Your Name/Alias: Noodle
Age: 25
Character: Natasha Romanoff / "Black Widow"
Series: Marvel Cinematic UniverseCharacter Age: Late 20s
Job: Specialist in Dealing with Difficult Personalities
Canon: Let's get a few things out of the way: first, gods are real. Or at least, the Norse ones are (so far!). Second, men and women can be super heroes, either through the use of fancy metal suits, magical serums, or near lethal doses of radiation. Third, aliens and magic exist PROVE ME WRONG. Fourth, there are secret government organizations tasked with covering these things up, or at least minimizing their impact on the civilian population.. And fifth, the Avengers -- a group of the baddest mother effers known to man -- can be depended upon to protect the Earth from the scum of the universe.
Originally raised as an assassin in Russia, Natasha Romanoff is now one of the top spies in S.H.I.E.L.D ("Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," one of the afforementioned government organizations). Earlier in her life, Natasha was a cold-hearted killer who eventually found herself gaining some unwanted attention; after having her life spared by Agent Clint Barton and being recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D., she actively pursued a life where she could do some good with her skills in an attempt to make up for the wrongdoings of her past. Typically sent out on covert missions, Natasha is skilled in espionage, hand-to-hand combat, sharpshooting, and above all, lying. Though she has no special powers, she has proven herself able to hold her own with even the best of the superhumans, both physically and mentally. She is often able to keep most situations under her control, using her skills to read and manipulate people and respond accordingly. For her part, she tends to keep her emotions in check, making it difficult for others to figure her out. When not pretending to be someone else, Natasha is calm, serious-minded, and extremely focused, though she's not above making a sarcastic quip or a dry observations.
Sample Entry:Tell us about yourself in a few words.Natasha Romanoff. Typically you wouldn't get that much out of me, but seeing as how you've already done me the favor of filling out a nametag saying as much, I don't see a point in lying.
The little drawings of spiders was charming, by the way.
Why are you joining our happy community?Evidently I was brought here for my interpersonal skills. I hear you and your campers are having difficulty seeing eye to eye, and that you have some troublemakers who can't play nice. Admittedly, I can be very convincing when I need to be.
I'm not quite sure what gave you the idea that I'd be willing to help, though, so it looks like we've both been given some bad information.
Do you think you are good in a crisis? Why?I would like to say I am, given my line of work and all the trouble I went through to hone my particular skillset.
What if the crisis involved the end of the world? Please explain.I'd do my best, which historically is all anyone can ever ask for. If it helps, I have some practical experience in these matters.
Have you committed any crimes you were or should have been convicted for?There are things I've done that I regret, if that's what you're really after. Everyone has their own emotional baggage.
Can you swim? Y/NYes.
- Could you still do it under extreme distress? Y/NYes.
-- While dragging someone else to shore? Y/NYes.
--- While something, let’s say a tentacle, tries to drag you under? Y/NI could manage it.
---- How would you handle that situation?By getting things done. And personally, I've found a bit of violence always helps to resolve these types of situations.
Do you find these questions increasingly unnerving? Why/Why not?Not at all. Silly, maybe, but not unnerving.
Do you have any deep personal traumas you might inexplicably be compelled to share in this questionnaire? Please describe.A long time ago, when I was a little girl in Russia, I found a kitten. It was cold and abandoned, barely alive. Probably the runt of the litter, or else someone had left it to die in an alley after realizing it wasn't worth it to raise it. I brought it home with me, cradled it in my arms like it was the most precious thing in the world. I hid it in my bedroom, fed it bits from what meager dinner I had, until eventually, against all odds, it was healthy again.
Unfortunately, by the time it was clear to me that the kitten would live, my father discovered my secret friend. He was angry, drunk. We could barely afford the food on our table, what with his penchant for drinking away what little money we had, and here I was, introducing another hungry mouth to feed. Needless to say, my father took the kitten from me, the only little bit of happiness I had. Sold it. Used what little profit he made to quench his addiction.
After that, my life was never really the same. I was hurt. I was angry. Before then, I thought my father's habits were normal, as any little girl would. But after losing the only friend I had in the world to his disgusting vices, I realized that this was wrong, that my father was wrong, that my
life was wrong. It changed me. For better or worse -- it changed me.
Sorry, I--I didn't mean to get all teary-eyed on you. Just-- I just need a moment...
... Are you lying on your previous answer?Yes. I figured since the questions were taking a turn for the ridiculous, I ought to do the same. Sorry, did you find my answer to that question "increasingly unnerving"?
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