The Copper Alchemist

Day: Two Hundred and Twenty Six

My character from the Marvel Game:

Name: Meghan "Megatron" Willingham*
Age: 15
Hometown: No Name, Colorado
Superpower: Alchemy
Calling: Peace of Mind

Strength: Brawling & Martial Arts Weapons
Agility: Martial Arts & Skating
Intelligence: Chemistry & Electronics
Will Power: Meditation, just earned Observation

Power Limit:

"With great power comes great responsibility."

But in my case, great power comes with DOOM! I have two limitations to my superpower since I drew two doom cards when I go to create my character. I can turn any object I want into copper but the object must remain in my eyesight or else it turns back to its original state. Depending on how much of the object I change, I visually look like the object I touch. I have drawn an example of my limitation above with tree bark. The tree starts to become copper but my arm now looks like the tree. Luckily it is only visual (if you touch my skin that looks like bark it will feel like skin) but then again, this draws attention to me as a mutant and can get us into a heap of trouble.

Background: I'm one of seven siblings and I'm right smack in the middle (where else would a forgotten mutant child be in the line up?). My mom works in a resort out of town and my father works in an undisclosed plant as well as my oldest brother. Being that the population of our town is a little over a hundred (and we comprise a good chunk of that) there is not much to do in No Name, CO. There happens to be a lone dojo on the main street that I have gravitated towards since I was a lonely child and ended up studying with the masterful sensei for years. I am well versed in martial arts and the weapons. I'm pretty quiet and only turn aggressive when provoked and even then my aggression is very ninja-like, as if I wasn't there at all. On weekends us kids play pond hockey but other than that, I study chemistry for fun.

As for the chemistry, I know I'm good at it but I'm completely baffled when I do experiments and I turn into said experiments. Until I get mixed up with the other characters of the game, I have no idea I'm a mutant. I just think I'm missing a step to the science.

My mom knows Steve's character, Michael Bolton's mother from back in the day. Since my family is pretty poor, we have to vacation at other people's homes. Currently, my mother, myself, and my three younger siblings (Beatrice & Libby the 10 year old twins and Kosh the five year old mistake) are staying with the Boltons. This is where the magic happens (and not just in Uncle Chuck's pool house).




*I felt that since my power is alchemy, I needed to give a piece of Mustang to my character. We decided that Travis is my cousin and I have a very unhealthy "Bluth family" type of crush going on here.

He's evolving!

Day: Two Hundred and Four

Photo taken on Monday, February 21, 2011 in Sai while out shopping in St. James at 719pm.

This is one of our pets, Kabuto. We used to take him on trips with us all the time until we got him another Pokemon friend so now he usually just chills on one of our shelves in the Manga Loft instead.

Though today I go and fetch him before we head out to clean off the snow from our vehicles for old times' sake. I guess I'm feeling a bit nostalgic after the dream I have this morning. Because of my web thinking, I start out with an awesome dream about an anime convention and wake up thinking of Kabuto and the connection from Con to Pokemon is pretty simple but it all rests in one man's hand: the first name on our Infidelity Clause List, Travis Willingham. (He totally held Kabuto in his palm for a silly picture for me at Anime Boston 2009.)

The dream is honestly nothing special but it leaves me feeling calm but not at peace. It makes me confused and I want to figure out what it might actually mean for me and my "future". I'm in a room full of Con goers, some in cosplay, some just milling about in everyday wear when in walks a bunch of voice actors after their panel lets out. A lot of the girls around me get all giggly and start pointing but I'm just minding my own business, sitting on this small bleacher, lazily flipping through a panel schedule. I look up in time to see people parting a bit to make room for Travis as he makes a beeline for me. He plops down in my vicinity and says hello as he starts rifling through a schedule of his own. I nod and offer him a "hey Trav" and then he starts asking me about my work out for the day, making sure I hit my mileage. I feel completely at ease with him like we're buddies but instead of talking work, we're talking about his Tri's and I'm teasing him about his mileage as well.

And then I wake up. I stare at the ceiling. There is only one way I would ever be on that level of comfortability with Mr. Willingham and it would be if I was in the same line of work and judging by my total lack of a fun in medical records, we're not. As cool as it would be to become a voice actor, I have no acting background and throwing my voice around with friends doesn't count. I think about my graphic novel that I would love to create only I can't draw and even my storyboards are pitiful. I just feel so trapped inside my head and I just can't get anything out and on paper. I haven't the time and when I have time, it evaporates before I even knew it was there.

Maybe I'm reading too much into the dream. Maybe Travis is just trying to tell me that I'm slacking in my training and to stop being a lazy ass. But I just can't shake that "at ease" feeling I had in the back of that room, like I belonged there, like I deserved to be there and be happy. I know how badly I want to finish this novel, I know it is an idea that hasn't been done before, I just don't know if I have what it takes to be successful.

Fight Club

Day: One Hundred and Sixty

Photo taken on Saturday, January 8, 2011 in the TDM living room at 820pm during the Colts vs. Jets game. (Charlie and I are duking it out while Moma and Dad are cheering in the background. Kim was back there too but left when I had to take it for the third time since the lighting is rough on my camera and she didn't have the patience to participate anymore. Dad also cursed once as well.)

As you all know, I'm not the biggest football fan but I fancy Peyton Manning. Charlie likes to root for the underdog that constantly breaks your heart therefore he is partial to the Jets. Tonight we are going head to head and it is so hard to keep a mean face on when Charlie is trying to intimidate me by grunting as I wait for the camera to flash.