PERMANENT SEMI-HIATUS

_{Since 1) my muse for Clint is shaky at best, 2) I really need to get my shit together,
& 3) no one seems that interested in my portrayal anyway I’m going on a permanent
semi-hiatus. So, I’ll be active when I have the muse & motivation !!}
_{In the meanwhile, if you like my writing, catch me on any of these blogs in this post,
other than this one of course. You can also catch me on d/sc/rd @ actual factual
ajay ghale #5985. Ofc, please remember to let me know who you are. Note that I am
willing to rp on d/sc/rd, in fact I prefer it nowadays, so if you are interested in Clint
then you can hmu for interactions on there !!}
_{If you have any questions, concerns, etc. let me know.}

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OOC. PSA.

mercwithwings:

anyway, starter call? starter call.

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starter call. Like for a starter. ill do these this weekend !!!

_{in the context of the MCU I like to imagine Clint going about his business, drinking his
coffee & chilling with the newspaper being a passive observer to everything that is
going on. & sometimes Maria Hill or someone else calls him up & yells at him about
SHIELD or The Avengers or something & he’s like yeah whatever & carries on.}

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OOC. its a trash panda named murphy. i live for clint living his life while the shit of the mcu goes on in the background he's just living his life and ignoring everything else

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caught on camera. face. blood cw blood for ts blood tw

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caught on camera. face.

“all my grief says the same thing: this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
and the world laughs.
holds my hope by the throat.
says: but this is how it is”

Fortesa Latifi (via killthebxy)

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musings. could have been a poet.

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musings. could have been a poet.

recaidasretumbantes:

The first rule of trauma club: we dismiss our traumas because someone else has it worse.

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aesthetic. can you live with no regrets.

The Lion's Roar — First Aid Kit

trickster-shi:

And I’m a goddamn coward, but then again so are you
And the lion’s roar, the lion’s roar
Has me evading and hollering for you
And I never really knew what to do

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war sound. lullaby.

_{this friday i have a starbucks date with my friend to work on a writing project, which means
ill be staying on campus this weekend, which means i wont be distracted by puppies and/or
traveling more than 10 feet away from my laptop. c: which means im going to try very, very
hard to get on here & get lit with productivity & shit. so yay! fingers crossed~!}

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ooc. its a trash panda named murphy. i miss my bb merc DX im gonna get back on here if it kills me

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about the mun.

WRITTEN BY MURPHY

she/they | 18 | UTC-6:00

DISCORD IS AVAILABLE TO MUTUALS.
I USE CHLOE PRICE & BRENDAN FRASER AS MUN FCS.

OTHER BLOGS BY MURPHY:
mentcr. nekrikos. sparrowlost.

pre-warning.

Something that needs to be understood from the get-go is THIS PORTRAYAL OF CLINT BARTON IS NOT AFFILIATED WITH SHIELD OR THE AVENGERS. I have been writing this AU for a very long time & I simply will not tolerate people blatantly ignoring the story & characterization I have developed; it has happened in the past, & if I have to deal with it now you will be unfollowed, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

If you can't take a few minutes to familarize yourself with my character before interacting with me then I can't spend a few minutes writing a thread for you. &, honestly, there is no excuse for not knowing this is an AU Clint Barton; it is on my promo, it is on my dashboard banner, it is in my sidebar, & it is in my rules & about. So yes, I have zero tolerance for ignorance.

basics.

This is an INDEPENDENT & MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE roleplay blog for an alternate universe clint barton. I am not affiliated with Marvel Comics, nor do I claim ownership of this character, etc etc. The only thing I own are the original concepts I created myself.

This is a low activity blog, meaning I'm not going to be consitently active. I run multiple other blogs, attend college, & have a somewhat busy social life, & since this is one of my more low interest muses this blog will likely be the least active of all my accounts. Sorry.

This is a remake of mercenary-with-wings. I have been developing this character for a long time, & I take a lot of pride in this portrayal. All the headcanons & meta on this blog were developed by me. I use Charlie Hunnam as an FC for Clint; all the icons I use can be found on Hollow-Art or Tumblr. The graphics, banners, & other edits I use on this blog are my own.

triggers + dark themes.

