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Name: Adri
Contact: misstakin22 on AIM/misstakin/merryprankster.adri [at] gmail.com
Age: 19
Current characters: N/A
IC
Name: Bullseye. (Real name unknown - he'll be using the alias Lester most often.)
Fandom: Marvel.
History link: Marvel Wiki.
Canon point: After his run with the Dark Avengers, which coincides with the end of Siege.
Personality:
When prompted to describe Bullseye in a word, it wouldn't take many people long to decide on "psychotic" or one of its many synonyms.
He's an obsessive sadist. He lives from fight to fight, and everything in between is just filler until he can hurt someone else. It gets to the point where he gets anxious if he hasn't had the opportunity to kill anyone in a while, and in that case he'll find a way to relieve that anxiety. Generally it doesn't get that far, but while under the direction of Norman Osborn he was forced to exercise a considerable amount of self-restraint (with the help of some pretty powerful meds) and he was often complaining about not getting enough action and having to be a "good guy" all the time, even if being on a team of crimefighters wasn't what really bothered him.
Bullseye doesn't really seem to care what side he's on, as long as he gets to beat people up and do what he wants. His moral compass is somewhat nonexistent, even though he does draw the line occasionally on "crazy" behaviour. For example, he doesn't find it hypocritical at all to call someone else a psycho if they're taking a certain amount of pleasure in their actions, clearly feeling that they are crazier than himself. He doesn't identify actions as "good" or "evil," nor does he identify people in the same way. People, to him, fit on a scale from boring to exciting, all the way up to downright psychotic. While this can be mistaken as judging people on being good or evil, a "psycho" doing good deeds still receives the same amount of respect or disdain that they would if they were doing something bad.
It's never clarified where in his life he lost his basic morality. Bullseye hints multiple times at a terrible upbringing, but he tends to focus more on the fact that he killed his parents and doesn't have any remorse about it. When asked how or why, he generally lies, but he never holds back the hatred he has for them. It's a question of nature vs. nurture, and with no clear indications of how his childhood went it's most likely a combination of the two.
On top of Bullseye's more homicidal tendencies, he's an impeccable asshole. The only time he acts sensitive or genuine is when he's trying to make a kill more enjoyable. Everything's about the kill, in the end. When it's not, he doesn't hold back on any sexist, perverted, racist or generally insensitive opinions he might have. He definitely gives everyone around him multiple reasons to hate him, but he doesn't honestly care. Usually he's surrounded by people who are just as horrible as he is, so no one's really judging anyone else anyway.
Lastly, Bullseye has an ego. He defines himself by whether he wins or loses. When he wins (kills or next-to-kills someone), he views it as an accomplishment, something that should be celebrated. When he loses, he views it as an embarrassment that needs to be avenged immediately.
When it gets down to it, Bullseye isn't a very deep guy. What you see is what you get.
Powers/Abilities:
As is traditional with Marvel characters that aren't main characters, Bullseye's power set is never really defined. They are somewhat outlined here, however that doesn't make it as clear as it could be. Therefore, I will make a list!
Perfect Aim; While it technically isn't a superhuman power, Bullseye's ability to hit any target with absolutely any projectile is uncanny enough to be counted here. It's made fairly clear that if Bullseye can see his target, he can hit it.
Durability; As his bones are laced with Adamantium, a metal that is completely indestructible when solid, they are unbreakable and can survive some of the worst injuries as a result.
Athleticism; Like most of his fellow superheroes, Bullseye has the unexplained and mostly unrelated fitness of an Olympic athlete and then some. It's assumed that he works out in his spare time, but the muscles upon muscles don't just come out of nowhere.
Close Combat; Bullseye is a skilled fighter. Like his fitness, it can be assumed most of it is learned and naturally developed, but some of it is a component of his perfect aim.
Prose sample:
It was so thrilling, to kill. Bullseye - or rather, Hawkeye - could feel it right down to his finger tips as he programmed the control panel to get back to Avengers Tower. To snap someone's neck like that - there was nothing better in the world. To feel someone's heartbeat just stop beneath your fingers... it made Bullseye's heart pound that much louder with the knowledge that he was alive and that he had control over the mortality of everyone around him. The meds couldn't make him forget that. They just kept his rage in check when Osborn needed him to be a good avenger and not kill the townspeople. It was a totally different story when someone needed to be offed.
