Avatar of Dedonus

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

Jerod: "Lass, ah am far t' drunk t' see t'at far in a strai't line. And so ye did 'ave a 'and in it!"
Jerod

Abra: "I thought you just told that red cavalier over there that you were not mentally impaired? And you're still staring."

"I don't want to talk you anymore, mean witch." Set's another four guys on fire.
Jacob

Abra: "Hey! I'm just being logical here. Most sixteen year olds usually have not matured physically, mentally, and emotionally. I think that your temper tantrum and setting those guys on fire (I think I might be sick) might prove it."
---

"Go a'ead and try, 'orseman. I got 'it before I started, now t'ey cannae 'it me. Ain' no one 'ere mentally impaired!"
Jerod

Marius: I worry about you sometimes, you know that.
"This child just crossed an entire field of battle immolated a guy and lead an army here. Please don't hurt the feelings of tactician helping you."

Abra: Sorry if the truth hurts...
Jerod: "Ach, I don' buy tha' fer a bloody second."
Jerod

Abra: I didn't do it on purpose. And my eyes are up here, perv.

---

Jerod: "I' worked 'orseman, I wouldn' compain over much, savvy?"
Jerod

Marius: I don't want anyone mentally impaired while in battle. That's final! Jacob put me in charge, so follow my orders, or be benched!

@Eisenhorn
...what looked like some mage who overinflated her own bodily proportions...
Jerod

Abra: "It's not my fault! Wait, did I say that out loud?"

---

...which indeed happened to be King Booze...
Jerod

Marius: "There is absolutely NO drinking while in battle in this army!"
Player Name: Dedonus
Character You Wish To Play: Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye
Moral Alignment: Hero.
Affiliation: S.H.I.E.L.D.
Character Origin & Backstory:
Clinton Barton was born to a troubled family (and that’s putting it kindly) in Waverly, Iowa. His father, Harold, was a chronic alcoholic who would beat Clint’s mother, his brother, Barney, and Clint himself. His mother was no better, as she was withdrawn and unsympathetic, seeing her husband’s abuse of her children as a victory because she was not the one at the receiving ends of Harold Barton’s blows. However, tragedy struck (or poetic justice, as Comic Vine describes it), when both Mr. and Mrs. Barton died in a car accident while Harold Barton was well over the lawful BAC.

As a result of their parents’ deaths, Clint and Barney were placed into the foster system. The Barton boys, as they were called, jumped from foster home to foster home until they were received by a certain Buck Chisholm. Unlike the previous foster homes, the two Barton boys felt welcomed and desired in the Chisholm residence. In fact, Buck and his friend, Jacques Duquesne, even allowed the two Barton boys to participate and even train for Renaissance fairs (or faires, as Buck and Jacques put it). Clint got particular attention from the two friends, as they saw real potential in Clint’s archery ability, much to the chagrin of his brother, Barney, who felt that Clint was now absorbing all the lime light from their new foster parent. Things began to look good for Clint.

That was, until a few years later Clint stumbled upon Buck and Jacques’ scheme of ripping off the fair. The two friends discovered that Clint was privy to the plot and they tried to get him to remain silent. When Clint refused, as it was the ‘right’ thing to do, Buck and Jacques brutalized him and left him for dead. If it was not for one of the other Renaissance fair actors finding the young Barton boy that night, Clint might have died that night. Once this abuse was reported to child services, the Barton boys were immediately removed from the Chisholm custody (Buck and Jacques had gone on the run prior to this) and they were placed in another foster home.

As time passed, Clint and Barney grew further apart from each other since Barney believed that Clint had betrayed their former foster parent, even though Barney was not receiving as much attention from them as Clint was. Once they went to college, they went their separate ways. Clint attended the University of Iowa (the Hawkeyes!) and continued to practice his archery skills, even joining a club team while at the University of Iowa. After he graduated from college, he was approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. and [SECTION REDACTED – S.H.I.E.L.D. PRIVACY].

Powers and Abilities:
-Master Archer: If anyone could string Odysseus’ bow, Hawkeye would be the one to do it. Through practice and dedication, Hawkeye has mastered the art of archery, allowing him to make shots that normal people could never make.

-“Bottomless Quiver”: From Taser-Arrows to Ice-Arrows to Boomerang Arrows (just for the laughs), with the resources at Clint’s disposal due to his employment at S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no limit to the kinds (and number) of arrows that Clint can use.

-Peak Human Endurance and Strength: Clint, due to his S.H.IE.L.D. training, is a fit and strong as any modern athlete. While this might not be enough to overcome superhumans, Clint is athletic enough to overcome the average person.

-Expert Acrobat: Combined with his S.H.I.E.L.D. conditioning, Hawkeye can perform acrobatic feats that most ‘normal’ people could only dream of completing. Again, just like his strength, his acrobatic skills are limited by what a fit athletic could accomplish.

Weaknesses:
-Normal Human: Hawkeye cannot take on another superhuman strength-for-strength.

-“I don’t kill”: Hawkeye follows the “Good Guy Code”. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Hawkeye never goes for the kill. Hawkeye has a record in S.H.I.E.L.D. for the number of targets that he has brought in alive.

