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[sub][i][color=5a7836]"You cannot have a positive life and a negative mind."[/color][/i] [color=9fc374][b]- Joyce Meyer[/b][/color][/sub][hr][hr]
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[color=9fc374][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Camden Tristan Hayes.[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Alias:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Cam; Den; Moose (though only his childhood best friend has called him this).[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Codename:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Swift.[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Male.[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]24.[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Ethnicity:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Caucasian.[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Place of Origin:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Washington DC.[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Heterosexual.[/color][/indent]

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[color=9fc374][h1][sub]Ability Profile[/sub][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Powers:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Subject does not have powers, nor anything similar to something like a super soldier serum thrumming through his body; he is completely human, and like Sam Wilson, has his own jet-pack and wings. Not surprising, considering Mr. Wilson himself with Tony Stark's help designed the pack. Naturally, the pack has wings that behave much like the EXO-7, Sam Wilson's own pack. It has a pair of retractable wings, with which Mr. Hayes can fly with; while Mr. Wilson's wings resembles a falcon's, hence his codename, My. Hayes' wings are more the shape of an Apodidae's wings, or simply put, a [url=http://i.imgur.com/FjMfzuS.jpg]Swift[/url] bird's wings. Instead of the coloring being red, Mr. Hayes' is a dark green, something close to a hunter green. The wings are also quite easy to maneuver, giving Mr. Hayes full control over them by hand grips on the wings themselves, plus a pair of goggles, that the lens match in color to that on the pack and wings, that are connected via cybernetic link. The wings are composed of the same carbon fibre material as the EXO-7's own, making them highly durable, especially against gunfire. Mr. Hayes has the ability to use the wings as a shield, to block gunfire and other attacks. Because of the control Mr. Hayes has over the wings, and their flexibility, he can easily use the wings as a weapon. Since there are three miniaturized jet engines housed in the pack itself, by being able to control the wings and engines just right, the user can increase momentum behind an attack, and do some serious damage. However, because Mr. Hayes is still growing used to using the wings, he has not yet mastered this skill, and has a tendency to put too much thrust behind his attack, so that causes him to actually slam into his attacker rather than using one of the wings as a weapon, which always results in him falling down and slightly struggling to get back up. [s]It's kind of funny to watch.[/s]

The goggles that Mr. Hayes wears along with the pack are just like Mr. Wilson's own; Mr. Hayes' goggles also have a built-in HUD, that allows him to zoom in on the smallest of objects, see the furthest of distances, and track incoming foreign objects to determine what it is. The goggles are not as hard to use, though it does take some practice to get them to do what one wants; Mr. Hayes isn't having much trouble with that though. The biggest difference between Mr. Hayes' and Mr. Wilson's pack is the weapon system. While Mr. Wilson's includes two collapsible machine pistols, Mr. Hayes' does not. I discovered this was a personal preference, Mr. Hayes does not enjoy handling guns, but he still needed something extra besides the wings. So, instead of guns, Mr. Hayes' wings have an extra ability - they can shoot deadly sharp feather-shaped knives. The knives are located on the tip of the wings, with more stored inside, and so Mr. Hayes can shoot them off one after another in quick succession, much like a bullet leaving a gun. They are controlled by both the hand-grips and goggles, like the pack itself. Once Mr. Hayes becomes more skilled at using the wings, he can perform stunts such as folding the wings around himself and spinning while shooting off the knives, useful if he is surrounded. However, he tried this once, and only ended up on the floor. [s]Again, kind of funny.[/s] Mr. Hayes has trained under Mr. Wilson with the pack, but he still is not skilled enough to use it to its full potential. Unable to stop myself, I asked what Mr. Hayes did with all that hair during flight; surely it gets in the way. Mr. Hayes hadn't seemed bother by the question and said with a grin, "They invented hair ties for a reason."[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Skills of Note:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836][i]Psychological aspects of others:[/i]
Being just a few years from having his doctrine in psychology, and his personal experience with it, Camden has a knack for reading others' body language, the inflections in their voice, and if they're possibly hiding something or not. He is very aware and observant of others, moreso than his surroundings in all honesty, and notices things that most others often do not.

