Introduction and Spoiler Warning

Love is like a box of chocolates, I think… or was the quote life is like a box of chocolates? Either way, whether its life or love, one thing is certain, some boxes of chocolates have the nice strawberry heart ones that everyone coverts, and they also have that daft hard, weird coffee toffee flavor thats even worse than the cheap, rip off plain chocolate flavor. If you read my other blog Comics I Love 01, you already know this blog series is my attempt to talk about the strawberry flavored heart flavors of comics. The comics I love, the comics I love to put in my mouth and savor… until they melt and then I keep them in my mouth, like its my prisoner and it can never escape me, which we all know is the most true and pure act of love. Oh and in this blog the chosen prisoner or chocolate is the five issue, 2006 Ares series by Michael Avon Oeming and Travel Foreman. There aren't really any big spoilers that will drastically affect your reading experience in my opinion, but either way spoiler warning.

Reason 01. Reinvents a Character

Marvel's Ares was always a bit of a jobber type character for Thor and the Avengers, well, he use to be. Personally, one of my favorite things that Marvel and DC can do, is to take a preexisting classic character and modernize them, and give them new life and relevancy. A new look, new gravitas, new importance and vitality. For Marvels Ares, it was the 2006 series by Michael Avon Oeming and Travel Foreman that helped reintroduce and repopularize the character. Oeming's Powers collaborator Brian Michael Bendis would go on to draft Ares into Mighty Avengers and the greater Marvel landscape… albeit the character was a bit less nuanced. Still, Bendis tends to write all characters a certain way but for a small while a lot of writers and artists got to use Ares in his new capacity, to great effect. He also appeared in lots of places due to being a Mighty Avenger and Dark Avenger. I bet eventually the character will return under a new role, and most of that is thanks to this mini series.

In this book, Ares is basically the black sheep of the family. He is the god of War, and he is looked down upon by the other gods, because he and war are cruel, violent, merciless, and ugliness. Despite this, they often call on him when they need an edge, but even then they are ungrateful, and speak foul behind his back. It leads Ares to turning his back on being a god and he deciding to live a more humble life. Except then things turn bad and he needs to be the god of War again. Whilst thats an arguably cliche plot, we get some great small character moments, great dialogue and character interactions, a threatening and unique antagonist and some fun, epic battle scenes befitting a God of War.

Reason 02. God Dad is Best Dad

Before E3 and the new God of War trailer made angry, godly, Greek solo parenting cool, Ares was doing this way back a decade ago in 2006. Ares is a solo father to a young boy, and he isn't your typical Marvel parent… didn't send his son into the future or past, banish him to another reality, or dimension, didn't force them to join a terrorist organization, didn't make from pieces of Mephisto, didn't drown them in a small puddle, etc etc and so on. Ares would meet his sons teacher on request, he would do the dishes, help with homework, pick up his son from school, wrestle with him and have fun, teach him self defense. Normal things. He even took on a more humble job to support them both in an average home. I actually really liked these scenes, casual Ares just doing mundane things. Its interesting to see how a god/superhero would interact with his young sons teacher and what sort of normal job he would apply for. I can't remember any other times where superheroes did the dishes. Do they not wash? Inquiring minds demand answers!

Oh also, this book predates the Liam Neeson movie Taken as well. As in despite his new life, trying to live normal, for his son, some stuff happens, his child is kidnapped, and Ares has to go all wicked badass. In a way thats glorious for people that love seeing a one man army take on squads of mooks, whilst armed to the teeth with swords, axes, guns and shotguns, and sexy for people that like angry muscular warriors fighting passionately, loyally and fiercely for their family.

Reason 03. Its Epic yet its Personal

"For annihilation is the art of Ares, and this is my name." The first quarter of the first issue, of this book, features a massive epic, war between Zeus, and the majority of the gods of Olympus and his brother Hades, and various legions of undead, beasts, giants and such creatures. Thats just the first quarter of the first issue! Ares in one scene, impales a guy with one hand, slices another dude in half, and bites the head off another guy, all in the same motion. In the same issue we get very quiet and simple scenes between a father and his son. Sometimes I think people get too wrapped up in the idea of heroes either having to be purely relatable or purely fantasy. Its not only okay to have both mixed, but sometimes those ideas enhance each other. Makes you care about individuals even with a large scale backdrop, and then in turn reminds you that all those faceless individuals are probably fighting for and fighting against similar problems, and conflicts, physically, emotionally and mentally.