Poor Lindy. She didn't have a chance.
Bullseye liked getting what he wanted. Lindy in particular hadn't been all that difficult, but he got to take a life. When it got down to it, he had been getting anxious and anyone would do. Watching her lifeless body topple into the ocean like a bag of flour made him tingle with the feeling of a job well done.
It was better than sex.
Sex was great, but this. This.
It really was too bad he'd have to lie when he got back and tell The Sentry that it was a suicide. He'd like to take credit, but that'd get him killed, and he wasn't stupid. At least with the suicide story there was only a chance he'd get killed, and he was pretty sure Osborn would be there, or that useless Hand chick would be there to call The Sentry off. That was pretty much her job anyway, right? Speaking of...
Bullseye leaned over and flicked the radio back on, leaning back and cockily starting in with, "Hey, Vicky--" and, as expected, she immediately started angrily demanding to know where he was and what he was doing and other such nonsense.
Damn stupid woman. Fucking useless. Just like the rest of them.
"Relax, I'm on my way," he said, taking his sweet time cruising back over the ocean. The next voice that came over the radio, however, triggered something in his chest that all but ruined that near-post-coital feeling that crushing Lindy's trachea had given him. Daken. Fucking Daken - everyone kept saying it was just the pheromones, that Daken just wanted to get a rise out of him, but it was working. The guy was a damn masochist that got off when Bullseye was stabbing him through the chest with whatever was available at the time, but that didn't stop Bullseye from wanting to stab him again. And he probably would have if the meds weren't making his urges manageable.
It wasn't that he minded the pills, but life was more fun back when he could take his anger out properly.
Bullseye shook his head, trying to get back to that feeling. He didn't know when he'd get to kill again - he had to savour this and he wouldn't let Daken ruin it.
"Like I said, I'm on my goddamn way," he said, leaning forward again and turning the radio off before that bastard could get in another word. Nothing would ruin this. Not right away, anyway.
Links: Nothing but this tiny thread.
Name: Adri
Contact: misstakin22 on AIM/misstakin/merryprankster.adri [at] gmail.com
Age: 19
Current characters: N/A
IC
Name: Bullseye. (Real name unknown - he'll be using the alias Lester most often.)
Fandom: Marvel.
History link: Marvel Wiki.
Canon point: After his run with the Dark Avengers, which coincides with the end of Siege.
Personality:
When prompted to describe Bullseye in a word, it wouldn't take many people long to decide on "psychotic" or one of its many synonyms.
He's an obsessive sadist. He lives from fight to fight, and everything in between is just filler until he can hurt someone else. It gets to the point where he gets anxious if he hasn't had the opportunity to kill anyone in a while, and in that case he'll find a way to relieve that anxiety. Generally it doesn't get that far, but while under the direction of Norman Osborn he was forced to exercise a considerable amount of self-restraint (with the help of some pretty powerful meds) and he was often complaining about not getting enough action and having to be a "good guy" all the time, even if being on a team of crimefighters wasn't what really bothered him.
Bullseye doesn't really seem to care what side he's on, as long as he gets to beat people up and do what he wants. His moral compass is somewhat nonexistent, even though he does draw the line occasionally on "crazy" behaviour. For example, he doesn't find it hypocritical at all to call someone else a psycho if they're taking a certain amount of pleasure in their actions, clearly feeling that they are crazier than himself. He doesn't identify actions as "good" or "evil," nor does he identify people in the same way. People, to him, fit on a scale from boring to exciting, all the way up to downright psychotic. While this can be mistaken as judging people on being good or evil, a "psycho" doing good deeds still receives the same amount of respect or disdain that they would if they were doing something bad.
It's never clarified where in his life he lost his basic morality. Bullseye hints multiple times at a terrible upbringing, but he tends to focus more on the fact that he killed his parents and doesn't have any remorse about it. When asked how or why, he generally lies, but he never holds back the hatred he has for them. It's a question of nature vs. nurture, and with no clear indications of how his childhood went it's most likely a combination of the two.
