Clinton "Clint" Barton | Hawkeye

Character: Clint Barton aka "Hawkeye"
Series: Marvel Cinematic Universe (Thor/Avengers)
Character Age: Late twenties
Job: Legolas Stunt Double / Studio Liaison
Canon: Nick Fury had a plan. The plan was, should aliens, monsters, or anything that could not be killed via explosions and bullets invade the planet, he would recruit a team of people to deal with exotic problems. Of course that team contained a man with anger issues (Hulk), a man with ego issues (Iron Man), a man that has soldier issues (Captain America), a demi-god with brotherly issues (Thor), a woman that has a sordid past issues (Black Widow) and ... Clint Barton. Together, they fight alien invasions and prevent New York from collapsing. Again.

While Clint Barton might lack issues, he is by no means invulnerable. A top-notch bowman and spy for S.H.I.E.L.D, Clint has proven that he cares for his subordinates and colleagues, even if he prefers to view them from a distance. This also lends him empathy for other people, willing to give them a chance rather than to attack first. Briskly professional, calm under fire and level-headed, Clint rarely gets carried away, using his flippant, snarky humour to keep himself in check. However, like any person who has been used and hurt, Clint can take any sorrow and grief and turn it into ass-kicking and an arrow to the balls.

Sample Entry:

Hello, I'm Legolas and this is all my boss's fault, but what else is new in the world? Remember that for later, kids. Everything is your boss's fault. If it isn't, then it's aliens. That's what my late-night briefings have told me. I'm here for my movie shoot, which involves me being awesome and shooting stuff. I love shooting stuff for the camera and with a bow. Anyway, if you're wondering why I'm missing the perfectly shaped nose and the hair, it's because I was dragged off in the middle of the night by my boss and I had no time for make-up. But that's okay because I'm still Legolas. You can't expect me to believe he doesn't have bad hair days. Everyone has bad hair days. Though you guys seem to be living in the bad hair years. Don't worry, I've got an arrow to fix that. How else do you think Legolas can look this way?

Anyway, I work for Studio S.H.I.E.L.D and I'm here to be the liaison between them and Studio C.F.U.D. I'm sure we can come to a reasonable compromise about this partnership. Compromises are good when you don't want your hands cut down by pointy things. By the way, get them out of my quiver. Seriously, you don't know how hard it is to find quality grade feathers. Right, time to get back on track. If I want to get the right angles for my hair-flip, then I need your help. You guys have connections with every psychic toucan in this area and I need them to be my eyes ... and ... psychic eyes. I want in, I want to be on every in if we're going to play together. I don't want to be so deep in that I start imagining elvish sheep in my dreams. I'm just here to look out for you, whether from here or topside, because that's what I do. That's what I'll always do. Just don't screw it up. It's been a bad week for legitimate reasons that totally involves shooting... with a camera. Also, I'm entitled to venting any way I please. It's in the contract. Unlike my vacation time.

Okay, that's no reason to overreact and demand brains. My brains work fine and I'm a little insulted, considering you guys seem to be the ones in dire need of them. If you need Legolas... me for anything, I'm at your service. And if it doesn't work out, then it doesn't work out. You'll try and find some other poor schmuck with a minimum amount of archery experience. As for me, depending on how co-operative you are, I get to decide whether I let it go and cut you down right now. That means you all need to stop trying to drool at me. I'm a stunt double marks-man, my eyes are exceptionally good and exceptionally annoyed for being this good, because wow that's some spittle gross factor. It's like you've never met an elf before. Granted, I'm practically an elven stud. Though it's been bothering me that you can't seem to stop muttering brains over and over. And okay, woah, no clawing. I will hit you with the bow, don't think I won't. And I'd feel bad for the bow.

Man, is the Shire always like this? I miss Budapest.

((In with 42/4))