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Name: Mat
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Email: thatlovingrainbow [at] gmail.com
Messenger: AIM - wakingsavior; backup AIM - hawkblocked
Previous Characters: n/a
Munhead/Musebox:queersuperteens
CHARACTER
Name: Clinton Francis Barton ("Clint")
Canon: Marvel 616
Age: 14
Demigod: Skadi (Norse Pantheon) soul shard.
Demigod abilities: -Ability to call winds (that he has no idea he has or how to use)
-increase in his ridiculously awesome prowess with bow and arrow (not a proper "ability" so much as a side-effect of the presence of Skadi's eitr, as discussed on plurk)
-general other stuff that applies
Personality: Clint Barton has spent the past couple of formative years as a circus performer, and at heart that is what he is. That sounds like it's not giving him much credit, but it's the truth - he is a performer. He likes being in the spotlight, he likes calling the shots - he can be convinced to follow someone if he thinks they've earned it, but his desire to be in charge of his own life and to be the center of attention is very central to who he is.
But no matter how much he might cockily say he's the best there is, Clint really doesn't like himself. He's failed most of the people closest to him, or feels like he failed them - starting with how he wasn't good enough for his parents to be happy, and then they died. No, it wasn't his fault, and consciously he knows that, but it was the first of the subconsciously-perceived failures that have done a number on his sense of self-worth. He covers it well, and he hasn't quite fallen so far as to actively hate himself, but it's still there.
Clint is a loyal as hell and will risk everything down to his life for the people he's loyal to - though until recently only his brother and mentor really fit that category. It's hard to shake his loyalty once you've got it, too, even if he makes a lot of noise about how he can make his own choices, or how you're doing it all wrong, or he doesn't need help.
He's all of fourteen and has never had a girlfriend, but he's fancied himself "in love" a couple of times in his life, and he has a huge soft spot for the ladies. A pretty girl asks him to help her out, and he'll probably say yes, especially if they're fierce and independant pretty girls (his favorite kind).
His archery has been the big driving force in changing the withdrawn 11-year-old who ran away from the group home with his brother into the ridiculous, failtastically flirtatious not-quite-15-year-old who first comes to camp. It was something that he was good at, something that (to his surprise) his brother didn't have much talent or patience for. He latched onto it and threw himself into it, and he was already on his way to being world-class even before Skadi's eitr made its home in him.
He's a bit self-conscious that he's got a piece of a goddess' soul in him, and he'll probably keep that quiet for a while out of embarrassment. He is a 14-year-old boy, after all.
So that's Clint Barton - a little self-loathing, a little grandstanding, with a desire to prove that he can handle this himself (even when he can't), and falling in love with every kickass girl he meets. Okay, maybe not every one, but damn close.
AU History: Clint, unlike a vast majority of the people at Camp Halfblood, was born to a human mother and father. His father was an abusive alcoholic, and his mother never fought back, so Clint relied on his older brother Barney more than either of them. When he was six, his parents were killed in a car crash, and he and Barney were put in the foster system. Unfortunately, there weren't many foster homes available in Bremer County, Iowa, and the boys were put into a group home.
Neither of the boys were happy there. It wasn't that it was bad, per se, but Barney especially had trouble making friends, and Clint was just so quiet that no one really paid him any attention. After five years of the group home (with one rather disastrous foster placement that only lasted three months), Barney decided he'd had enough and was going to run away. And of course, Clint went with him without a second thought, even though he was only 11.
Their plan was a bit cliched and unrealistic - they planned to run away and join a small circus/carnival that was in town. Generally, that wouldn't have worked out, but lo and behold, one of the few truly morally bankrupt ringleaders ran the circus they tried to join. And after assurances that they'd work hard and do whatever was necessary, the boys found themselves a strange sort of home at the Carson Carnival of Traveling Wonders. Barney viewed it as a temporary situation, just until they were older, but Clint very quickly settled in. He quickly grew out of his quietness, now that he felt like he belonged somewhat, and grew to be very talkative. They mostly cleaned up after animals and helped set up and tear down booths, until not long after Clint's 12th birthday, one of the "stunt weaponmasters" took notice of him - or, really, needed a new assistant and decided the 12-year-old was the perfect option.
