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name; Keith Mishra
age; twenty three, born in 2000
ethnicity: indian american
faceclaim; marlon pendlebury
gender; cis male
sexuality; asexual, demiromantic
birth parents; unknown
adopted by; natasha romanoff in 2012
alias; the hunter
affiliation; shield field agent
personality; intp-t

likes; privacy, research, people who don't talk too much, combat lessons with natasha
dislikes; small talk, expresso, too much alcohol, empathy, people pronouncing his name as kieth or keef, crowds, someone asking if natasha is her real mother or not
habits; keith carries a journal full of old lyrics he writes down wherever he travels, he can't sleep without sticking his feet out of the bed, likes his coffee without milk or sugar but soft, has back pains when he spends too much time on his desk, rolls his sleeves and jeans up, cracks his knuckles then rubs his eyes when anxious, sneezes a lot in the mornings when he hugs his dog, sings pop songs out loud & offbeat when alone

extra; keith's anxiety reaches a hysterical level when there's nothing to anchor him down, which is often. he starts writing whatever comes to his mind at that point, mostly song lyrics dating back to early 2000's, with a mythological taste to them such as sufjan stevens' albums.

he has two racks filled with notebooks, scrapbooks he has finished, from middle school to now, some of them chaotic and darker while most of them are written in a neat style and with folded papers hidden & long forgotten between their pages.

he hates talking on phone, so people who know him are used to him hanging up without saying goodbye or his awkward silences where he decides small talk is unnecessary.

qualifications; expert marksmanship in sharpshooting and knife throwing, master interrogator and tactician, personally trained by black widow in boxing and judo
traits; minor asthma, migraines

significant marks; a scar tissue just under his right eye and on the left of his nose that never quite healed right, he was fourteen when he knocked himself off and smacked face down into a rocky pavement.

moles all over his skin, the ones on his left right forearm make a stupidly perfect cross and david likes to connect them with a sharpie when he is off guard.

a softly colored, tiny lavender tattoo just under the right of his ribs natasha never knew about. he was seventeen at the time, and had that rebellious phase as some would say

personal playlist;
drawn to blood, sufjan stevens
third of may, fleet foxes
the fold, wickerbird

&&.

backstory;
Rescued from The Red Room at age eleven, shortly after the events of New York, Keith Mishra was saved from being trained to become an assassin. He had the mindset of a hunter from such a young age and with his birth parents unknown, Black Widow adopted the kid, hopefully to protect the boy and prevent him from making the same mistakes as she did in the past. Keith took her hand, ran away.

His relationship with Natasha started off poorly, with Keith being stubborn as hell as a kid and trying his best to break her rules. Therefore, it was probably not a good idea to leave a twelve year old home alone for weeks, though that said kid used to have a red room training and was content with the silence of their home, it worked. His mother gave him lessons in various combat types whenever she was present in nyc, in return Keith attended to a normal middle school and didn't attempt knife throwing inside the borders of the said school.

When The Accords were signed, they lost contact for months, until Natasha called in from a private channel to inform Keith that she can't be home again for a long time. that was probably one of their biggest fights, the boy feeling the fear of being possibly abandoned for the first time. alone for weeks with no contact at all led him into a constantly worrying state. He was later moved to an old SHIELD facility by the notice of Nick Fury -who kinda treated him like a grandson, which was weird - and continued his training and acrobatics privately afterwards until the decimation, the worst scenario of him reuniting with his mother. The whole world was quiet after that, Keith and Natasha falling back to their old habits hardly. It was a year later until he stopped tensing around her presence. He helped around with the headquarters, made her laugh from time to time, yet quiet and his shoulders hunched under everyone's unspoken grief when alone.

When Natasha didn't came back from the time heist, Keith was the one who the others didn't notice in the storm.
He became more unstable and distant towards the Avengers, mourning the loss of a mother alone.

He's taking care of the orphanage Natasha once funded just after The Annihilation happened all those years ago. Thanos could have aimed to kill half of the population, but the chaos ensued aftermath of his snap was even worse, and nothing could have taken those deaths back. The orphanage is quiet now, half of the children reunited with their families. But for those who were left behind, Keith is there, as one of them, he offers the comfort he can't offer to himself.

He moved in with David, a small apartment down Manhattan, not so far from their remaining families but still giving them a sense of solitary they knew they needed in fest of losing their minds. Most of the days are quiet now.

notes; david is owned by the wonderful irwinslotus , thank u for loving our babies and listen to me crying about them at 2am

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