((for some reason I can't edit the previous post, so meh.))
Pic of Cobra I drew!
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Spoken by Maximillion [...]
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Oh god, another one? 
Nicely written, is there any more coming?
And veery nice sketch.
Woot, a reply!
Heh heh, sketch, that took me bloomin' ages!
I might make more soon, when I get more ideas for what to say. ^^
Spoken by Maximillion Vendres, A.K.A superhero Cobra.
"Every morning I wake up. Still alive. Same person. Nothing new. Every night I put on the costume. I leap around. Then I go home. It's the same every day. Is this life of heroism really making that much of a difference? The crime never stops, there is always some new threat on the streets of Paragon. Have my efforts been in vain all this time?
I remember when I decided to live this life. Musta been about twelve when I made the decision. I remember how different I was. How different I still am. I never mixed in with the other kids in school. I never showed any emotions towards them, never bothered them, and yet, they still poked me, pushed me, called me names. I decided to put a stop to it. So I crushed this over weight bully's hand in my own. I was expelled, but I guess it was a feeling you would describe as happy. Actually, more like satisfied. I enjoyed the power I had over the bully, I loved making him scream. But I knew it was wrong. I knew what I had done was an act of vengeance. An act of evil. It was then that I thought of making a costume and helping others in need. But first, I needed to cast out that factor of me that enjoyed the bad guy's pain. I kept my routine strict. I had no more interaction with the other kids at school, but I kept right, and saw what was good and kept emotion under a metal sheet of steel alloy. It was then that I saw how different i really was. I'd see the kids laugh, while I was silent. I would see them play, all I did was train. And most of all, I'd see them make friends, while I was always alone. Fifteen was the age I took up my costume and my bag of first-aid supplies and took to the streets. For a while, it was hard getting used to using my...abilities more often. It took way too long getting used to the feeling of scales materializing underneath my skin, and knowing how hard I had to hit someone to break their nose. Which, evidently, wasn't very hard at all. So, I'm Twenty-one years old now. Six years of being a hero, and I'm already wondering about the difference my work makes.
Maybe I should just stop thinking about it and just do it. Yeah. It doesn't matter how big a difference I make. All I need to know is that I am making a difference. All I need to do is put on my costume and off-brown shoulder bag-full-of-medical-supplies and do it. Fight the evil I promised not to become. Being a hero isn't about the difference you make. It's about doing it. And doing it right."