Bravery, do not fail me now! Illuminate my way through the lightyears of pitiless space! May I have the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles, and the speed of Mercury! Also, as long as I'm at it, you can throw in the charming good-looks of Adonis. Hey, no pressure.
When I'm not masquerading as a mild-mannered college-aged boy scout, you can find me safeguarding the solar system against all manner of interstellar ne'er-do-wells. I'll be able to retire at 40 with one red giant of a pension if the subliminal radiation from my power ring doesn't get me first. You see, it's a conduit through which willpower, happy thoughts, and unconditional positive regard are channeled into creating fantastic emerald constructs. The only limit is one's imagination. So, yeah, that's just one finger.
My interests include genuine labor, cosmic revelry, and shifting gears. I'm not terribly individualistic: there must be other models exactly like me, but systemic flaws have caused them to be recalled or discontinued. As you can see, I have short hair. This is obviously because my brain is starving. I'm not an artist or a musician, but that's okay I guess. I am basically some kind of super-powered animal. Between you and me, my deepest fear is the color yellow.
It is my most ardent ambition to construct a square with the geometric area of a circle.
And yes, I am related to the famous naval explorer.
