Celebrity Claim- Justin Hartley
Clinton Francis BartonNicknames/Aliases-
idk fucking old
31Date of Birth-
Clint, for the most part, is a man who enjoys keeping to himself, he enjoys an evening in and prefers it to being out in a large crowd. Because of the way that he was raised, he has an intense desire to always stick up for the underdogs. He cares little about someone's background or history instead desiring to go with who they are now, it can potentially get him into some tricky situations but overall it makes him a better friend.
While Clint is a team player and can often find himself in the middle of a group, he refuses to blindly follow the leader and values his autonomy more than he values being part of the group. He would rather risk being ostracized then go against his own morals, not that he even has strict morals just that he had lines he won't cross. He would hit a woman if she deserved it but would never strike someone he thought was innocent. Clint also hates things like Ponzi schemes, because while it seems like a victimless crime because no one was physically hurt, he has seen the sort of damage they actually do to someone who loses everything because of it.
Hawkeye is also a man who values honesty, he would rather someone honestly tell him that they gambled away this months rent instead of making promise after promise they will have it in a few days. Not that he will allow anyone to live rent-free at his place, but if anyone was ever honest enough to outright tell him the truth he’d take a partial payment.Likes-
- His bow
- good whiskey
- the color purple
- Pineapple on Pizza
- High pitched noises
- windy days
- gendered clothing
- Athletic- Clint trains hard, keeping himself in peak physical condition.
- Positive- No matter how hard his life has gotten, he's always worked hard to stay positive and is rather optimistic.
- Cooking- Because he lived out on his own from a young age, Clint taught himself to cook and while he is no pro, no one who comes for dinner is ever disappointed.
- Selective Deafness- While Clint does have hearing loss, he is known to ignore someone he doesn't want to speak to and pretend that he can't hear them.
- Workaholic- Clint never likes to just sit and be still, even when he's relaxing watching TV he will fletch arrows to keep his hands busy.
- Monochrome- There are only certain colors that Clint likes to wear, and his outfits are almost always the exact same thing.
N/ADescription- Limits-Skills & Abilities-
Archer- Without a doubt, Clints best skill is his archery skills. He trained shooting from a young age and took to it with ease, but it was not only natural talent that took him to greatness. Part of it was because he wanted a way to make quick money and part of it was because archery was the first thing he was genuinely good at so he worked very hard so that he could be the best. He can hit a target from 300 meters away with little trouble and is very good at trick shots.
Marksman- While he would not consider himself a master marksman, Clint can be lethal with nearly anything small enough to be thrown. Understanding how to best hit his target in any situation makes him able to use most weapons with ease, he prefers a bow over a rifle but he is nearly just as deadly with the rifle.
Acrobatics- Starting in his teenage years at the circus, Clint spent time learning how to do acrobatics to keep in good shape, this led to a short career as an aerialist. Eventually, he combined his highflying act with his archery, so over the years, he’d learned how to accurately shoot while hanging/dangling from any number of things. Also, Clint is very good at parkour, in his years living in New York, he’s become quite good at running from rooftop to rooftop to get around.
Fighter- Originally intending to learn self-defense, martial arts soon became a passion. Clint has taken classes in any type of martial arts he's come across and has even taken up at a boxing gym in his neighborhood. While he tends to fight dirty he is still a formidable combatant, able to hold his own against anyone who might sneak up on him.
Tri-Lingual- Clint speaks English, Italian, and is fluent in ASL.
Butcher- Not something that Clint often talks about, but because he spent his formative years in his parent's butcher shop he can actually properly break down any manner of animal that he could hunt for. Plus he knows how to make all manner of charcuterie, he won't bring it up on a first date but he can make a mean charcuterie board and always knows the perfect wine to pair it with.
While Clint most often is found wearing old jeans and a plain colored tee-shirt there is more to the boring dresser then what his appearance would imply. He is a large man who takes good care of his body, working out daily in different ways. Yet the most surprising thing physically about Clint is that while he looks a bit like a ken-doll he is actually quite lithe and agile.
