[ WP ] Your superpower , in a world of heroes with strength and speed and all the basics , is a weird one . You can mimic the powers of people in books that you 've read . More than a superhero though , this makes you a much wanted actor .

I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up. 
 
 Some days I believe in what I do. Everyone out there has heroes they've read about, and I am the man that makes these people real – if only for a short time. It's thanks to me people are inspired to do things they never thought they were capable of doing. I comfort them, reassure them and yes, most times just entertain them. 
 
 Other days, like today, I genuinely worry that with every personality I override myself with, a piece of my own being... my own person, disappears. Like over-played metal, I have been bent, skewed and folded so many times now I am close to tearing like paper. I can feel it. 
 
 That is what happens. When the time comes to perform my one and only ability, I lose myself in the source material. I can feel my normal self take a back seat in my mind as this new personality is formed. It smothers me. 
 
 Sometimes people watch the change. They do n't see much, it's all in the mind. But it becomes very clear something's happened once I get up. Everything is different. The way I walk, talk, act... some say even the eyes themselves look different, though physically I do n't change at all. 
 
 There is more to this power, of course. I try to stick with simple personality changes but if I wanted I could adopt the powers of wizards, the fighting skills of warriors. A multitude of powerful, crazy and sometimes plain stupid abilities along with their colourful likenesses. 
 
 I do n't dare risk it. I ca n't be sure if my body can take on such a change. If it did, perhaps I would be of more use in'normal' hero work. Plucking innocents out of burning buildings or stalking the night for criminals on the run from the police, you get the idea. But I do n't. I do n't even try. 
 
 If... if I could quit I would do so tomorrow. But something in me wants to keep going. Something in me believes I do make a difference, and to give up on this is to give up on people who look up to me... who rely on me for their dose of happiness... or maybe even hope. 
 
 So I risk another bend, another reforming. This time it's just a children's character, that's good. They tend to be quite simple, one dimensional things. I take the book and retire to a quiet room, and once again I hope more than anything that after the performance I come back again.