On top of Bullseye's more homicidal tendencies, he's an impeccable asshole. The only time he acts sensitive or genuine is when he's trying to make a kill more enjoyable. Everything's about the kill, in the end. When it's not, he doesn't hold back on any sexist, perverted, racist or generally insensitive opinions he might have. He definitely gives everyone around him multiple reasons to hate him, but he doesn't honestly care. Usually he's surrounded by people who are just as horrible as he is, so no one's really judging anyone else anyway.
Lastly, Bullseye has an ego. He defines himself by whether he wins or loses. When he wins (kills or next-to-kills someone), he views it as an accomplishment, something that should be celebrated. When he loses, he views it as an embarrassment that needs to be avenged immediately.
When it gets down to it, Bullseye isn't a very deep guy. What you see is what you get.
Powers/Abilities:
As is traditional with Marvel characters that aren't main characters, Bullseye's power set is never really defined. They are somewhat outlined here, however that doesn't make it as clear as it could be. Therefore, I will make a list!
Perfect Aim; While it technically isn't a superhuman power, Bullseye's ability to hit any target with absolutely any projectile is uncanny enough to be counted here. It's made fairly clear that if Bullseye can see his target, he can hit it.
Durability; As his bones are laced with Adamantium, a metal that is completely indestructible when solid, they are unbreakable and can survive some of the worst injuries as a result.
Athleticism; Like most of his fellow superheroes, Bullseye has the unexplained and mostly unrelated fitness of an Olympic athlete and then some. It's assumed that he works out in his spare time, but the muscles upon muscles don't just come out of nowhere.
Close Combat; Bullseye is a skilled fighter. Like his fitness, it can be assumed most of it is learned and naturally developed, but some of it is a component of his perfect aim.
Prose sample:
It was so thrilling, to kill. Bullseye - or rather, Hawkeye - could feel it right down to his finger tips as he programmed the control panel to get back to Avengers Tower. To snap someone's neck like that - there was nothing better in the world. To feel someone's heartbeat just stop beneath your fingers... it made Bullseye's heart pound that much louder with the knowledge that he was alive and that he had control over the mortality of everyone around him. The meds couldn't make him forget that. They just kept his rage in check when Osborn needed him to be a good avenger and not kill the townspeople. It was a totally different story when someone needed to be offed.
Poor Lindy. She didn't have a chance.
Bullseye liked getting what he wanted. Lindy in particular hadn't been all that difficult, but he got to take a life. When it got down to it, he had been getting anxious and anyone would do. Watching her lifeless body topple into the ocean like a bag of flour made him tingle with the feeling of a job well done.
It was better than sex.
Sex was great, but this. This.
It really was too bad he'd have to lie when he got back and tell The Sentry that it was a suicide. He'd like to take credit, but that'd get him killed, and he wasn't stupid. At least with the suicide story there was only a chance he'd get killed, and he was pretty sure Osborn would be there, or that useless Hand chick would be there to call The Sentry off. That was pretty much her job anyway, right? Speaking of...
Bullseye leaned over and flicked the radio back on, leaning back and cockily starting in with, "Hey, Vicky--" and, as expected, she immediately started angrily demanding to know where he was and what he was doing and other such nonsense.
Damn stupid woman. Fucking useless. Just like the rest of them.
"Relax, I'm on my way," he said, taking his sweet time cruising back over the ocean. The next voice that came over the radio, however, triggered something in his chest that all but ruined that near-post-coital feeling that crushing Lindy's trachea had given him. Daken. Fucking Daken - everyone kept saying it was just the pheromones, that Daken just wanted to get a rise out of him, but it was working. The guy was a damn masochist that got off when Bullseye was stabbing him through the chest with whatever was available at the time, but that didn't stop Bullseye from wanting to stab him again. And he probably would have if the meds weren't making his urges manageable.
It wasn't that he minded the pills, but life was more fun back when he could take his anger out properly.
Bullseye shook his head, trying to get back to that feeling. He didn't know when he'd get to kill again - he had to savour this and he wouldn't let Daken ruin it.
"Like I said, I'm on my goddamn way," he said, leaning forward again and turning the radio off before that bastard could get in another word. Nothing would ruin this. Not right away, anyway.
Links: Nothing but this tiny thread.