Clint has a small patch of discolored skin on the inside of his forearm from when he shot a longbow without wearing an arm guard, it was hideous when it first happened but over time the scar has faded and grown soft so only just the odd color is left. Other then that anyone could usually find hawkeye with various bandages covering his fingers, some to protect his hands while he's shooting and others to cover the various papercut like injuries he’s received while fletching his arrows. He is also quite known to be sporting several bruises, because of the care he gives to his body he does not often get seriously injured but he does still wear his bruises with pride.
Plus Clint is the sort who finds no need to be ashamed in how he looks, a bit too baby-faced to really be a looker, and because he has no shame he finds no issue with going out somewhere fancy with a terrible looking black eye.Gear-
-Various archery equipment depending on the situation; including high tech compound bows, a few longbows, and whatever kind of arrows he can make himself. These include Smoke Bomb arrows, whisler/noisemaker arrows, explosive arrows, grappling hook arrows.
-Body Armor: it's expensive, but Clint has bought a few stab proof and bullet proof vests. It is not the most comfortable idea ever but if a bit of kevlar can keep something from being fatal then he is all for it.Additional Information-
It is not something that Clint really ever talks about in depth, but he is actually hard of hearing. It's a mix of damage from childhood trauma and someone who did not always wear the proper safety precautions, that has not only damaged Clint’s hearing but given him a pretty bad case of tinnitus. He can hear okay when it comes to ambient noises but he often thinks someone is calling his name, he also struggles with people's voices, so it is a safe bet to assume that if Clint can’t see you then he has no idea what you’re saying. He took up sign language and lip reading because he is fairly sure that his hearing will deteriorate as he ages.
Waverly IowaImmediate Family-
Parents- Harold & Edith Barton (deceased), Brother- Barney BartonOthers-
Lucky Barton - formerly known as Arrow, and sometimes answering to Pizza Dog (because you simply can't leave a slice of pizza unattended around this mutt without him eating it) is the one-eyed golden retriever that he rescued from harm and ultimately caused him to say in the city.
Other then Lucky Clint does not have anyone really to note at the moment, he is close to several of the people who live in his building but tries to keep from making friends with the people he works with. That includes both legal and less than legal ‘work’.History-
Clint was born the second son of Harold and Edith Barton and some of his earliest memories are of early mornings in his father's butcher shop. His favorite part was always getting to help make the day’s sausages, if he did well he’d get to take a pair of fresh sausages upstairs for his mother to make for him and his brother for breakfast.
If he did poorly…
Put plainly his father was a frightening man when he was upset, he expected the best from his two boys and often times just something as simple as not doing a good enough job making a sausage could result in a smack across the head. His father believed in a corporal punishment, letting his wife and anyone who managed to catch sight of his heavy-handed ways that his young boys needed a swift kick sometimes. While sober his father could be somewhat believed, his tactics resulted in two well-behaved children who worked hard in both their studies and their jobs in the butcher shop. The issue was when Harold got drunk, he was an angry and violent drunk. To make matters worse Clint usually suffered the worst of his father's abuse, the drunken man always seemed to forget that Clint was not as strong or as well behaved as his brother because he was younger.
When Clint started to actually suffer some hearing loss, his brother Barney started trying to teach him how to fight. Not that either of them was going to go toe to toe with their father, but more because Barney thought that they would somehow manage to dodge the worst of his blows so that they didn't end up battered and bruised anytime the old man had a drink.
The older that Clint got the more and more his father seemed to drink, sometimes it was so bad his father even added a shot of whiskey to his morning coffee just so that he could function through the day. It was his inability to put down the bottle that ultimately ended up ending not only his father's life but his mothers as well. While Clint and Barney stayed home one night, his parents went out, his father getting behind the wheel because he was angry enough to think that his wife was unable to drive and ended up crashing the car. While the Barton boys were free from their drunkard father, their lives did not really end up getting any better, instead, they were shuttled around for a time before Barney finally had enough of it and decided to run away to join the circus.
Clint, of course, followed after his big brother, managing to find a place in the circus and to train under some of the best. As young as he was when he started, it was easy for Clint to take up with acrobatics, training for a short-lived career as an aerialist and then eventually studying under a man who would turn Clint into a very young and very talented trickshot artist. While it was not always easy for the two young men from the middle of nowhere Iowa to make ends meet, for a time they were both doing well in the circus. Clint did well with the archery act he was carefully perfecting but things would not always go well.