[i]Skilled with words:[/i]
Camden has a way with words and it isn't in a diplomatic way; he knows how to talk to people on an emotional level. He has a way with words when it comes to talking someone down, or up, from a bad emotional high, or from having a mental breakdown. He knows the right things to say, or the right things to [i]not[/i] say. He is good at twisting a conversation in the direction he wants, or how to twist his replies to avoid something usually without the other person noticing; sometimes, that comes in handy when trying to help someone through an emotionally/mentally trying moment.

[i]Levelheadedness:[/i]
Camden can separate his logical side from his emotional side with ease. So, in a high-stress or suspenseful moment, he keeps a clear head, and can think of a fair solution without emotions getting in the way. He is able to step back from even the smallest of tense moments, and look at the logic of it, rather than the emotion of it, and come to the correct solution while being able to view all aspects and happenings within the situation.

[i]Hand-to-hand combat:[/i]
One place Camden's levelheadedness comes from, and how he keeps his anger/frustrations in check, is the fact he often takes part in various types of hand-to-hand combat to work off his frustrations. He has been involved in different forms of hand-to-hand combat for years, even learning some stuff from Sam Wilson himself. At one point, when Sam brought him to NYC to see [i]Hamilton[/i] (don't believe Sam, Camden totally didn't cry), Camden also got to meet the Avengers, which was pretty cool. He and Sam stayed for roughly a week, and Camden rarely missed a chance to work out, and he got to do so not only with Sam, but with one Steve Rogers which was really cool, and Natasha, freaking [i]Black Widow[/i], found out he knew some moves and sparred with him. Camden got his ass handed to him, but he learned a few new things, which was pretty sweet. This lasted a few days until they had to go back home (which made Camden pretty sad). But, he has some pretty good experience with a few forms of American martial arts; the ones he knows the best are kickboxing, Budokon, Chun Kuk Do (invented by Chuck Norris; he had the chance to learn it, and he was not passing that up), Kodenkan, and Kajukenbo.[/color][/indent]

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[color=9fc374][h1][sub]Psychological Profile[/sub][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Mental Evaluation:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Subject came in with an air of confidence and when he sat down and smiled, I had to take a moment to remember what we both were doing here. After collecting my briefly scattered thoughts, the mental eval began. Mr. Hayes was coming off as questionable; his answers were sometimes off the wall, not making any sense whatsoever, whereas other answers were thought-out and normal. I was a bit concerned for his mental health as we kept going before I made a discovery. He was playing with me. From what his file told me, Mr. Hayes has not only been to college for six years for psychology, but he also personally worked for Mr. Sam Wilson himself, closely working with soldiers suffering from mental aliments, and having much knowledge and personal experience in his field (he was the top of his class and so I was not surprised he knew just what to say to throw me for a loop). I voiced all this to him and he threw his head back and laughed at the ceiling; when he looked back at him, he was grinning and his eyes were brightened. He laughed with his whole body, I noticed, and seemed like quite the happy, and teasing, fellow. He apologized for making me have to restart the eval, explaining he couldn't resist, and I couldn't be upset because it felt like his happiness and amusement was coming off of him in waves and affecting me as well.

This time, he was very honest with every answer he gave. He did not shy away from any question. Even when his father was brought up, he barely batted an eye and kept going. It made me wonder - was Mr. Hayes playing a game again? But this time, not for amusement, but rather for protection of his own feelings? As the eval continued, Mr. Hayes was coming off as a well-rounded, happy, and funny man, with a big heart that just wanted to help people. I purposefully asked harder questions about his past, trying to dig deeper, trying to see a crack in this happy persona, but if there was one, Mr. Hayes was good at hiding it. No matter what I asked, he answered it truthfully, almost bluntly, and smiled almost the whole way through. While he came off joyful, and mentally healthy and happy, I had my worries he was hiding something. Perhaps I was just used to having troubled kids come in here, and to suddenly have an actual happy man who accepted the hardships of his past was a bit hard to wrap my head around. It made sense, though, considering what he has seen and been through. However, I had a feeling that Mr. Hayes was hiding something, and as I was running out of questions, I realized I wasn't going to get to see it. Mr. Hayes knew how to put on a front, and how to distract from that front when it was brought into question.

