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Hunter Brandon - Alias: Avialae [Pronounced:avi·ar·ies] or Aves.
Hunter is a very conflicting person. When it comes to authority he can be the biggest pain the arse as he simple hates being controlled, being told how to do something and when he can't do something. Yet depending on who is his boss for the day, he will follow orders with a small comment and do his job. He loves to give a snarky comment back when he can and play on people's patients, but overall Hunter is one of the most reliable person you could ever wish for. He'll be there for anyone no matter what or where. He has a hard time giving his trust to someone completely to the point where he doesn't even sleep that well but if you ever needed to trust someone, he would be the perfect person. As untrusting as he is, he's a completely trustworthy person who doesn't judge anyone he meets - unless they are completely batshit villain crazy he has common sense - and tells thing how it is. Sugarcoating is not for him.
While Hunter has no superhuman powers, he is at the very peak of human conditioning; he is an exceptional fencer, acrobat and a grandmaster marksman, having been trained from childhood in the circus and by the criminals Caesar and Nero. This includes considerable strength, as a supervillain found out when he tried to use the superhero's 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight bow and found that he could not draw back the string to launch an arrow. Avialae has also been thoroughly trained by the best the EHI - Espionage of Human Intelligence - has to offer in tactics, martial arts, and hand-to-hand combat. Hunter excels in the use of ranged weapons, especially the bow and arrow, and carries a quiver containing a number of customised "trick arrows". He has gained a reputation for being able to "turn any object into a weapon", and has been seen using items such as tin plates, coins, sticks and other debris to great effect against his enemies.
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Hunter was born near the Redden State Forest of Georgetown, Delaware. His father was a Hawker, his mother was a falconer. Growing up, he hardly saw the man. He was always 'training' his birds somewhere else and conning some poor family out of money for a poor excuse of a bird show and often traded in rare birds like the Ridgway's Hawk. He noticed even from a young age that his mother was always happier whenever the man was away and he never questioned that. Despite growing up as an only child with little friends, he loved it. The forest was nearby and who else got to grow up with Hawk's in their backyard? From a young age, his mother introduced him to the world of falconry. He learnt how to handle birds and even got to raise them from eggs. He handled all species of birds from the Harris Hawk to American Kestrel to even Great Horned Owls. It was later in his life his dad's lifestyle started to overlap into him and his mother's quiet little bubble. His father had made deals with carnivals and travelling shows and soon enough, he had sold their home behind their back and was moving them into a trailer telling them they were going to be part of a show now. To his mother's horror, she had to take her child from school and lose ownership and care for her birds.
The life wasn't as glamorous as his father had promised and he knew it was going to be like this. Three of them now lived together in a small trailer, having to care for the younger of the birds and the rejected ones. Trying to care for them while constantly moving and praying to god the rest of them didn't suffer from shock from being caged alone. Hunter despised everything about the new lifestyle. For a while he struggled to get back into the idea of human life. Only talking to his mother and ignoring his dad and everyone else who tried to talk to him. He spent more time training the Hawk's for new tricks than anything before he finally caught the eye of Caesar, a performer who specialised in archery. Caesar had previously lost a bet to Nero about training a new pupil, and thus, Hunter was forced into it by his father. Training took over his life. Everyday was archery practice to focus in on his skills, learning how to never miss. Including how to judge wind trajectory and cater for all weather conditions. He even went as far to include his favourite birds in his act, shooting targets they carried and still managing to hit the bullseye. But nothing came without pain and that usually consisted of a drunk Caesar beating him constantly whenever he missed, even if it was by a millimetre. And if it wasn't Caesar beating him, it was his father. When he reached seventeen, he gave all of the money he had earned performing to his mother and stole Caesar's arrows and bow and ran away.
Without anything to his name, but a circus act, Hunter struggled. He couldn't even join the army, he didn't even know where to start about going around it. Yet, Nero caught up with him. Gave him the chance to join him and little did he know he had just agreed to becoming a mercenary and better yet, the pay was amazing. Yet, it never clicked that he would be killing people and when it finally did, he just told himself over and over again that they were bad people, they deserved it, they needed to be rid of. Well, till the day Nero told him he was going to shooting his father for stealing money off of him for years. He was set up, perched in his usual way, given a sniper this time. Ready and waiting for his dad to reappear on the street when hew as taking a trip to bank with his mother. He had never felt his nervous in his life, never had he felt his heart actually beat faster than this when waiting. When his father remerged on the street, he was confronted by a suit offering him a chance to escape this life and let them deal with Nero and the crimes his father had done. He was offered a job and without hesitating with the promise of being safe, he followed the suit to a new life and new job. He was still being a sniper for them. A secret organisation that dealt with everything from drugs to human trafficking to aliens. Yes, aliens.
For years now he settled into his new life, given a code name for his missions of Avialae, the Greek name for birds. He's finally got his feet on solid ground enough that he even owns his own aviary and continues to practice falconry.
