|frαncís ❝frαnkíє❞ вαrtσn (stillhawkeye) wrote,|
@ 2020-10-09 02:10:00
When Francis Clinton Barton was born, the second born child to the struggling Barton newly weds, her dad took one look at her and walked out of the room with his head hung low. From that day on, it was more than apparent that Francis would've been better off born a boy. She learned pretty early on not to rely on people, especially when cancer killed her mother and three years later, her father finally met his end at the bottom of a bottle.
Francis and her older brother Barney were put into the system that was already over burdened with unwanted or orphaned children and swiftly lost faith in anything offered as a fix. Francis had to deal with the taunts and jibes that came with being a scrawny kid in an orphanage. Barney wasn't that great at looking out for her, so Francis had to figure out how to do that for herself. One such way was using Frankie instead of Francis and spending the three years she was at the orphanage with bloody knuckles from fighting. She was eight when she and Barney ran away from their abusive foster parents after a fractured arm left Frankie in agony for three weeks. Under fed, cold and with nothing but the clothes on their backs, the Barton siblings wandered for five miles before they found a circus, setting up in small town Iowa.
Joining the circus as little more than helpers to start with, Frankie struck up a friendship with Moldiva; the bearded lady, who started to teach her little tricks around the place and how to cook, but it was Swordsman and Trick Shot who gave her the most guidance. Noticing Frankie's keen eye, Trick Shot took her under his wing, offering tutelage in the art of archery, learning Trick Shot's trade and studying the acrobatics of the place from the tightrope walkers and the trapeze artists while Swordsman taught her sword fighting, knife throwing and how to juggle knives.
The Circus quickly became family, with Moldiva taking the place as a surrogate mother and forcing Frankie and Barney to attend school when possible. However, when Frankie was nearing 15, difficult circumstances led to her expulsion from the circus by Swordsman and essentially, Francis was left behind.
Beaten, alone and penniless, Frankie turned to petty crime to keep herself fed and warm. Until petty crime turned to actual crime and then Frankie found herself using her circus-trained skills to break numerous laws. Her conscience kicked up a fuss for about two minutes before Frankie told it to shut the fuck up, because she needed fed that week. This was where Frankie started to bend moral justice just a little in order to suit herself. There was nothing wrong with stealing to survive, and when push came to shove, killing to defend yourself was just common sense.
The problem was that her actions attracted some attention and soon Frankie found himself with a job she really couldn't say no to. But then, the mercenary life isn't that bad. Working with her skills from the circus, Frankie is more than capable of killing where needed, and life lessons have honed her other skills. She's not always a one-woman band, but she's been known to get every job she's taken down.
Taking the name 'Hawkeye', Frankie knows that one day, news will travel and she'll either come face to face with Swordsman, Trick Shot or even Barney again. And when it does happen, they'll know her rep and then she'll show them. She's not some expendable piece of trash like they thought. Until then, it's just making money.
Frankie is a slight woman; she's skinny to the point of looking like a twig, all sharp bones and features, small wrists and protruding hips. It's not the ungainly, unfed look that she used to rock, but it's not too far off it really.
Before she left the orphanage, Francis had pretty blond hair down to the middle of her back. She didn't hate it. It looked kinda cute in bows and had a natural wave to it. Now, it's crudely cut short, cupping around her jaw and usually a little dirty looking, it's not exactly her fault though. Showers and shampoo aren't the highest priority for her.
Years of training and acrobatics have made Frankie a rather fit young woman. She's well toned and carries a lot of strength in her upper body; something required for her weapon of choice really. Even with the numerous scars she carries, she's a very attractive woman.
When cleaned up, her pale skin, soft blond hair and striking blue eyes make for a near lethal combination. And if that doesn't work, she's almost always got at least on blade or gun hidden on her persons.
Frankie Barton is...well, an ass. To a great extent. She's a loner by nature which regularly comes off as being a bitch, while she mostly just enjoys her own company rather than the noise and chaos of those around her. She's not 'quiet', per say, but her opinions are short, sharp and to the point. Often dripping in sarcasm too. She has a sharp wit, denoting a keen mind that was never fully utilised but instead heightened towards a narrow scope of things to become increasingly brilliant at -one liners, casual comebacks, random facts about under appreciated American tourist traps. Frankie has patience by the bucketload; she can literally sit in one spot in the same position for hours, it's tried and tested and something that she's honed for years. But she has a bit a of a short fuse when it comes to complete morons and she's not the type to bite her tongue -unless that moron is signing her paycheck, in which case she exercises a little bit of control.
Frankie's moral compass is a little battered; she sees right and wrong, but there's this massive canyon between them where she tends to find herself sitting and wondering just what the hell was going on around her. Frankie is more of a reactionist than a rationalist, which makes it really a good thing when she's not the one calling the shots or making the decisions. She's not a follower to a T, but she does prefer to take the backseat than drive.
Friendships don't come exceptionally easy, first there has to be a level of respect, then some kind of affection -even if it is of the annoyance variety- and slowly a trust might build. Frankie trusts few people, rarely actually opening up to the point of a full fledged friendship, but acquaintances are nice to come by from time to time.
NAME: Clinton Francis Barton
NICKNAMES: Frankie, Clint, Squirt, Bitch
MARITAL STATUS: Single
RESIDENCE: Anywhere, Earth, the Universe
LIKES: quiet, thick books, smell of ammonia, target practice, lazy mornings, coffee, assignments that don't involve sitting in the rain for seven hours, re-runs of Family Guy.
DISLIKES: constant noise, idiot smart people, the self-entitled of the world, drum solos, kittens/cats/felines of almost all description, automatic rifles.
STRENGTHS: independent thinker, stoic nature, creative genius, sarcastic wit
WEAKNESSES: slow to trust, sarcastic wit, tendency to question orders, loner nature
PARENTS: Edith & Harold Barton (deceased)
SIBLINGS: Charles Bernard 'Barney' Barton
SKILLS: Under Trick Shot's instruction, Frankie became an expert marksman; her ability with a bow and arrow are unrivalled, she can make shots from several hundred feet, hit targets from moving vehicles and in the pouring rain that most couldn't even contemplate. Frankie is fully qualified in a multitude of firearms including hand guns, rifles, shot guns and launchers. However, Frankie's preferred gun, when needed is a sniper rifle, she does carry a glock 9mm standard issue back up when working.
Additionally, Frankie is a highly skilled acrobat and martial artist. While her hand-to-hand combat is not as solid as her fire arms capabilities, Frankie's natural talent at acrobatics meant her ability in certain martial arts was seamless upon her instruction during her chosen career path.
OOC: SQUID· 25· GMT | PB: RUTA GEDMINTAS | CHARACTER SHEET MADE BY LAYOUTTESST