Clint was initially trained in swordsmanship, but it didn't take very quickly, and after a little while the performer decided to try him on archery. Clint picked it up very quickly, and while he wasn't going to make waves, by the time he turned 14, he had clearly proven that he was a natural with the bow, and even had a couple of stunts in his mentor's show.
Around that time, though, something... happened. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but all of the sudden one day, he felt different, and his skill with the bow shot through the roof. He didn't notice some of the other changes that happened (his strength and resistance to injury taking a nice jump to "above average", mostly) but he did notice the change to his archery skill. It was confusing and hard to explain away to everyone else, but he wasn't going to complain about it, considering how much he really loved archery. The truth of the matter was that he had become the vessel for a rather large shard of the Norse goddess Skadi's eitr.
Also around that time, he and Barney really started growing apart. Barney, already 17, was starting to consider ways to get the hell out of this whole carnival life, and assumed his brother wanted to come with him. Clint, on the other hand, was perfectly happy - sure it wasn't great, sure there were some rough patches, sure they didn't get paid much of anything, but it was home to him. By the time Hera and Juno located him and began to draw him to the camp, he and Barney were all but estranged, and his sudden need to leave for a part of the country they'd never even been to didn't do their relationship any favors.
Counselor: n/a
SAMPLES
Iris Message:
Third Person Log:
Name: Mat
Personal Journal:
thatrainbow (it's pretty much unusedPlurk:
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Email: thatlovingrainbow [at] gmail.com
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Munhead/Musebox:
queersuperteensCHARACTER
Name: Clinton Francis Barton ("Clint")
Canon: Marvel 616
Age: 14
Demigod: Skadi (Norse Pantheon) soul shard.
Demigod abilities: -Ability to call winds (that he has no idea he has or how to use)
-increase in his ridiculously awesome prowess with bow and arrow (not a proper "ability" so much as a side-effect of the presence of Skadi's eitr, as discussed on plurk)
-general other stuff that applies
Personality: Clint Barton has spent the past couple of formative years as a circus performer, and at heart that is what he is. That sounds like it's not giving him much credit, but it's the truth - he is a performer. He likes being in the spotlight, he likes calling the shots - he can be convinced to follow someone if he thinks they've earned it, but his desire to be in charge of his own life and to be the center of attention is very central to who he is.
But no matter how much he might cockily say he's the best there is, Clint really doesn't like himself. He's failed most of the people closest to him, or feels like he failed them - starting with how he wasn't good enough for his parents to be happy, and then they died. No, it wasn't his fault, and consciously he knows that, but it was the first of the subconsciously-perceived failures that have done a number on his sense of self-worth. He covers it well, and he hasn't quite fallen so far as to actively hate himself, but it's still there.
Clint is a loyal as hell and will risk everything down to his life for the people he's loyal to - though until recently only his brother and mentor really fit that category. It's hard to shake his loyalty once you've got it, too, even if he makes a lot of noise about how he can make his own choices, or how you're doing it all wrong, or he doesn't need help.
He's all of fourteen and has never had a girlfriend, but he's fancied himself "in love" a couple of times in his life, and he has a huge soft spot for the ladies. A pretty girl asks him to help her out, and he'll probably say yes, especially if they're fierce and independant pretty girls (his favorite kind).
His archery has been the big driving force in changing the withdrawn 11-year-old who ran away from the group home with his brother into the ridiculous, failtastically flirtatious not-quite-15-year-old who first comes to camp. It was something that he was good at, something that (to his surprise) his brother didn't have much talent or patience for. He latched onto it and threw himself into it, and he was already on his way to being world-class even before Skadi's eitr made its home in him.
He's a bit self-conscious that he's got a piece of a goddess' soul in him, and he'll probably keep that quiet for a while out of embarrassment. He is a 14-year-old boy, after all.
So that's Clint Barton - a little self-loathing, a little grandstanding, with a desire to prove that he can handle this himself (even when he can't), and falling in love with every kickass girl he meets. Okay, maybe not every one, but damn close.
AU History: Clint, unlike a vast majority of the people at Camp Halfblood, was born to a human mother and father. His father was an abusive alcoholic, and his mother never fought back, so Clint relied on his older brother Barney more than either of them. When he was six, his parents were killed in a car crash, and he and Barney were put in the foster system. Unfortunately, there weren't many foster homes available in Bremer County, Iowa, and the boys were put into a group home.
