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15 Aug 2017 04:33 pm
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Name: René Vallières
Canon: X Company
Scrubs Color: White
Visible Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Physique: Very tall, long legged and while he's not the fighter of the team, he is in excellent physical condition from his training at Camp X.
Complexion: Asides from a few beauty marks on his face, he has clear skin.
Hygiene: As neat and tidy as any 25 year old.
Hair: Brown, thick and hard to tame. Has a bit of a wave to it even when cut short, very average 40s style of a haircut.
Eyes: Hazel
Defining Marks: A few beauty marks along his face. Should he be shirtless, a scar from a bullet hitting him on his stomach.
Accent/Speech: René has a voice deeper than he looks like he should, a tiny bit gravelly. When upset--or drunk--his English will lapse into a typical Quebecois cadence and accent, but otherwise, it's nearly undetectable. His German is very good and his French can be both Quebecois/joual or proper Parisian, depending on who he's talking to.
Bearing/Demeanor: His first impression asides from his looks is that he's relatively unassuming, and he likes to keep it that way.
Gait: René is tall and it shows--he has a long stride, comfortable in his step. He holds himself like a leader: shoudlers straight, constant eye contact.
Habits: When upset or thinking through something difficult, he'll tighten his jaw.
Skills: Firearms, hand-to-hand combat, everything one would expect from a spy. This including deceit, the ability to think quickly and problem solve, and how to make tough descisions.
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So, Nat's losing some memories. Specifically some key memories of Clint, of him bringing her into SHIELD and helping her get her life on track. Which means she's also losing memories of the Barton family in general. This obviously sucks. Nat still defected from the Red Room, because Clint wasn't any part of that. She just has no memories of being brought in, so when her mind fills in gaps, they are going to be filled in with a logical continuation of working freelance. The thing she can't explain in the slightest is her connection to The Avengers. So that's what she thinks she's forgotten, creating a cover that was good enough for her to con her way onto that team. She's got no idea how that happened, but given that tons of people seem to have forgotten key parts of their past, she figures that must be it. It's the only thing that makes sense.

Her personality will be notably different to anyone who knows her well. She's less troubled, and less concerned with the wellbeing of others. Not in a malicious way, necessarily, but she's less interested in connecting with people. Though, silver lining, she also has no baggage related to betraying and/or being betrayed by a found family. So she's a lot happier in that regard. Her memories of the events of Civil War are murky at best, and she's not hurt by any of it.

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14 Aug 2017 10:01 am
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2017

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We R Who We R

8 Aug 2017 09:37 am
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Hot and dangerous
If you're one of us, then roll with us
'Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
When we've got our hot pants on and up
And yes of course we does
We running this town just like a club
And no, you don't wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace-ace-ace

I've got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexified
So let's go-o-o (let's go)

Tonight we're going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We're tearin' it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we're superstars, we are who we are
We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies goin' num num-num num-num-numb
We'll be forever young youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we're superstars, we are who we are

D.J. turn it up
It's about damn time to live it up
I'm so sick of being so serious
It's making my brain delirious
I'm just talkin' truth
I'm telling you 'bout the shit we do
We're sellin' our clothes, sleepin' in cars
Dressin' it down, hittin' on dudes (hard)

Got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexified
So let's go-o-o (let's go)

Tonight we're going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We're tearin' it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we're superstars, we are who we are
We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We'll be forever young youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we're superstars, we are who we are

DJ, turn it up-up-up-up-up-up-up
DJ, turn it up-up-up-up-up-up-up
(DJ, turn it up-up-up-up-up-up-up)
DJ, turn it up-up-up-up-up-up-up

Tonight we're going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We're tearin' it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we're superstars, we are who we are
We're dancing like we're dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We'll be forever young youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we're superstars, we are who we are, ow!

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