Due to the nature of this portrayal THERE WERE LIKELY BE DARK THEMES & TRIGGERING CONTENT ON THIS BLOG. Everything will be tagged accordingly, but please understand that these things are a part of this character, & i will not change my character. Just be conscious that by following me you will be exposed to dark & triggering topics. As I said, I will tag these things to the best of my ability, & you are more than welcome to request I tag certain things, but if you tend to be sensitive to things like alcohol abuse, torture, mental illness, & murder then maybe this blog isn't for you.

EVERYTHING I TAG IS TAGGED AS "[TRIGGER] FOR TS" & "[TRIGGER] CW". Basic things like NSFW, blood, alcohol, weaponry etc will be tagged, but if there is something else that I post that you would like tagged please let me know & i will start tagging it.

shipping + exclusivity.

Honestly, even though I say I'm mutual exclusive, I'm pretty lenient about who I end up following & interacting with. REASONS I MIGHT NOT FOLLOW YOU BACK ARE: I DO NOT RECOGNIZE YOUR FANDOM/CHARACTER, YOU HAVE UNTAGGED TRIGGERING CONTENT/NSFW, YOU DO NOT HAVE A RULES/ABOUT PAGE, YOU DO NOT HAVE A LEGIBLE THEME, YOU ARE A PERSONAL BLOG, OR YOU ARE FOLLOWING FOR A SIDEBLOG. If you follow me & notice I didn't follow back feel free to shoot me a message; sometimes I don't get notifications, or I'll note you followed me on mobile & just forgot to look at your blog. So, message me if you're curious about being mutuals, & I'll do my best to work it out with you.

As I said, I try to be open to new followers & interactions, but I'm also here to have fun & develop my character, so don't take it personally if I don't want to write with you. do not try to guilt or manipulate me. i do not appreciate people who are passive aggressive or pushy. & that is, honestly, the quickest way to get me to unfollow or block you. I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING. You are not entitled to my time, muse, or personal happiness.

When it comes to shipping I'm a ship slut, so never be afraid to approach me about a ship. MY RULE OF THUMB IS THAT WE MUST HAVE INTERACTED OR TALKED OOC AT LEAST THREE TIMES BEFORE WE DECIDE TO SHIP TOGETHER. I like knowing the mun & muse that I'm going to be shipping with, so please understand that I expect you to be just as involved in the ship as I am. I'm not really one for mains or exlcusives, but if we develop the ship enough I might consider it. remember that ships aren't just romantic, & i'm interested in developing all sorts of relationships, not just romantic ones. I am open to pre-determined relationships, as well as different relationships in different universes with the same blog. So seriously, never be afraid to approach me with an idea you have.

formatting.

I lightly format my threads, nothing seriously detailed, but if it bothers you please let me know. I do use icons but you don't have to. Typically I'll write anywhere from a few sentences to several paragraphs, but all I desire of my partner is enough to build a reply off of. If I ever have an issue with one of your replies I'll let you know, & please don't be afraid to come to me if you have any issues with any of my replies.

I try to reply within a week, though I do run multiple accounts & I am a college student so I might be a little spotty when it comes to activity. However, I'll try to keep my partners posted on the status of our threads, & if you're ever curious about one of our threads please feel free to message me or send me an ask. Just please be civil about it.

The only other thing I request as far as formatting is PLEASE CUT YOUR POSTS & TURN ASKS INTO NEW THREADS. It makes everything a lot more neat looking.

drama policy.

I DO NOT TOLERATE ANON HATE, CALLOUT POSTS, EXCESSIVE NEGATIVE OOC POSTS (UNLESS THEY'RE TAGGED & UNDER A READMORE), PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE POSTS, OR HATE/OPINION BLOGS. If you start drama, post drama, or are actively involved in drama i will unfollow you, no questions asked.

This is my space & I want it to remain positive -- does this mean I don't care about racism, sexism, homophobia, callout culture, or other fandom issues? No. It means that i'm here to have fun, enjoy myself, & escape real life. I don't want any part of Tumblr's petty bullshit.