So this book is a story about a father fighting for his son, its also a story a man fighting against his past, his own nature, and his own father and family. Its also a story about Marvel's Greek Pantheon versus Ama-tsu-Mikaboshi and an army of undead Samurai warriors! Side note, this is also one of the first defining stories of Mikaboshi, and with due respect to other writers who have used the character, this is still by far his best story. There are so many eery and chilling moments with that character in this story, plot wise and art wise. There are scenes where Mikaboshi is a giant mask, a frail elderly man in traditional Japanese grab, a sexy woman in black and white, and also a big fiery flaming face. This book has so much else packed in its five issues, so many moments I would love to talk about, alas, will save that for another time. Thanks for reading!

Introduction

I wanted to a blog series about some comics I think about quite a bit, comics I recommend to people. Those I think do the comics medium proud but also generally tell a great story no matter the medium. I wanted a title for the series that could be consistent in case it was regular, but found it hard. I settled on Comics I Love because it might sound cheesy but its true. I mean Good Comics? Alright, but a bit cliche and good can be subjective. This is more personal. Comics I Like 01. Well I like a lot of comics, so a bit vague. Love is stronger as well… deeper, more intimate. People kill for love and wage war for love… and so these will be covering comics that I would kill people over…. wait what?

Spoilers

There will be spoilers. For this thread it will be for the comic "I KILL GIANTS" I'd prefer if you read this comic first, but I also assume that since I write so much, no one will read these blogs anyway, and this is really just me expressing my appreciation for them in blog format. Its like I am naked and you aren't even there. Actually after rereading this comic again, I feel as if I didn't emphasis this enough. If you haven't read this comic, you should read it first. Otherwise maybe ignore this thread. I'd experience physical pain robbing any of you of getting to discover and uncover this story at its natural pacing yet to explain why I love it, I have to give spoilers. Catch 22 situation, I want to recommend the book, but I also want to talk about it and why I love it. I mean I pretty much spoil the entire plot and mystery of the comic in the following paragraph, but if you are the type who imagines you would have never read the book anyway well.

Reason 01. The Art Style and Illustrations

I have reviewed some of these issues before, more specifically and individually. One thing I mentioned often is that I don't really care for black and white or artistic stylization that seems more like manga (broad term I know) but yeah. However with this comic, it somehow fits and I can't really imagine this story being so great without this specific style and imagery. Fantastic expressions, convey personalities extremely well. Magical creatures and surreal entities overlay over mundane reality, in very charming ways. Some scenes and panels remind me of moments from the video game Shadow of the Colossus, which to anyone who knows the game, will come off as high praise. The use of momentum and panel layouts are also worth mentioning. It feels a bit odd talking about how great the art is in words, when I could just show you, so I'll include variety of great panels from the book above and below.

Reason 02: The Characters

Particularly Barbara, Sophie and Mrs Molle and they interact with each other. Barbara is our protagonist, she is cynical, a bit geeky, a bit anti-social, intelligent for her age, a bit awkward. She seems obsessed about D&D and seems to know a lot about baseball. Some of these traits are magnified due to the unfortunate situation she is in. Two positive external factors that come into her life, are Sophie and Mrs Molle. Sophie is a girl around the same age as Barbara, personality wise she is rather different though. Upbeat, extroverted, outward, her persistent friendliness eventually chips away at Barbaras cynicism and hardened mistrustful exterior. The two form a friendship, whilst tested, is one of my favorite things about the book. Conflict is organic, as anyone who has friends whose personality is different to their own, but the two manage to find ways to overcome those challenges. The contrast in the characters personalities really assists in creating emotional highs and lows, and its just nice to see friendship explored in this context.

Mrs Molle is the school psychologist and counselor, and a competent one at that. The only adult in the story that really seems to get that Barbara is struggling and does her best to get Barbara to open up. Even so much as to entertain Barbara's claims about hunting and killing Giants. There is something sweet and endearing to me, to see a competent adult character and psychologist, with a genuine desire to help young people, and reach out to them. Despite her best efforts though, there are even some tense interactions with Mrs Molle and Barbara. The characters and their interactions are where the heart of the story exists for me, and what makes a great story, significantly more special.