Sample Story Arcs:
-Mockingbird: Since I figure that Black Widow would be a too ‘popular’ character to NPC at this point, I figured Mockingbird would do nicely in Black Widow’s stead.

-Hawkeye will allow me to have some direct control over S.H.I.E.L.D., which, as the GM, I probably should have.

-[WEST COAST] AVENGERS! ASSEMBLE! / Thunderbolts

Sample Post:
Hawkeye and Mockingbird stood waiting in the briefing room. These two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stood out like a sore thumb amongst the group of the other agents, since they wore colorful costumes instead of the standard gray and black shades that the other agents usually wore. Hawkeye’s attire event stood out even more than Mockingbird’s because his costume was almost entirely purple, while the later at least had dark blue accenting the white portion of her outfit. “Hey, it helps prevent friendly-fire!” Hawkeye would usually say in his defense of their fashion decisions. But in spite of the flamboyance of their apparel, Clint and Bobbi still got the job done.

Suddenly, another agent walked into the briefing room, holding several folders that he intended to issue out to the others once he had entered. Once the files and folders were passed around, the man clicked a button on a small remote that he held in his hand, causing the screen behind himself to activate. “Here is your next assignment, ladies and gentlemen.” Agent Coulson announced to his fellow agents with a confident, but calm voice. “This is David Cannon. While we do not yet know whether the X-Gene granted him powers or if he used some other means, Mr. Cannon is capable of creating a localized tornado around himself. Local authorities have been unable to stop him, so it is up to us to apprehend him. Are there any questions before we set out?”

“I have one.” Hawkeye yelled out, grinning at what he intended to say, “Are we about ready to go on a man hunt after the Tasmanian Devil?”

“Any other questions?” Rolling his eyes, Coulson obviously ignored Hawkeye’s remark about how the powers of this supervillain mirrored the abilities of the Warner Bros. cartoon character. “If not, everyone is dismissed.”
Hawkeye and Jimmy Howlett Jr. are both accepted.
Marius
Marius tightened his grip around his spear, focusing his attention on the swordsman who was standing in front of him. While he had heard Jacob’s order, that he was in charge while Jacob was away, Marius thought it was not necessary for him to say anything. Marius did not want to give the enemy the advantage, which would have be present if the horseman had redirected his attention away from the battle towards giving a response to Jacob.

"You lead and I'll follow." Marius turned to see the young spearwoman take Jacob’s position beside him.

“Protect the flank and make sure no one gets past you.” Marius felt weird saying that, since usually it was the cavalry’s job at protecting the flanks of an army, using the mobility of horsemen to press their advantage over footbound soldiers.

Using the length advantage that the lance had over a regular sword, Marius tested the enemy swordsman, throwing thrusts here and there, keeping the warrior on the defensive and determining his stances. Finally, once the swordsman had let his guard down and made a mistake, Marius made the final move, thrusting his spear into the warrior.

“Who’s next?”
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Abra
Abra was already in shock. Everything happened so quickly. One moment she was being carried away for god knows what. The next, two psychopaths happened to cross our path (although at the pace they were going, it did not look like an accident that we ran into one another). And one of Abra’s ‘rescuers’ just mutilated the two men, lopping off the shoulder of one of the soldiers and throwing (yes, throwing) her sword directly into the chest of the other one. A little overkill.

“You killed them.” Abra muttered, still shaken by the experience, seeing people act first, ask questions later. Once her bounds were cut and Abra could feel the ground underneath her feet, Abra tried to get a hold of herself. Even though her legs still felt weak from being in shock and her stomach turned from seeing the blood and gore, Abra attempted to keep it together.

"Hey Niya, how's she holding up?" Abra heard the swordswoman, who had used her own sword as a projectile against one of her captors.

“I’m doing fine.” Even though she tried to sound confident, her trembling voice and the green tint of her face betrayed her. While she really wanted to say it, should could bring herself to tell her ‘rescuers’ that they should have tried to save her using a strategy that did not have the possibility of herself becoming a fatality. Maybe she could not speak up because one of them dispatched her captors so easily and without any hesitation.

"Hey, figured you could use some help, I'm Jacob by way, Champion of Naga."

“Um…” Abra really did not know what to say when she saw the so-called ‘Champion of Naga’, or at least anything that would not offend him. “But you’re just a child. What are you doing in a place like this?”

Then four horsemen, obviously not friendly, encircled them. “How could this day get any worse?” Abra thought to herself. Maybe she should just push the so-called ‘Champion’ into the horsemen? No, that would not do much. They mounted soldiers already mentioned their interest in “collecting” the rest of them after they killed the young boy called Jacob. Maybe that swordswoman, who seemed to be called Solanne (or at least her mounted companion called her that), would go all berserk and kill them like the scouts that had captured Abra. All Abra knew was something had to happen.
Is it just me or do I smell the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere...
And I shall be posting after Dedonus has his up, won't take me long after that to be good to go.

Working on the post right now.
Also, Deadpool is accepted. You may now move him over to the character tab and you are free to post with Deadpool.

@Nightraider

Edit: Also, Hawkeye is done.
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet