no good; he was dead. He was too late, and if Fury was out, then his levels of hopefulness were quickly diminishing.

He pushed himself on, more frantically, now, eyes flitting this way and that, unable to contain themselves, and then he came across another body. No, two bodies. Their faces were blue with cold, lips purple, and their limbs in unnatural positions. The bright red hair, though, that was hard to misplace, and the suit, with its tie frozen solid, and the gentle yet dangerous expression forever held in time - Natasha and Phil. He had failed them, too, not been quick enough, clever enough, to work all this out sooner, to reach them in time, and without any of his former team in play, what chance did he have of making it out alive?

Still, there were others, more people that could be hurt, so he kept going, forcing his stiff, trembling legs to keep moving forward, one effort-filled step at a time through the masses of snow.

And then he stopped altogether, dropping helpless to his knees, because what he saw, now, it broke him. The Avengers, all of them, sprawled out across the open expanses of snow, surrounding him, and there, his wife and children, all dead, all hope lost with them.

He couldn't move, at least not until it happened. The limbs of the dead began to twitch, creak in their froze fashion, and all of them closing in on him. They were slow, but he couldn't move, had no real reason to; if they were going to take him with them, then he had no objections. Everything was lost. There was no one left to protect, no future to fight for without them to reap the benefits; he had no reason at all but to remain there and let them devour him.

"Guess sorry's not gonna cut this one, huh?" He sounded sad, devoid of any real emotion, as if he were numb to it all, really, like it's something he had been waiting to happen, but praying the day would never come. "Figured I could do it, you know? Be one of the good guys, putting myself out there, fighting at the top with the real heroes. Turns out I wasn't cut out for it, after all."

Each of the frozen and bloody corpses were closing in on him, and now they were beginning to speak, harsh and obstructed, but still intelligible.

Clint merely laughed, falling forward until his hands buried themselves into the snow to catch himself. But he trembled where he was.

"You're right, I know you are. No idea what I was thinking. What's a guy like me really got to offer, huh? When there's guys out there with their special abilities, and, me, what've I got? Got good aim, there's that. And I never miss. But what's there to miss if you don't see the target coming? Should've caught it sooner, realised before now what they were planning. Instead I failed you all, let the team down."

He closed his eyes and let them box him in, let them attack from all sides, and he could feel every chunk that was ripped out of him, screamed against his better judgement, but he let it happen. And when he thought it was all over, when he thought he could keep his eyes closed and finally rest, he found them thrown open, nothing but snow all around with no red decorating it, no familiar faces looking on at him accusingly. And he was running; he didn't know why, what caused him to keep charging forward, throwing snow up in his wake, or where he was even going, but he knew there was somewhere he had to be.

He supposed he would keep going until he found where that place was. After all, if ever there were answers to be had, the only real way to find them is if he went out and searched for them himself.
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ACCEPTED

[personal profile] snowblindmods 2015-06-02 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
Congratulations, you’ve been accepted into [community profile] snowblindrpg! Your character’s tag will be clint barton (mcu). Your character will wake up at six AM on day 001 in a building on square R11. The description for this building is as follows:

A two-story A-frame house. The first floor has a living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms. The second floor has collapsed and is inaccessible. The house is rather plain, but at night when the wind blows through the rubble it sounds as if someone is moaning in pain just above the house.

Please reply to this comment with the journal you will be using for the game. After that, join [community profile] snowblindrpg, [community profile] snowblindooc, and optionally [community profile] snowblindmemes with your character journal. After that, reply to the taken character list and player contact list and make a top level thread for your character on the search page. If you have not replied to these lists within three days you will be removed from the game and will have to apply again.

Thank you for your interest in our game!
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[personal profile] bettercallit 2015-06-05 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
This will be the journal! :3
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