Reason 03: The Layers

I KIll Giants is a story about a young girl whose mother is suffering through cancer and is terminally ill, and thats scary and depressing as hell. Barbara is the young girl, and she has trouble coping with this harsh realization, and she seems a little odd anyway, but when someone you love and depend on, is suffering though a terminal illness that will kill them… it has a way of isolating you. Barbara also has to struggle with her peers not getting her, school bullies, simple adults, and a crazy family situation. Lack of support and understanding… its all a bit much really. Barbara copes by… killing Giants. Yes Giants, she is an expert on the lore, sets traps, prepares for them… I mean her surname is Thorson, and like a certain other giant slayer, she wields a war hammer for killing Giants. Its called Coveleski. If she is focused enough, strong enough, and worthy… she can stop death itself. Thats not true though. I want it to be true, I want Barbara to be able to defeat Death, to defeat Giants. To defeat Cancer. See, my own mother suffered through terminal cancer and slowly died. I don't want to see Barbara suffer through that. I want her spirit and strength to transform her hammer into a war hammer and I want her to kill giants. I want that to save her mother somehow. Except thats not how it works… Barbara eventually confronts a Titan, largest of Giants and realizes this. The Giant is not evil, it just is, and Barbara has to learn to cope with that. The Giant tells her that she is stronger than she thinks.

In short, giants are used as a metaphor/allegory. Barbara doesn't want her mother to die, she thinks maybe if she is strong enough, she can defeat death, defeat cancer, stop it. Its why she kills giants, as a coping mechanism to avoid dealing with reality. Eventually though its also about learning to cope, accepting death as a part of life. I love that about this book. The initial ambiguity, the tension built, the pacing of the reveal, the layers, the lesson and moral of the story. Our protagonists journey and the struggles they face and how they find resolution and grow. Its very powerful. Now I am assuming if you have read this far, you have already read I Kill Giants, but if for some weird reason you haven't, then you should. The way the book delivers above is much more graceful, imaginative and organic than a simple summary could ever be. Anyone else a fan of this comic?

Hello this is a fan fiction story about DC's Circe. Originally it was for a fan fiction competition that is now defunct, I probably would not have chose to write about Circe ordinarily, because I like her, but don't feel I know her that well. Writing is about challenging yourself though eh? This story is rated E for Everyone, the versions of Circe and Ares I use in this story are meant to echo DC's versions but they are also in public domain. Also the rules for the fan fiction tournament were that the normally villainous Circe be written as a hero and a hero that evoked her normal characterization. Hopefully it reads that way. Also had a word limit at 1500. Feedback is appreciated and thank you kindly to any who decided to take the time to read, even if you don't comment. Cheers.

Circe Rex Inclusive

A small assortment of colorful furry, feathered, fluffy and otherwise diverse animals bounded into the auditorium knocking chairs and tables over with a reckless abandon that is typical of such wildlife. Despite being in the presence of some of their natural predators and prey, the animals seemed well mannered and organized once gathered in the centre of the large room. Among the ranks of species present were two lions, a peacock, two eagles, a hawk, five domestic cats, one raccoon, two brown bears, a shoebill, four domestic dogs, one very large wild and fluffy dog, two bunny rabbits, one wolf, three cows, three penguins and a baby seal in a small trolley pulled by a very tired looking pig. A stunning statuesque woman with unusually light violet hair swayed into room dressed in a sharp black business suit sporting a devilish grin. With a flick of her wrists she produced a light aura around the room that was superseded in commotion by all the gathered animals transformations into humans. The bedlam was brief but subsided after a few giggles and gasps, various humans checking their pockets to check for wallets and keys, finding their bearings and familiarizing themselves with their normal hume forms. Circe asserted herself over the now gathered human assembly with an almost inhumanly enchanting voice.

"Attention please mortals, please find a seat, makes yourselves comfortable. Some of you may feel slightly disorientated after your respective animal metamorphosis's but this shall be temporary, but more importantly you should all otherwise be mindful and aware to your current state of ease, relation and calmness. This content state of being is how you deserve to feel."