Despite this, Mr. Hayes was very respectful, with the occasional teasing and funny jab slipping off his tongue. He was very nice, and had surprised me when he asked me a few simple questions, nothing personal or prying or spiteful from my own questions; just curious and kind, a small talk I hadn't yet experienced with anyone else, and he openly listened. Which made sense, since his profession he had to listen, but there was an air about him that just made one feel comfortable and relaxed, like one could whisper their darkest secret to him, and he'd take it to his grave with no problem, and accept it for what it was. He was obviously a helpful person, at one point I had dropped my pen and he jumped at the chance to get it for me, and to give it to me with a toothy smile and a brightness in his eyes that, shamefully, distracted me briefly again. Mr. Hayes seemed to be made for the profession he went to college for; he was someone who made me feel relax, and made me want to open up and talk to him unlike with anyone else I had seen come into this room. It was a bit disconcerting, the ease with which he showed as he said a few well-placed words or answers that drew an emotional response from myself. He seemed to know he was doing it too, by his beaming smile and the twinkle in his eyes. Throughout the whole eval, he had a relaxed posture, hadn't tensed up once, and was almost smiling through the whole thing. While Mr. Hayes came off as a very happy, honest, and kind individual, I felt like there was more to him, but he knew how to invade deeper questions without making it seem like he was, and how to keep a front up. I wouldn't be breaking through a front like I had with other students.

After running out of questions, My. Hayes lingered, asking me more simple questions, and engaging me in a conversation that quickly twisted into a discussion about psychology. I didn't realize we had been sitting there for nearly an hour until there was a knock at the door and I was told my next subject was here. Mr. Hayes had apologized for taking up my time, shook my hand, and said he had enjoyed "our little chat" and left with a bright smile in the direction of my assistant, who quickly looked at me and informed me he seemed to be a catch. I hadn't needed that bit of information told to me. While I believe there is more to Mr. Hayes that I could not bring out with a few well-placed questions or encouraging words, it was obvious to me, still, that Mr. Hayes is a mentally healthy individual with not a want, but a need to help others, and a way to twist a conversation to possibly get information he wanted. However, he never asked prying questions, even after I let my walls down, and so he had a respect for privacy and just another's person overall. Mr. Hayes is going to be an amazing asset to S.H.I.E.L.D. when it comes to helping his fellow teammates deal with an emotionally and mentally trying event. He has already proven to me he picked the right career to go in too, and I am glad that Mr. Wilson convinced Mr. Hayes to try out for S.H.I.E.L.D., because we could use more stable, well-mannered, and kind-heart'd people like Mr. Hayes has proven himself to be.[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Physical Evaluation:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836][s]Subject gives a new meaning to the saying, "I want to climb him like a tree."[/s] Mr. Hayes is quite similar to many other new students we have flooding in - he looks like he just stepped out of the magazine, Top Model. Mr. Hayes came in with a confidence and smile that brought a life to the room I hadn't realized was missing. It was hard to figure out what to notice first about Mr. Hayes; the best thing to do is to conduct this professionally, rather than projecting my own thoughts here, or else many sentences will be scratched away or whited out. Mr. Hayes stands at 6'3, with broad shoulders, a wide chest, thin waist, and [s]mile-[/s]long legs. He is very fit. There was no question to be asked, because it was obvious he goes to the gym frequently. His weight comes almost to 210, muscle making him heavier, and he looks to be the embodiment of not only a healthy but also fit twenty-four year old. His skin complexion was a golden tan, which only further highlighted his better assets. There were no distinguishing marks, blemishes, nor tattoos to note.

Mr. Hayes' hair was some of the healthiest, most well-taken care of hair I have had the pleasure of touching (after some leaning away and frowns from the man himself). The texture was soft, no split ends, and the hair itself was bouncy and shiny, anyone with long hair's envy. His hair had stopped just above his shoulders, ends curling outward, in a layered fashion. The color had appeared to be more of a dark brown but in the right light, appeared lighter, an almost dirty blonde but not quite. His eyebrows were thinner towards the outside, the color dark brown, set above eyes that couldn't decide what color they wished to be; at times, they had appeared to be a green, other times darker, but overall, they came off as a bright hazel. He informed me that sometimes, he might sport some facial hair, which is darker like the rest of his hair, and at the present time, he had been indeed sporting facial hair, a fine dusting that traveled down his neck. He said he might shave it; I had to resist asking him not too. Since he hadn't stopped smiling, the dimples in his cheeks were quite distracting; they were deep and noticeable, eye-catching, standing out beneath his facial hair. They add to his appeal. He had a fine face overall, with a straight nose, pink, borderline cupid's bow lips, with straight, shockingly white teeth behind them.

