The Hawk is in the house! Oh...hi sir...here's my paper

Name: BARTON, Clinton "Clint" Francis

Nicknames: A lot of people call me the Hawk because of my fondness for the bird, others call me Legolas because I use the bow as my main weapon…I wish people would stop calling me Katniss though. I do enjoy being called “The World’s Greatest Marksman” although I have considered a lot "Hawkeye" as a possible option for a super hero name.

Age: 18

Sex: I’m a dude of course

Sexual Orientation: Chicks, preferably red headed

Origins: Waverly, Iowa

Abilities: Even though I don’t have any superhuman powers, I see everything…literally. I can see the small ant crawling on the floor to the smallest glint of lie in your eyes. Other than that, I excel in fencing, acrobatics and of course I’m a great marksman having been trained since childhood in the circus. I know a bit of martial arts and hand to hand combat too but I prefer ranged combat with my bow and arrows which aren’t normal by the way. They are trick arrows, a few of them designed by myself, they can explode, melt, or catch things in a net and the list goes on. With these assets I believe I can be a great soldier…I’d like to be a Black Op agent…I feel like playing Call Of Duty Black Ops.

Anterior life: My parents died in a car accident due to my drunken father when I was only a little kid leaving my big brother Barney and I in an orphanage which we quickly ran away from. We ended up at the doorstep of a circus called Carlson Carnival of Traveling Wonders, a damned place if you ask me now. They took us in and taught us archery and fencing to become part of their acts. A few years ago I discovered that one of my mentors was stealing money from the circus and I decided to turn him in to authorities. Unfortunately he sort of found out my plan and let's say I got pretty beaten up...and my brother never stood up to help me that day and my other mentor only turned a blind eye on what had happened. So I ran away from the circus and have been on my own since then, sometimes travelling a few months with one circus than another.

Motivations: I should become and Avenger because you asked me to? I mean it has only been a month ago that one of your S.H.I.E.L.D. agents…I think his name was Phil…asked me to join your academy after he saw one of my performances in the circus and thought I possessed an uncanny skill with the bow. But I guess I should be part of your team because I just want to do what’s right and helping people out is the right thing to do. This experience should definitely be beneficial giving me a chance to begin a new life, one that I’ll hopefully prefer than my past one and that doesn’t involve a damn clown…hate those things.