Circe continued to capture the attention of the room with her words, her presence and voice was comforting and enchanting, firm and motivating. It was a now-standard group therapy session for the sorceress who had been using her magical talents for five years to aid, support and counsel humans in conditions of anxiety, nervousness, shyness, anger management, traumatic stress among others. By using her various powers in unorthodox ways such as projective animal metamorphoses, she could allow repressed human individuals to feel a powerful release by regressing to their more simple and animalistic nature and state, as an actual eagle for example, then by returning them to their original state holding over their newfound sense of purpose, comfort and satisfaction with life. Such one ability among an arsenal of magical derived abilities she manifested in various ways to help others. Such practices had raised the ire of many who would label Circe and her practices as pseudo science, but Circe would usually face such criticism by shrugging her shoulders and referencing her considerable age. Magic, science, magic, science, she didn't really care about semantics she cared about results, and her results were impressive.

Circe's brand of herbal remedies and natural medicines earned her a fortune large enough to buy her own island paradise but she was uncharacteristically transparent as far as channeling such large sums of money into various charities and organizations, mostly relating to children, woman and feminism which in itself drew further criticism, but Circe was essentially a goddess, she above such petty assaults on her character. Perhaps she was demonstrating a superiority complex, but she loved nothing more than manipulating mankind to reach its true potential, and what better way to give the finger to the ways of old, gods, kings, patriarchy! At the conclusion of her session Circe hugged a young socially anxious woman who had gotten to experience flying that day, and planted a memory suggestion that would compel the woman to join a local running group. Circe would retire to her room to gather her thoughts.

"Ah with your blatant manipulations and deceit, you would make a better villain to these wretched creatures than a hero, or perhaps you are just more committed to your treachery these decades!" boomed a grim voice accompanied by heavy leather forced by heavier power against humble wood. Ares, Deity of War, Deity of Conflict, of Blood, Iron and Steel. Ares who needs no introduction, at least not to Circe, their lives, histories, backgrounds, intertwined past several centuries of blood, love, betrayal and threats.

"You do more than insult me with your pacifistic platitudes and attempts to drive Man from their true nature, you know that a peaceful and content Mankind is a direct threat to my very being and core. That you employ deceiving spells and illusions is more than a sign that this is not natural and that you seek to circumvent the foundations of humanity and spit in the face of gods. You are not naive Circe, you know you injure me, you know how I react to challenges!" Ares words were laced with sharpness, yet Circe's smile never diminished during the intrusion of one time associate.

"Oh Ares, must you use such archaic and gender exclusive terms - but no, none of my actions intend to hurt you, despite the fact our goals and motivations seem at odds, however War god they do not need to be. For centuries I was trapped in a cycle, but I made no choices. From arranged marriages to ignorant Greek mobs to being manipulated by wrathful goddesses to severe isolation. Our long lives are curses but they are gifts as well. I was a selfish spoiled power hungry brat and it got me nothing. Technically speaking I am still a selfish spoiled power hungry brat" Circe delivered dryly "but there is value in helping others. Mock me when you refer to me as a hero, but mind your manners son of Zeus, my tongue may be silver but you risk more than your pride by attempting to enlighten me about nature. Manipulation and deceit is my nature, but helping humans and being considered a heroine is my choice. It frees me from millennia of bondage. You are a puppet with an axe, but why? Defy your father, Ares, defy the fates, why would you allow anyone else to tell you what is or isn't your nature?" Circe seated crossed her leg as she posed that all too sincere sounding challenge.

Ares would have none of it as he rushed towards the spell caster and drove his war axe down straight through her in a blow which could only split her in two, and the war god would follow through with that attack with a sweeping horizontal strike that be so vicious and violent as to create ripples that would scar the walls. "Vulgar illusions you cursed creature!" Ares' anger apparent, many of his following curses uttered in ancient Greek. Circe was still seated in her original position with no damage of any sorts inflicted against her at all. She stood up and sighed. She was not there, only a projected visage, an illusion of herself kept the company of Ares now.