Overall, My. Hayes takes very good care of himself, not only his body, but also his skin and hair, and he has a well-deserved confidence over his appearance. His clothing style suits what I have seen of him; he came in sporting a pair of casual dark jeans, a white v-neck shirt with a button-down, jean-styled shirt over it, and a nice watch on his left wrist. From what I could gather, his style is casual but a high-casual, since he, sheepishly, admitted to owning a few sweater-vests and slacks, but also a few plaid button-downs and beanies.[/color][/indent]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Biography:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]One chooses a career because they are either passionate about it, or want to make money. Camden has his master's degree in psychology, possibly getting his doctoral degree after his year at S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy depending on how it goes, and has firsthand experience with handling various mental aliments. The reason Camden chose this career path is not only because he does want to help people, but also because he grew up not with a father, but a war-weary soldier diagnosed with PTSD, anxiety and depression coming along with that, and had a tendency to use alcohol as a crutch. Growing up in that environment wasn't normal, yet his mother was a strong and caring woman, and she tried her best to make Camden's life as normal as possible, even when trying to care for her husband. Camden had a slightly normal childhood; he got average grades in school, had the close best friend who was younger (and who he had a total crush on), and joined the soccer team. Slightly is the keyword - when he was home, Camden had to learn from his mother on how to handle his father when he was having an episode, or had consumed a bit too much alcohol. As the years went on, Camden had been hoping his father would get better, especially when he began going to the DVA and having weekly group and private therapy sessions. This was about the time Camden was eleven, and he even got to meet his father's therapist, a nice guy named Sam Wilson. It seemed like his father was actually getting better; drinking less, so he was growing less aggressive towards them (always verbal attacks, though at times, it had bordered on physical), getting up easier in the mornings, actually going out to do something simple such as pay a bill or get a few groceries. Things were beginning to look up.

His father relapsed over the years many times, never able to put down the bottle or refusing to take his medication. Sometimes, he'd go months without seeing Wilson, going on a drinking binge, before feeling horrible and returning to the DVA. His mother kept hope, kept on a happy face, and so Camden did too. At eighteen, Camden moved out; his family was pretty well off, and so he got help on the down payment for a cozy, little apartment in a nicer neighborhood, and had a part-time job, was at the time looking for a second job, to pay the monthly rent rather than relying on his mother. He was starting college that upcoming Fall, having already decided to go into psychology, having went to the DVA with his father at times, seeing firsthand the therapy sessions and talking to Wilson himself. Camden had always been curious and Wilson had no trouble offering details of what being a therapist was like; Camden had his heart set on the job, and he wanted to work for a DVA like Sam. But, that year had been one of his worse. His best friend was forced to leave the city without a goodbye, his father got drunk and hit his mother one night; the guilt and hate his father felt at himself sent him over the edge and he killed himself with a pistol. It felt like it happened in quick session, the two Earth-rocking events happening roughly a month apart, and starting college had been a struggle with all that weighing on him. Camden had never been close to his father yet he was devastated. Not only for himself, but for his mother, who was torn to pieces. At his father's funeral, Wilson approached him; the man said Camden needed someone to talk too and he gave Camden his number, and said to call him sometime. Camden, at first, hadn't taken Sam up on his kind offer. He moved back home, not minding the longer rides to his school if it meant his mother could have much needed company and support.

Camden was struggling with his own emotions, yet he hid it well, comforting his mother and taking care of her. His mother had always been strong, and she insisted on not being coddled, but she sometimes let Camden baby her anyway. She had needed it and even she knew that. Camden was struggling in school, with his grades, and when he realized he was barely passing, and the middle of the semester was approaching fast, he went and spoke to Sam. After that, Camden often went and saw the man, which helped greatly; his grades went up, and he actually rose quite quickly to the top of his class. Camden was surprise when he and Sam actually became friends, and Sam often let him bum around in the DVA, sit in on sessions, offer up his own advice and kind words. This went on for roughly seven years, and after getting his Masters, Camden admitted to Sam (the only person he has ever fully opened up too, even hiding things from his old best friend) that he felt like he could be doing something more, something bigger. That was when Camden was introduced to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. Camden had known Sam was part of the Avengers, had met them at one time, but he had never thought to get involve in that business. He had almost forgotten Sam was human, just like him, yet he kept up with the enhanced heroes just fine. He also thought about Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, and realized maybe going to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy wasn't such a big feat after all.