When he found out that his brother's mentor was skimming cash off of the top of the performers take, he couldn't help as the do-gooder inside of him wanted to bring the man to justice. He could not believe that people just allowed this man to steal from his co-workers, to steal from the very people that kept him in business, but when he tried to do something about it everyone was too afraid to rock the boat.
Clint ended up left behind as the circus moved on, beaten bloodier then his father had ever made him before. It was not the physical hurt that pained him the most, it was actually the emotional one. Barney had not stayed behind with him, instead, his brother chose to stay with the circus instead. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with no real life skills, Clint was easily drawn to another circus, this time he was prepared with an act, he easily took on the role of “Hawkeye” who was “The Worlds Greatest Marksman” and got billed appropriately. He found that with a bright costume and his favorite bow he was easy to please a crowd, it was his extra activities that got the attention of people he would have rather not known.
In the months that followed being ousted from the circus that he’d grown up in, he found himself less and less interested in actually working for the circus. He wanted to do more, he wanted to help people and he was just so tired of being forced to just put a smile on his face and play to a crowd for a few measly bucks that he would never even see.
So in each city that his new circus stayed in, he would go out into the streets, looking for people that he could help and jobs that he could do that others might not want to. He stayed away from lovers quarrels but soon found himself gaining a sort of notoriety for the other things that he would do. He wanted to help people and he did, but sometimes he also stole things in some weird idea of Robin Hood that he had in his head. Occasionally he got on the bad side of someone that he shouldn't have but for the most part, he was always gone before the backlash could hit him.
Except that luck ran out when he was in New York City.
Clint got involved in a dispute that he should have left well enough alone and ended up getting involved in a battle with some less than savory landlords and their tenants… Clint had done what he could and was ready to leave but when push came to shove the gangsters that were running the place ended up attacking Clint and shooting the stray dog that had been hanging around. It was the last straw but it took longer than Clint really had in town to solve it, so without really any second thoughts he left the circus and moved into one of the buildings, deciding he could solve all of this once and for all. In the end, it was solved with a few gangsters with broken bones and a forcible sale of the building from the former owner to Clint.
In a very strange turn of fate, Clint found it odd that his entire life was changed by a dog originally named Arrow (he has since renamed his adorable one eyed dog to Lucky) but he has settled in as the landlord/owner of his little apartment building and he has even started to buy other properties, and while property management is not something flashy he likes his day job well enough and it allows him to help people.
Clint Barton has never
been known to turn away a prospective tenant, even if they have bad credit or are a mutant, as long as they can pay their rent he cares about little else. Though he does not really talk too much about being Hawkeye in his spare time, better to just keep that part of his life under wraps.
Still younger than Peteypie!!How Can We Contact-
PM usually works but I have other ways to connect.Time Zone-
PacificHow did you find us?
This jerk I know forced me to join.Other Characters-
Arsenic, Wiccan & the Scarlet ShitbagRole Play Sample-
Clint could just see the newspapers now, ”City hero brought down by adorable doggo.”
but how could he really go out when Lucky was looking at him like that.
His one-eyed dog always seemed to sense when he was planning on going out without really having a very good plan. So he waited, he fletched some arrows, he stared at his brand new stab proof kevlar vest, he fletched some more arrows, and then he decided to have some leftover pizza and even let Lucky have a bite.
Just how could he leave when Lucky was making that face?
The good thing however that Lucky had gotten him to stay in because when he turned on the news it looked like there had been a shootout at the very building that he was planning to hit. Looked like someone had gone in to steal something and instead of something pretty they got a hail of bullets. He could not help but frown at the television, if he’d gone there without a real plan he would have been done for.
Okay so score, Clint: 0, Lucky: 1
Maybe he just needed to plan things out better, so after a bit of research and a few newly crafted exploding arrows, Clint was ready to go. Once the cops stopped swarming the place Hawkeye could just lower himself in all mission impossible style, and oh look at that- those incriminating files that the shooter had just somehow magically ended up on Clint’s thumb drive.
One rope climb and one exploding arrow later, Hawkeye was running from roof to roof across the cold New York city skyline and realized that he probably owed his dog a whole slice of pizza for all the help.