"Forgive me Ares, I taunted and mocked you, what can I say? I still have a streak of wickedness in me, and yes I understand you fancy yourself as quite the powerful and strong war god and I am just a female of illusions and mind games, but these humans. They are so soft and mortal, fragile and easy to corrupt. Its slightly depressing to see them try so hard and fail. Yet somehow they have managed to collectively acquire more knowledge and understanding of reality than even we can claim to have. Don't you realize that humanity has struggled so hard and huddled so tightly that after hundreds of years they now have the power to make choices that have eluded powerful beings like you and me? I was naive once and abused for it, and the humans are still naive and I choose not to abuse them. They come to me to help them and I chose to help them. Pick up a book Ares, pick up a book by Steven Pinker actually, study evolution, read of man's discoveries of the past, learn of forensic archeology, of empathy, we live in the most peaceful era that humans have ever experienced and that is a trend that is projected to continue. Right now as the god of war you are the weakest you have ever been and you are only going to get weaker. You have been lied to child, the only way you can survive is to change your nature and forfeit war. I don't know, maybe you can be the god of the Internet or the god of atheism, those are both popular right now? You can still be relevant and coexist alongside man. What you can't do Ares is stray me from my current path. Even if you were to somehow kill me, mankind will continue to outgrow war even if they are skeptical of that fact. I'm sending you the bill for the damages done to this building by the way. No hard feelings though."

Circe's visage faded away as she smiled gently...

Hi. You know what's strange? Slow motion death scenes. Wanted to do a blog after seeing a few threads and comments talking about Shatterstar that seemed to be playing off faulty information and misconceptions. 
 

Who is Shatterstar?  

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"As the guy that created, designed and wrote his first dozen appearances, Shatterstar is not gay. Sorry. Can't wait to someday undo this... Shatterstar is akin to Maximus in Gladiator. He's a warrior, a Spartan, and not a gay one"

Shatterstar was, for all intents and purposes, raised asexual. There were no notions of sexuality in Shatterstar's upbringing, so Shatterstar was going to have to learn as he went along on Earth. Nicieza's position was that Shatterstar did not, as of yet, have feelings, heterosexual OR homosexual

Uh.. but Shatterstar is ASEXUAL! Dammit. He can't kiss or have a relationship!

"It is his (Shatterstar) first relationship, it’s his first major emotional relationship but my attitude and the way I’m approaching the character is that it’s his first relationship but it’s coming as a result of certain feelings being unleashed within him that he did not know were there before.

To a certain degree, finding the full measure and attraction of human relationships, to go with the cliche, it’s almost like he’s a kid in the candy store. He’s got this relationship going with Rictor and he’s fulfilled and isn’t it great and – but, boy, there’s a lot of people out there and there’s a lot of different ways that relationships can be approached. Now he’s suddenly finding himself going from zero to sixty in a very short period of time. Even though he has tremendous feelings for Rictor, because of everything that’s been stirred within him, to me it seemed natural for him by the same token to say ‘What else is out there?’ as well.

His attitude could very well be, “Rictor, there’s so much out there, explore it with me.” Which will have Rictor going “But I’ve done that, I’ve explored other relationships. I want to explore this one with you.” So you’ve got two different guys who are in two different places in their lives"  

So what are you really trying to say.... 

I think their is a certain confidence, necessity, arrogance, liberation, honesty, and humility in being okay with being ones self. Or at least as honest as possible as one can be with ones self. Today with so much going on, so much choice, so much knowledge, resources, information its pretty easy to lie or pretend, or deceive or hide not just from other people, but ones self. Thats okay to some degree though, its called coping. In fact often its nothing conscious. We live in a digital age, we live in a world that loves to move really fast and hang on, I just need to send a tweet to let people know I am writing a blog about sending a tweet. Oh right, how meta, but anyway, we have more outlets to express ourselves and to wider audiences. So it goes both ways. As easy as it is to blend in, or disguise oneself, its as easy to stand out or stick out. Not that there is actually anything about either, just that generally people try to do both about as much as the other or maybe a bit of both, usually we try to stick out with things we are good at, and usually we prefer the safety in numbers or comfort of anonymity when it comes to things we might be able to improve on. Innocent stuff really. The interesting part tends to come with reward, recognition, punishment, acknowledgment, success and failure. Perceptions play a part as well, and where there is perception there is potential for honesty and accuracy, or deception and falsehood.   

Once upon a time, in a place where oranges and green apples were like gold and silver and Gold and Silver were the names of two pirates conjoined at the hip, sort of technically making them only one Pirate - as far as legalities go, there was a little boy who was lonely and sad. All the boys and girls and teachers at school teased him, and his parents would laugh and throw hammers at his feet and elbows. Even the mail man use to sneak into his window late at night and then punch him in the face. This little boy had a good heart though and an optimistic perspective and outlook. He decided he would buy some pencils and draw all sorts of weird and cool, and pretty art for all the people he liked. He would change the world with his art, he would try to make the world a better place. At least he might have. I tripped him up, stomped on his foot and hand breaking both, and then stole his box of pencils. With those stolen pencils I randomly stabbed pieces of paper hoping to cure my lazy boredom. The following is the consequences of that boredom (and act of violence)  RIP random kid whose box of pencils I stole. Sunset, Dragon, Snow, Flower.  

