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OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME: Sar

IN CHARACTER

NAME: Clinton "Clint" Barton
JOURNAL: purpleman
PLAYED BY: Jensen Ackles
FANDOM: Avengers Comics (Earth 6:16)
CANON POINT: Avengers #55. He's joined the team and is fitting in, but is having some authority issues with just about everybody at this point,lol.

CANON HISTORY: This can be in your own words or from a wiki. Please make sure if using a wiki it's not the tl;dr version and something more friendly like the wikipedia version.

You know what? Here's the wiki:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawkeye_(comics)#Fictional_character_biography

First two sections are relevant for the in-game stuff I plan to use. I may end up buying him other memory points as time goes on.

IN GAME HISTORY: This should be much more detailed than the canon history. We need to believe that your character has always existed in this game, just like your character does.

Clinton Barton grew up as a military brat, and spent his childhood moving from place to place with his family. He never exactly had a best friend when he was growing up, but he did have a lot of penpals. Growing up like this was kind of a pain, mostly because Clint's interactions with most people were limited to him being the new kid, and because, after a while, he didn't really bother with trying to get to know new people since he never knew how long he'd be in any one spot.

He did, shockingly, manage to spend the last two years of high school in the same place, where his gym teachers noticed his strong athletic abilities and pushed him to try out for places on the school teams. As a result, Clint ran track and cross country, and then, druing a brief unit in class, discovered he had extremely good hand/eye coordination and excelled in archery.

He would have joined a local team, but what with his own plans for the future looming ahead of him, Clint didn't really have the time for it. His grades were always kind of shitty, what with moving around a lot, and not really caring, so he didn't have much of a plan in mind for college, and instead enlisted in the army after Graduation, with the intention of becoming Special Ops. Instead, due to the skills he displayed in combat being slightly different, he got picked up as a Ranger instead, which meant he was out in the field a lot sooner and being deployed on all kinds of missions.

Clint was good, and he knew he was good. His bosses knew that he was good, and he was sent to participate in the Best Ranger competition at Fort Benning more than once while he was in the army, placing and winning more than once. In other words, Clint was a badass, with a track record spent mostly in Iraq, though some time in Afghanistan as well He would still BE a badass aside from the little accident that ended his military career.

It turns out if you have severe hearing loss, they don't exactly want you as an army ranger anymore, or even in the army and Clint lost a good portion of his hearing during an explosion, so they sent him home with an honorable medical discharge and a pension a few years ago, at which point he eventually returned to California, the last place his family had lived before his enlistment, then settled in Orange County.

He's been out of the Army for three years and gradually is adjusting to being a civilian again. He has gone back to archery and developing his skills accordingly, since he really shouldn't be around guns anymore, and was good with them in the past, and is a lieutenant of Archers in the SCA Kingdom of Caid because of his leadership experience, even if he's only been in for a little while. he's a damn good archer, and an even better organizer with a lot of time on his hands, so when he was asked if he'd be willing, he stepped right in and has taken to the job quite well.

In his mundane life, he owns and manages a small firearms range and teaches weapons safety courses to scout groups, hunters, and just about whoever else is interested. He's a decent guy to get along with, unless you somehow manage to piss him off, or activate his built in sarcasm and blustering chip again. For someone who was in the army, he also doesn't take well to direction, and can be pretty stubborn, which leads to some extreme headbutting and barbs exchanged along the way, but overall he's a decent guy, even if he can be a little overly serious at times.

AUDITION

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"So, obviously you know the drill." Barton glanced at the 'new' kid, who had more experience than he did, but more time away from it lately, and never in THIS Kingdom "Rules are pretty much the same you're used to, but you said it's been a while." He nodded toward the targets he'd set up, careful to keep on the new kid's left so he could actually hear him if he asked any questions.

"Slow rounds, standard six arrows, usually less than three but sometimes we go up that far, so don't waste what you're doing. Speed rounds, obviously you've done them, you were with Oliver Queen for....

Roy Harper, arrow nocked and string pulled back had just started to let his arrow go when that bit of brilliance came out of Barton's mouth, and instead of going where it was supposed to go, it veered wildly off the path instead.

"Don't DO that." Roy snapped, and Barton rolled his eyes.

"For someone with a damn sight more experience than I have here, you let the dumbest shit get to you." Barton grabbed his own arrow, nocked, aimed and nodded in satisfaction as his own embedded itself neatly in the target. "This Queen bullshit, it's beneath you."

"You're doing this on purpose." Roy accused him, letting loose his own arrow, which split Barton's in half. "This Queen bullshit is why I'm here."


"The Queen bullshit's making you stupid.." Barton countered, letting off another arrow, neatly pinning the last two in place. "You're good, kid, or you could be." he continued, nodding as he watched Roy setting up. "Petty grudges because Daddy got pissed at you? Come ON." he added, smirking as he watched Roy miss again. "You can't seriously think at competition day that's going to help." Another of his own arrows came next, neatly bending around the ones already there, if not exactly bullseye this time.

"What happens when he does show up?" he countered, as Roy's arrow four hesitated and connected but pretty crappily. "Being the emotional hailstorm is fun the first couple of times, but that's about ALL it is, especially when you keep losing. You're not impressing ME right now as someone who can actually compete."

"I hate you. Let's end this." Roy muttered, sending off his last two arrows quickly, in the way that Barton knew meant that he wanted out of this. Too bad he wasn't having any of it.

"You're sloppy and you're lazing out on me. Oh COME ON, HARPER." if he slipped into army voice, well, sometimes that still happened. Once you put on the tan beret you were always a ranger, even if things conspired to hold you back. "We both know you're not usually this pathetic. But the chance for it is obviously still there, and it's going to trip you up until your poor pathetic ass is OVER it. YOU wanted the critique." he added, when he got the Scowl that people liked to give him when he called them on their crap. "You want me to stop being Range Marshal and be your shooting buddy, fine, but it's not going to actually get you anywhere, and we both know it."

"No keep the Range Marshal, you bastard, but you're buying me a six pack." Roy shook his head and stalked to the next target, and Barton followed him, grinning. Okay, so some days his background came in handy after all.