Hunter is a very conflicting person. When it comes to authority he can be the biggest pain the arse as he simple hates being controlled, being told how to do something and when he can't do something. Yet depending on who is his boss for the day, he will follow orders with a small comment and do his job. He loves to give a snarky comment back when he can and play on people's patients, but overall Hunter is one of the most reliable person you could ever wish for. He'll be there for anyone no matter what or where. He has a hard time giving his trust to someone completely to the point where he doesn't even sleep that well but if you ever needed to trust someone, he would be the perfect person. As untrusting as he is, he's a completely trustworthy person who doesn't judge anyone he meets - unless they are completely batshit villain crazy he has common sense - and tells thing how it is. Sugarcoating is not for him.
While Hunter has no superhuman powers, he is at the very peak of human conditioning; he is an exceptional fencer, acrobat and a grandmaster marksman, having been trained from childhood in the circus and by the criminals Caesar and Nero. This includes considerable strength, as a supervillain found out when he tried to use the superhero's 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight bow and found that he could not draw back the string to launch an arrow. Avialae has also been thoroughly trained by the best the EHI - Espionage of Human Intelligence - has to offer in tactics, martial arts, and hand-to-hand combat. Hunter excels in the use of ranged weapons, especially the bow and arrow, and carries a quiver containing a number of customised "trick arrows". He has gained a reputation for being able to "turn any object into a weapon", and has been seen using items such as tin plates, coins, sticks and other debris to great effect against his enemies.
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Hunter was born near the Redden State Forest of Georgetown, Delaware. His father was a Hawker, his mother was a falconer. Growing up, he hardly saw the man. He was always 'training' his birds somewhere else and conning some poor family out of money for a poor excuse of a bird show and often traded in rare birds like the Ridgway's Hawk. He noticed even from a young age that his mother was always happier whenever the man was away and he never questioned that. Despite growing up as an only child with little friends, he loved it. The forest was nearby and who else got to grow up with Hawk's in their backyard? From a young age, his mother introduced him to the world of falconry. He learnt how to handle birds and even got to raise them from eggs. He handled all species of birds from the Harris Hawk to American Kestrel to even Great Horned Owls. It was later in his life his dad's lifestyle started to overlap into him and his mother's quiet little bubble. His father had made deals with carnivals and travelling shows and soon enough, he had sold their home behind their back and was moving them into a trailer telling them they were going to be part of a show now. To his mother's horror, she had to take her child from school and lose ownership and care for her birds.
The life wasn't as glamorous as his father had promised and he knew it was going to be like this. Three of them now lived together in a small trailer, having to care for the younger of the birds and the rejected ones. Trying to care for them while constantly moving and praying to god the rest of them didn't suffer from shock from being caged alone. Hunter despised everything about the new lifestyle. For a while he struggled to get back into the idea of human life. Only talking to his mother and ignoring his dad and everyone else who tried to talk to him. He spent more time training the Hawk's for new tricks than anything before he finally caught the eye of Caesar, a performer who specialised in archery. Caesar had previously lost a bet to Nero about training a new pupil, and thus, Hunter was forced into it by his father. Training took over his life. Everyday was archery practice to focus in on his skills, learning how to never miss. Including how to judge wind trajectory and cater for all weather conditions. He even went as far to include his favourite birds in his act, shooting targets they carried and still managing to hit the bullseye. But nothing came without pain and that usually consisted of a drunk Caesar beating him constantly whenever he missed, even if it was by a millimetre. And if it wasn't Caesar beating him, it was his father. When he reached seventeen, he gave all of the money he had earned performing to his mother and stole Caesar's arrows and bow and ran away.
Without anything to his name, but a circus act, Hunter struggled. He couldn't even join the army, he didn't even know where to start about going around it. Yet, Nero caught up with him. Gave him the chance to join him and little did he know he had just agreed to becoming a mercenary and better yet, the pay was amazing. Yet, it never clicked that he would be killing people and when it finally did, he just told himself over and over again that they were bad people, they deserved it, they needed to be rid of. Well, till the day Nero told him he was going to shooting his father for stealing money off of him for years. He was set up, perched in his usual way, given a sniper this time. Ready and waiting for his dad to reappear on the street when hew as taking a trip to bank with his mother. He had never felt his nervous in his life, never had he felt his heart actually beat faster than this when waiting. When his father remerged on the street, he was confronted by a suit offering him a chance to escape this life and let them deal with Nero and the crimes his father had done. He was offered a job and without hesitating with the promise of being safe, he followed the suit to a new life and new job. He was still being a sniper for them. A secret organisation that dealt with everything from drugs to human trafficking to aliens. Yes, aliens.
For years now he settled into his new life, given a code name for his missions of Avialae, the Greek name for birds. He's finally got his feet on solid ground enough that he even owns his own aviary and continues to practice falconry.