Friendly neighborhood self-confessed laconophilia, whose armor suits him, but it can not hide that mark (Nothing ever will), who was prepared the very moment that he let his arrow fly, that’ll slay anything that's evil (that's his deal), who will never die (just go Missing In Action), who's desperate to regain his honor, who has the innate ability to be overlooked and ignored, who hides a bitter heart under a veneer of lovable idiot, and who knows deep down that Who I am is not who I want to be...
I've been used as the base model for 4 Marvel Sketch Cards, 1 Topps Star Wars Galaxies trading card, a Star Wars Insider cover image, and a T-Shirt at Hot Topic.
It’s like being a ghost.
I live my life for the moments I am able to slip into the lives of strangers and let them live a dream of meeting their heroes and making them happy. I live for the amazing ability to step into a room with a sick child, and make them forget all their pain, even if it’s just for a moment, and replace it with a smile and a memory they can hold onto for the rest of their lives. And it’s not just kids, it’s any random person who sees a character they love, and getting to see the happiness, that joy that spreads across their face, no matter how tough or cool they try to look in front of their friends.
And then, then you just disappear from that person’s life. You fade away.
See, no one really takes the time to think about the man under the mask. But if you ever wondered who was under that mask, and I really doubt that you ever did, it’s just me.
Some guy who isn’t perfect, and who doesn’t claim or even strive to be. I known I have hang ups and insecurities, I’m not always sure I’m doing the right thing, and God knows I’ve screwed up in the past. I’ve done things I’ll never forgive myself for, and I just fervently pray that at the end of the day doing this stuff I’ve managed to help more than I’ve hurt.
I’m a social ghost who never imagined I’d be anybody’s hero.
But being a hero is what I live for now.
Someone once asked me what it was like to be a costumer. (She was specifically asking what it was like to be Spider-man at charity functions, but the answer applies across the board.)