Neither of the boys were happy there. It wasn't that it was bad, per se, but Barney especially had trouble making friends, and Clint was just so quiet that no one really paid him any attention. After five years of the group home (with one rather disastrous foster placement that only lasted three months), Barney decided he'd had enough and was going to run away. And of course, Clint went with him without a second thought, even though he was only 11.
Their plan was a bit cliched and unrealistic - they planned to run away and join a small circus/carnival that was in town. Generally, that wouldn't have worked out, but lo and behold, one of the few truly morally bankrupt ringleaders ran the circus they tried to join. And after assurances that they'd work hard and do whatever was necessary, the boys found themselves a strange sort of home at the Carson Carnival of Traveling Wonders. Barney viewed it as a temporary situation, just until they were older, but Clint very quickly settled in. He quickly grew out of his quietness, now that he felt like he belonged somewhat, and grew to be very talkative. They mostly cleaned up after animals and helped set up and tear down booths, until not long after Clint's 12th birthday, one of the "stunt weaponmasters" took notice of him - or, really, needed a new assistant and decided the 12-year-old was the perfect option.
Clint was initially trained in swordsmanship, but it didn't take very quickly, and after a little while the performer decided to try him on archery. Clint picked it up very quickly, and while he wasn't going to make waves, by the time he turned 14, he had clearly proven that he was a natural with the bow, and even had a couple of stunts in his mentor's show.
Around that time, though, something... happened. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but all of the sudden one day, he felt different, and his skill with the bow shot through the roof. He didn't notice some of the other changes that happened (his strength and resistance to injury taking a nice jump to "above average", mostly) but he did notice the change to his archery skill. It was confusing and hard to explain away to everyone else, but he wasn't going to complain about it, considering how much he really loved archery. The truth of the matter was that he had become the vessel for a rather large shard of the Norse goddess Skadi's eitr.
Also around that time, he and Barney really started growing apart. Barney, already 17, was starting to consider ways to get the hell out of this whole carnival life, and assumed his brother wanted to come with him. Clint, on the other hand, was perfectly happy - sure it wasn't great, sure there were some rough patches, sure they didn't get paid much of anything, but it was home to him. By the time Hera and Juno located him and began to draw him to the camp, he and Barney were all but estranged, and his sudden need to leave for a part of the country they'd never even been to didn't do their relationship any favors.
Counselor: n/a
SAMPLES
Iris Message:
[ Clint's appearance in the mist is wide-eyed and a mixture of uncertain and curious ] ...Woah. Cool, it actually works.
[ It's about now that he clearly realizes he has nothing of substance to say, and he seems to shift a little, probably rocking from foot to foot ] Uh, so... hey. I'm Clint. Badass with a bow and next to no idea why I'm here? Nice to meet you guys, I guess. Pre-emptively. Since I, uh, haven't actually met you yet!
Hey. [ he grins a little and flashes a thumbs up. ]
Third Person Log:
Clint had gone along with a lot of things since the Incident not-quite-a-year-ago, with the whole... Norse deity soul-bits suddenly taking up residence within him. He'd dealt with that last fight with Barney, with the uncertainty of going to that camp with no clear idea of why he was going or what it was meant to be, with the revelation that he has a piece of a goddess (emphasis on the "-dess") in him. He'd dealt with those things, he'd kept on rolling and didn't let it get to him too badly. Water off a duck's back and all that shit.
"He's busy right now, kid," the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the crackling phone line had told him. "Call back later."
"No, just-- just tell him his brother's calling, okay?" Clint had said. The person on the other end had grumbled, but put the phone down and gone to find Barney.
It wasn't even two minutes later that the owner of the voice returned long enough to say, "Yeah, he says he ain't got a brother," and hang up. Clint had stood there, frozen, phone to his ear, for a good long minute before calmly hanging up and going to hitch a ride back up to camp, hopefully where no one would have noticed he had snuck out. When he got there, he grabbed his bow and quiver and headed out to the archery range. He kind of wants to shoot at something solid, that'll break the arrows when they hit, but he's not quite that irresponsible with his posessions.
So, four hours after returning, he's still there, shooting at targets, looking significantly worse for wear. Being all-but-disowned by the one family you still have will do a real number on you, apparently.