So please, tag your posts as "drama" or "fandom wank" or something else so it can be blacklisted. Please remember to respect others & their ideals. Please tag politics, spiders, current events, excessive gore/body horror (including needles & stitches), all nsfw, & posts about suicide or self-harm. THANK YOU, I APPRECIATE YOUR COOPERATION & UNDERSTANDING.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Clinton Francis Barton
NICKNAME(S): Clint, ~~Hawkeye~~, Pidge, Archer, Angel
GENDER: Cis Male
AGE: 44 years old
BIRTH DATE: January 7th, 1973

HERITAGE

PlACE OF BIRTH: Waverly, Iowa, United States of America
ECONOMIC STATUS: Middle Class
ETHNICITY: American
RELIGION: Athiest
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English, Polish, German, Russian

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Harold Barton (Father; Deceased), Edith Barton (Mother;Deceased)
SIBLINGS: Charles Bernard "Barney" Barton (Older Brother; Estranged)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
CHILDREN: Francis (Alternate Timeline, adopted; alive)

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried

PHYSICAL

EYE COLOUR: Blue-grey
HAIR COLOUR: Sandy Blond
HEIGHT: 5 foot 9 inches
BODY BUILD: Athletic

TATTOOS + PIERCINGS:
     Both ears pierced twice.
     Arrow tattoo, inside left forearm.
     Hawk skull tattoo, base of neck.
     In Memory Of tattoo, right bicep.

NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS:
     Light to medium facial hair.
     Heavy bodily scarring.
     Nick in left ear.
     Three cigarette burns on back of right hand.

EDUCATION

EDUCATION LEVEL: High School Dropout
LEVEL OF INTELLIGECE: Standard
INTELLIGENCES: High School Graduate, Military, Occupational

OCCUPATION

OCCUPATION: Mercenary, Hitman
PRIOR OCCUPATIONS: Circus Performer, Military, Bartender, Mechanic, Private Security
OCCUPATIONAL CLASS: Self-employed, Freelance

SKILLS:
     World Class Marksman
     Military Tactician
     Acrobatic/Physical Feats
     Survivalist
     Hand-to-Hand Combat/Boxing
     Field Medicine
     Multilingual

MENTALITY

MENTAL DISORDERS: PTSD (diagnosed 2004)
PHOBIAS: Drowning, Suffocation

MBTI TYPE: ISTJ-A
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff
ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil

TROPES:
     Knight Errant
     Because I'm Good At It
     From Camouflage to Criminal
     Cold Sniper
     Improbable Aiming Skills
     Shell-Shocked Veteran

BIOGRAPHY

under construction

UNIVERSES.

BASIC.
FANDOM.
AU.
MISC.

COMPANY ALWAYS ON THE RUN.
Clint is a soldier; he's always been one, & he will continue to be one. War is his business, death is his motivation. As a mercenary he has a repuation for being ruthless & efficient, he gets his work done & he doesn't get caught. There are things he regrets, things he hides from, but this is the life he chose, the life that chose him. Clint Barton was made to be this way, to kill & steal & lie & play the game of war. It's who he is.

JUST SHOT A MAN DOWN.
After getting out of prison for a crime he didn't commit Clint decides to exact revenge on the very people he had once trusted with his life. With the help of the Polish Mafia he hunts down his old associates in Germany & Russia, hoping to shake the mercenary underworld to its very core & get the justice he sorely desires.

EVERYBODY KNOWS I CAN'T PLAY NICE.
Soldiers are the ones who fight, leaders are the ones who decide what to fight, & Clint is no longer a soldier. Now he is a more than a simple mercenary, he is a man who leads, a man who directs, who picks the wars he wants to be a part of. His legacy is one of blood & betrayal, his history a whispered rumor no one can be certain of. All anyone knows is that he has killed to be where he is today, & he would kill again to keep the power he has obtained. He rules his empire with an iron fist, & no one dares cross him.
MARVEL (MCU).
SHIELD fell, superheroes became villains in the public eye, & the peace that the Avengers had maintained for so long was lost for good. The future became uncertain. The world grew darker. Everything changed overnight, a new reality dawning in the face of choas. Now the war is Clint's to fight, his life now threatened by a new effort to hunt down the 'heroes' that mingled with society. This time around he can't deny his skills or who he is, he has to fight, or else lose everything he knows.