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My country doesn't really celebrate Halloween like I know other countries do. I mean, we still have parties and some kids get to dress up and we get horror movies on TV, probably, but there isn't really much effort, most costumes are a bit cheap, but still, its all very innocent and fun. Hope every here at CV has a Happy Halloween or you know whatever if Halloween isn't your thing. *smile*  
 
Oh and this might be a bit long, so feel free to TL:DR but to anyone else free free to question, or dispute or add what you wish. 
 
I was randomly thinking of Richard Feynman, the Wodaabe, Red Hood and Outlaws, and Racism whilst talking to someone the other day, and then I realized it wasn't so random, I was really just talking about fear, ignorance and the unknown, or basically scary things and why are they scary? Or even more basically I was talking about Halloween. So to unravel the why and how, well, first do you know who Richard Feynman? I was lucky enough to read about him in my school years, utterly fascinating person. In this day and age, its far too early for anyone to pass on at the age of 69. Larger than life, ultra intelligent, colorful personality. This is how he was described by many of his scientific peers. (he was a very well respected and accomplished scientist in the field physics, among other things) oh, and see, I feel out of place in this strange planet and odd time, but having the ability to find so readily accessible videos on You Tube about characters like Richard Feynman? Just one opportunity I am consciously aware wasn't possible for almost every single generation of human that have lived before me. Its fun reading about Shakespeare, imagine getting to see him talk about his own work and views about love, life, death and religion on camera? I got to do that with Richard Feynman, and I think if your ever bored of reading comics, and you have some spare time to waste, and you don't already know who Richard Feynman is, you'd have a wonderful time learning. So, I know his contributions to science and physics, and more, and are in awe and respect of what he accomplished in his life. He was like Reed Richard's smart, with the charisma of Gambit and Tony Stark with the humility of Nightcrawler (at least that is how he comes of to me) but all that being said about his work/theory in quantum mechanics, quantum electrodynamics, nanotechnology, its all very impressive to me now, now that I have had a few years to wrap my head around those things, but actually how he impacted on my life personally, was with how he spoke about the world and the reasons he does things... and he was extremely accessible. I was young and ignorant (and still am) so I wouldn't have been able to appreciate his actual life's work as a scientist, not yet, to me he was more of a teacher.   
 

One of my favorite concept pages here at Comic Vine is the Wonder Women of History page. Its a page dedicated to a back up feature from Golden Age Wonder Woman comics. The feature would basically give you a rough retelling of the lives of influential and inspirational woman from the past, who stood out in someway that should be remembered and celebrated. (examples being Caroline Herschel, Annie Jump Cannon, and Nellie Bly) The reason I like this feature is because I am a fan of unsung heroes and a fan of people who practice humility, and self sacrifice, those who are driven to make things better for others, those who who aren't complacent, those who do not settle, those who inspire and seek truth. It was a really cool feature, it almost makes me wish the modern day Wonder Woman comics could have such a feature. Not necessarily just for woman now either. Wait, what am I talking about, no such feature will be reintroduced anyway. I just wanted to address a point though, because I liked this feature in old Wonder Woman comics, but inspirational and heroic people never stopped existing and many continue to break barriers and instigate change, I thought it might be nice to create a thread asking what modern day woman deserve a comic style back up feature? I'll admit I wish I was an expert in this area, but I am fairly ignorant. When I was younger, the books I had access to? Really only male figures (Henry Cavendish, Kurt Gödel) stood out to me. As in the books I read had more space devoted to them. So later I do plan on writing my own blog for them later. With that context in mind, I am creating this blog more in mind for modern day females who may be unsung and under recognized. If you wish, feel free to join in. You may use your own criteria, and feel free to browse the Comic Vine concept page for inspiration. Here are my own personal (read subjective) picks that I would like to see appear in comic form.  Do you have any?
 

Zainab Salbi    

Jodie Williams 

Rachel Carson 

Audrey Hepburn