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Previous Name: Clint Barton
Myth: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Past Life Information: Clint was a runaway, then a circus kid, then a delinquent, then a superhero. He died some, he came back to life, he kissed Loki, he kissed Wanda... Look, he kissed a lot of people. But not Kate Bishop. Even Clint was smart enough not to do that. He had a cool dog and was deaf and saved the day a lot and was pretty much a walking disaster half the time, but he did his best.
Current Name: Clint Gilmore
Age: 29
Occupation: Private Eye. Just call him Veronica Mars! (Actually, don't: he knows he's not that cool.) He moonlights as a country-blues-bluegrass musician on the weekends.
Personality: Clint is kind of a smart-ass, but in a way that's mostly friendly and self-deprecating. He has his shit together way more than he lets on (or even realizes), and he still thinks of himself as kind of a teenage dirtbag. Realizing he has a steady flow of income, has kept all his plants alive for over a year, and is actually good at what he does tends to make him stop and reflect on just how weird life can be. He rolls with the punches, but when it's call for, he's more than willing to punch back.
Background: Clint was a runaway, just like in last life--only this time, he didn't have his brother, and he didn't land in a circus. He did find himself doing some questionable things to survive along the Vegas strip, most of which he doesn't talk about. (He's not embarrassed; he just doesn't consider that part of his life anymore.) He was on the strip when he met Esther Hofstadler. She was drunk and pretty and nice to him, the last of which was his kryptonite. The two of them hooked up and somehow found themselves deeply in love and married within the span of a weekend.
When it came time for Esther to return home with her new not-exactly-of-legal-age husband, the consequences came calling. Esther made an emotional call home and her parents swooped in to set things right. Clint felt defensive when he first met the Hofstadlers, but they were really nice to him too (kryptonite!), so even though he and Esther got a quickie annulment, he somehow found himself being bundled up and taken back home with them.
He felt like a sore thumb amongst the charming Hofstadler family, but he liked them, and he wanted to try, so Clint did his best. He and Zach became unlikely friends, and then unlikely best friends, and then unlikely bffs forever and ever. Clint and Esther fairly quickly fell out of love, but Clint's adoration of the entire Hofstadler family (and Zach in particular) has been life-long. When Zach started getting itchy feet, Clint was the first to gas up his convertible and try to lure him eastward...mostly in a bid to get invited along to wherever Zach was going. If he made it seem like his idea, then Clint couldn't get left behind, right?
When Zach landed in New Orleans, Clint picked back up what he'd been doing before: tending bars and doing some minor bounty hunter and PI grunt work (once he got his licence in New Orleans, of course.) It wasn't long, however, before he began making connections and finding clients of his own. Clint is good with the weirdos and outcasts of the world, and they need his help more than anyone, so.
He has an office now, with a little sleeping loft and a kitchen, though he spends a lot of time at Zach's. He still plays country-bluegrass on the off night.
Current Status: Unaware
Myth: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Past Life Information: Clint was a runaway, then a circus kid, then a delinquent, then a superhero. He died some, he came back to life, he kissed Loki, he kissed Wanda... Look, he kissed a lot of people. But not Kate Bishop. Even Clint was smart enough not to do that. He had a cool dog and was deaf and saved the day a lot and was pretty much a walking disaster half the time, but he did his best.
Current Name: Clint Gilmore
Age: 29
Occupation: Private Eye. Just call him Veronica Mars! (Actually, don't: he knows he's not that cool.) He moonlights as a country-blues-bluegrass musician on the weekends.
Personality: Clint is kind of a smart-ass, but in a way that's mostly friendly and self-deprecating. He has his shit together way more than he lets on (or even realizes), and he still thinks of himself as kind of a teenage dirtbag. Realizing he has a steady flow of income, has kept all his plants alive for over a year, and is actually good at what he does tends to make him stop and reflect on just how weird life can be. He rolls with the punches, but when it's call for, he's more than willing to punch back.
Background: Clint was a runaway, just like in last life--only this time, he didn't have his brother, and he didn't land in a circus. He did find himself doing some questionable things to survive along the Vegas strip, most of which he doesn't talk about. (He's not embarrassed; he just doesn't consider that part of his life anymore.) He was on the strip when he met Esther Hofstadler. She was drunk and pretty and nice to him, the last of which was his kryptonite. The two of them hooked up and somehow found themselves deeply in love and married within the span of a weekend.
When it came time for Esther to return home with her new not-exactly-of-legal-age husband, the consequences came calling. Esther made an emotional call home and her parents swooped in to set things right. Clint felt defensive when he first met the Hofstadlers, but they were really nice to him too (kryptonite!), so even though he and Esther got a quickie annulment, he somehow found himself being bundled up and taken back home with them.
He felt like a sore thumb amongst the charming Hofstadler family, but he liked them, and he wanted to try, so Clint did his best. He and Zach became unlikely friends, and then unlikely best friends, and then unlikely bffs forever and ever. Clint and Esther fairly quickly fell out of love, but Clint's adoration of the entire Hofstadler family (and Zach in particular) has been life-long. When Zach started getting itchy feet, Clint was the first to gas up his convertible and try to lure him eastward...mostly in a bid to get invited along to wherever Zach was going. If he made it seem like his idea, then Clint couldn't get left behind, right?
When Zach landed in New Orleans, Clint picked back up what he'd been doing before: tending bars and doing some minor bounty hunter and PI grunt work (once he got his licence in New Orleans, of course.) It wasn't long, however, before he began making connections and finding clients of his own. Clint is good with the weirdos and outcasts of the world, and they need his help more than anyone, so.
He has an office now, with a little sleeping loft and a kitchen, though he spends a lot of time at Zach's. He still plays country-bluegrass on the off night.
Current Status: Unaware