DRAGON AGE.
Clint Barton is a mercenary, an assassin, & a legend all in one. No one knows who he is, & no one dares to ask. They say he's a bastard, or the son of a magister, or a disgraced chevalier, or an ex-Antivan Crow. They say he can shoot a bullseye from a thousand paces & outshoot even the most skilled Dalish archer. They say a lot of things about him, but no one really knows for sure. He follows no lord, he picks his own battles, & he is as fair a fighter as he is a ruthless warrior. He is a simple man, unassuming, & he carries a bow carved of horn. He is a wanderer, an archer, & a mercenary. He is many things, & not many other things, but they call him Clint Barton, not even knowing if that is his true name.

ASSASSINS CREED.
He has the blood of assassins in his veins, or so Clint Barton has been told. No one important, they've promised, at least no one important enough to make him valuable. They told him that some of his ancestors were assassins, a secretive order at constant war with the templars. Or so they say. They being, well, the assassins. & it was enough to convince him that maybe, just maybe, he could be an assassin to. & that's what they were trying to convince him. So now he is an assassin, though modern; he works with the brotherhood, training & learning & running & traveling & even more running. He's a wanted man now, wanted by Abstero. Wanted dead, not alive. But Clint is convinced enough to continue fighting with the assassins, to follow their creed & learn their history & kill people when they ask him to. & they have, & will, ask him to.

GAME OF THRONES.
In a world of lords & conpiracy, betrayal & war, a mercenary is a very busy individual. For the right price they will fight your battles, kill your enemies, & strike fear in the hearts of your citizens. They are bloody & ruthless & wartorn & dangerous. Barton is such an individual, marked by war & grief, scarred by battle & hatred, forged in the fire of burning battlefields. They call him The Hawk, his precision & ruthlessness akin to that of a hawk on the hunt. They say his aim is true, that his blade & arrows are as sharp as talons, & just as dangerous. He fights battles for lords & kings, he wages wars for those who would lead a charge but not run with it. Barton is a mercenary first & foremost, a man of morals last.

WITCHER.
Clint is a mercenary, assassin, & bounty hunter, among other things. He has fought many wars, killed many people, & drank a lot of beer. He is skilled with a sword & he's a reasonable hunter, he can defend himself when the need arises, & he can think for himself. Clint isn't a witch hunter, or a soldier, or even a witcher, but he knows what he's doing & he knows he can do it well. & that's all that matters to him.

DISHONORED.
Barton used to be a noble name in Dunwall; the family had an estate, servants, land, & money. They were loyal bannermen of the Kaldwin throne, charming & brave & known for their empathy. Until the rat plague brought the city of Dunwall to its knees, devastating the court, spreading madness from family to family. Clint's father, Lord Barton, went mad with grief after losing his wife to the plague, banishing his eldest son, turning on his youngest, & eventually ending his own life. The Barton estate fell long before the empress was murdered, they said Lord Barton haunted the halls of his home, a weeper both in mind & his last stages of grief. Clint left Dunwall, his family gone & his name sullied, turning to a life outside of court, a long ways from home. Rumor stated that the eldest son had joined the Whalers, & the youngest, Clint, had been taken at sea. Yet, after Delilah Kaldwin's coup was thwarted by the true empress Emily Kaldwin Clint Barton returned to Dunwall, worse for wear but alive, & changed. Many years had passed since his family's estate had fallen, & time had made of him a man of means, clinging to what remained of his honor. & thus, his noble goal, to regain what his father had lost all those years ago.

STAR WARS.
In a galaxy far, far away... Clint Barton is a bounty hunter, hired to hunt down individuals, or otherwise hunt down individuals to turn in. For the most part he doesn't pick sides, doesn't show bias, & he definitely tries not to form opinions about those he hunts.

PERCY JACKSON.
The father Clint Barton had known was an abusive drunk, a man who cared little for his wife & children; that was the father he remembered, the parent who had scarred him in more ways than one. But that was not his true blood, no his real father was of a different kind entirely, someone he wouldn't learn of until he was much older: the Greek god, Apollo. Taken to Camp Half-Blood much later than typical, Clint was first believed to be the son of Hermes, but his skill with archery quickly proved otherwise. Now he knows his true parentage, & has learned to live as a demigod.

SUPERNATURAL.
Like most, Clint grew up outside the realm of knowing about the supernatural world coexisting with his own, it wasn't until he was much older that he was exposed to the darkness, & later recruited as a hunter. Clint lives his life as best he can, traveling & hunting & trying to save his own soul just as he tries to spare the souls of others.

STRANGER THINGS.
After several years of service in the military Clint Barton found himself haunted & exhausted, ready to retire somewhere quiet & civilian. That place was Hawkins, Indiana. After selling his childhood home & moving out of the city Clint decided to join the police force, & found himself a new job as a police officer in the peaceful community. Until it wasn't peaceful anymore, until strange things began to occur.
RUNNING WITH THE WOLVES.
After years of being followed, investigated, & tracked down like a dog SHIELD has finally caged Clint. Now there is no deal to be made, no way out. The mercenary Clint Barton has finally been caught, & he will pay for that mistake. SHIELD wants him as an asset, & with no other choice he agrees. Under constant watch he does what he is told to do, is given direction & follows it to the best of his ability. He doesn't like the new life, the new rules to follow, but he has no choice but to cooperate.

& I HOLD A SWORD TO GUIDE ME.
Once Abstergo had just been an employer; Clint had followed his orders, had gotten paid, & never questioned it once. It was good money, & his clients were always discreet. But every job, every kill, was just an interview for something bigger, darker, & when the truth is finally revealed even he can't deny it's an interesting deal to make. The Templars are Abstergo, & they want him on their side in the war against the Assassin Brotherhood. Clint takes the offer, & the next thing he knows he's working for Otso Berg in Sigma Team, a task-force set upon hunting Assassins & ancient artifacts alike for Abstergo.

I TRUST NOBODY & NOBODY TRUSTS ME.
Maybe once Clint had been a noble, son of House Trevelyan, but that is a life he had left behind many years ago. Now he is Clint Barton, a mercenary & assassin for hire, a simple man of simple means fighting wars for people like his family, people who were too high & too might to get their hands dirty. When he is hired by the Chantry to be a neutral guard at the Conclave he knows it will be easy money, until an explosion destroys the Temple of Sacred Ashes, leaving him the sole survivor of a mysterious attack that leaves a hole in the sky & a mark upon his hand. Taken by the Inquisition he works as an agent, closing rifts & recruiting others to their cause, until he is named Inquisitor, until he is no longer the simple mercenary Clint Barton, but the son of a dead bloodline, Clint Trevelyan.
I'M GONNA LEAVE MY BODY.
Vampires a creature of habit: they feed on the blood & souls of the living, & fear the light of day. Clint Barton hasn't been a vampire very long, but he knows how it works, & honestly he feels nothing about the truth of it. He lives a normal life as a mercenary, just he isn't as normal as most believe. He still has honor, & he believes in what he does, but he also carries an unsatisfiable thirst, & hidden power to obtain it.

MEET ME ON THE BATTLEFIELD.
Clint Barton is just a man, another soldier sworn to service & the protection of freedom & justice. This is the life he lives, one of following orders & waking nightmares, of blood & bullets & everything between. It is all he knows, & it is all he cares to know. For once in his life he has meaning, he feels like he knows what he is doing, what he is capable of. For once he feels like he has a family, & he would die for any of his fellow soldiers. He would die for a dream of freedom he hadn't felt until now.

TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME.
It has been years since his parents died, leaving Clint & his brother orphans. In the end, they found themselves a life in the circus, living the dream of every child: a life of adventure. But, life in the circus isn't as wonderful as most believe. It is tiring, difficult work that leaves Clint bitter & his brother a criminal. He's just a teenager but he knows more of the world than most, & he carries the weight of it on his shoulders. Clint Barton is a carnie: an archer & a thief, among other things -- an orphan & loner more than anything.

IM A SAINT & IM A SINNER.
Death is an old friend of Clint Barton, in fact it is an eternal part of himself. Because Clint Barton isn't alive or dead, he simply is, a being of the realm between existence & nothingness. Some may call him a demon, others refer to him as a reaper, but most certianly he is a creature of chaos & darkness, & he exists to kill all that is good.

I'M NOT A HERO

I'M JUST A MAN

PERMANENT SEMI-HIATUS

anyway, starter call? starter call.

WRITTEN BY MURPHY