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2. Why did I choose my character, and how do I choose to play him/her?

Well, as most longtime followers of my blog will know, my first comic was the Dark Phoenix Saga when I was perhaps 6 or 7? And of course, once you’ve gotten a taste of X-Men, you really can’t go back, so I started picking up comics regularly from the corner shop just five minutes away from where I lived. Being that it was the United Kingdom, they didn’t do individual titles of 22-28 pages - instead, they did 68-72 (and occasionally 100 page special issues) collections of the US stories, all a year or so behind.

So I was picking up X-Men, Amazing Spider-Man and (for a very short time) Ultimate Spidey and Ultimate X-Men. I didn’t bother with Mighty World of Marvel apart from one issue - MWOM was basically where everyone else went, so you’d usually get a Cap, Iron Man and Hulk comic thrown together. 

And at the time, the story that was running at the time was New X-Men - I was lucky enough to start just as it began. And I didn’t get it, because I was, what, 8 years old? And it’s Grant Morrison, the guy’s confusing as fuck. But I still liked it. And I especially liked this big blue guy who was funny and hurt all the time but he didn’t show it because his friends were having problems that he thought needed fixing first.

And then 2005 came along and I all but forgot about X-Men because Doctor Who came back and I was hooked for the next six years on that.

And then First Class came around. And it was stylish and 60s and cool and there was that blue guy again. And then I went onto Gaia Online, which is where I used to RP before I found Tumblr, and started RPing.

As for how I choose to play him? I play him as, essentially, one of the smartest men on Earth who’s perfectly aware that he’s one of the smartest men on Earth. Because if he didn’t have that, he wouldn’t have anything else, because he sheds and he doesn’t have hands anymore and he’s found himself hankering for human flesh in recent years.

So he constructs this personality that used to come naturally to him, or at least came to him a lot more easily - the personality of the effervescent genius joker, the jack of all trades, the consummate friend, because he’s indispensable that way. He’s witty, he’s gossipy, he’s kind. And that way people won’t look at him and see him the way the rest of the world wants to see him - how he sees himself most days. Because if they see him like that, if he bothers them, if he gets on their nerves?

They’ll leave. And he very desperately needs them to stay.

13. Worst moment for character.

In character, there are quite a few, and I could go on about the various traumas Hank has endured over the years, the absolutely awful things that have happened to one of the nicest men on Earth … but it always comes back to Cassandra Nova. It’s a formative experience not only for Hank, but for me as well, in how I perceive and play him.

Out of character? Matt. Fucking. Fraction. I could go on and on and on about how much I absolutely HATE Fraction’s Uncanny X-Men work, but quite frankly, you don’t want to hear that, and I don’t want to talk about it, because I prefer to pretend it’s just a grey area that didn’t really happen.

But the worst moment?

Shouting at Scott Summers over Kurt Wagner’s casket. Over a friend’s body. Before the man’s even been buried.