However, he voiced his concerns to Sam over the fact he might know some hand-to-hand combat, but that wasn't enough. Sam told him he had him, and Camden had been surprised that Sam revealed to him he had been working with Tony Stark on a new jetpack with wings built in, and that Sam had wanted Camden to be the one to test it out. Camden had been slightly weary at first but overall, he was excited. He got to meet Tony Stark again, even hitting it off with the man quite well which was pretty damn cool since his last meeting with him had been brief, and with the help from Tony modifying the pack, and Sam training him with it, Camden had his own wings, and he was ready to go into S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.[/color][/indent]

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[color=9fc374][h1][sub]Extras[/sub][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=9fc374][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]✔ Researching/reading/learning.
✔ Cold desserts of any sort.
✔ Hot liquids.
✔ Deep conversations (more on the mental side of things).
✔ Nighttime (total night owl).
✔ Psychology movies.
✔ Musicals/Broadway.
✔ Yoga/meditation.[/color][/indent]

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[color=9fc374][b][u]Dislikes[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]✘ Having all eyes on him.
✘ Having his hair touched/messed with.
✘ Seeing people hurt/jokes at the expense of others.
✘ Alcohol (he has seen firsthand the damage it can do to a person).
✘ Guns (he isn't against them, and will use one, he just doesn't enjoy it, and the sound of one going off makes him flinch).
✘ His handwriting (chicken-scratch, as he sees it).
✘ Bragging/cocky attitudes/loudmouths.
✘ The fact he can't sing.[/color][/indent]

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[color=9fc374][b][u]Miscellaneous:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][color=5a7836]Camden has a tendency to over-analyze not only others' emotions but his own as well; he self-reflects often and this leads to him questioning his own reactions in a past situation, and leads him to wondering why he made that action. It's a slight problem, since he often goes off to be alone and reflect upon himself. Sort of like a form of meditation; he sits in the quiet and just lets his mind go, though he also realizes it is a serious problem, because he brings his own person into question and looks himself over with a fine-tooth comb, which can cause him to notice things he does not like. Which, sometimes, can be good if he does need to change something, but most of the time, he's over-analyzing and over-thinking on his own person, and he's often taking his time to reply in a conversation, or sometimes even react in a situation, because he wants to be sure he's making the right choice. However, he does know his own person very well, understands why he does a lot of what he does, and realizes his own feelings towards certain things/people, which can be very beneficial and doesn't lead to him putting himself in-denial or ignoring an important, pressing matter. There are definitely pros and cons to how his mind works.

While he might over-analyze himself, he also over-analyzes others in his head. He has a problem with separating his personal opinion of people from his "professional" opinion; he can be a friend, even a good friend, but he does have the issue of going "shrink" on people without even realizing it, even if it's strictly in his head. Sometimes, it might come out of his mouth. He tries his best to not over-analyze others, but it's very hard for him to not notice things about others, and to draw conclusions about it, and give suggestions/advice (hopefully all in his head). He doesn't even notice he's doing it a lot of time, until later when he's self-reflecting, but he is, honestly, unsure how to find a happy medium with it all.

Camden also has a problem where he does not let himself appear upset in front of others, and if someone does notice, he wouldn't let that someone comfort him/talk to him about it. He has a problem with feeling like he can help himself, one big reason he self-reflects so often, and he doesn't want to put his problems onto anyone else (though he knows that is illogical, that it's okay to do that, and it isn't putting his problems onto anyone else. But, he prefers self-reflecting, and attempting to help himself, rather than having others help him). He will do anything to help others but the moment someone tries to return that favour, he brushes it off, pretends he's okay, and turns the conversation into another direction (the only person he has truly opened up to and let help him was Sam Wilson).[/color][/indent]

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