Well I just thought I would post this up just to let off some creative steam if you will. I was up late last night thinking of a fun and interesting way I can change my character and I think I know how to do it. Well if anyone here can help me figure out a good rp I can stick this character in that would be fantastic.

Name: Serge Austen
Date Of Birth: January 15, 1987
Age: 24
Height: 6'0
Weight: 200 lbs
Nationality: U.S
Birthplace: Chropus Christi, Texas
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Emerald
Distinctive marks: Wears a eye patch and has many small scars across his right cheek and forehead.
Clothing Style: Wears a usual white wife beater tank top with a olive jacket and pants. Long black faded combat boots, a dark brown belt. and black fingerless workout gloves.

Background and bio: Serges parents were always at odds ends when they met. His father a drunk and his mother a pleasing workaholic who did nothing more then to try and provide for her soon to be son and disgraceful father. Every night would be the same with her, she would stay home and take care of any chores that needed to be tended too, while he would go out with his same group of friends and get wasted at the local pub, not to return until god knows what time in the morning. The more she stayed with this man the more she questioned why she was even married to him, but as she looked at her stomach and could her young son growing, she knew it didn't matter. She wanted for this child to have a father in her life, but yet she was blinded to realize exactly what kind of effect this could have on Serge as he got older.
When Serge was born doctors knew there was something rather different with him, but they never had the technology to properly analyze what said abnormality was. When he was born it was the happiest day of his parents life. Both of them just lying there in solid apperaction and joy of what there love had accomplished. As his father saw him so blind and defensless he felt he needed to protect Serge with whatever power he could offer. He vowed never to take another drink or be out late ever again unless a job was involved. But some habits are hard to break, even for a father.
While Serge was a young boy growing up, friends never really came that easily for him. The few friends he did have came and went. Many teachers during his childhood were worried about such a antisocial nature, but they just wrote it off saying that he would find some friends who would accept him eventually. That unfortunately was not the case. But the only sole reason he never made friends, was because he didn't ever try. When the doctors first told his parents that he was special, it still held true.
While playing in the school playground when he was 5 he kept getting picked on by one in particular student. The bully pushed Serge down into the sand and continually punched Serge in the arm on a very regular basis, he try to tell the teachers, but every time said bully got out of trouble he would go back to Serge and torment him even further. One day, while serge was playing, he could see the bully starting to make his way over to him. Serge was no fool, he knew what was going to happen if he made his way over here. The very thought of being picked on again made Serge furious... he kept trying to stop it but nothing he did worked. But just as suddenly as anyone knew, the bullys hair was struck aflame. He yelled and patted his head down, putting out the fire just in time, but Serge felt nauseous and his head was absolutely throbbing. He didn't know what just happened, so he decided to ingore the pain and maybe it would go away on its own, didn't seem fair to make his parents or anyone else worry.
Life at home for serge when he was a young boy was rather difficult, with his mom working most of the time at a nearby bank as a secretary and his father trying to find a job. It mostly came down to serge coming home to a very frustrated father not being able to provide for his son. There home was a small 2 bedroom 1 bathroom apartment who's rent was far to much for the accommodations provided. But the better times of his childhood did mostly come from his father. Whenever chance they could get they would play, walk around the park, even head down the old lake and go fishing with mostly father doing most of the fishing. Serge always looked back at those times with a certain sense of painful fondness.
As Serge got older and wiser, he spent a good portion of his solitary spare time trying to figure out exactly what had happen on that one day. The more he could...

(Blah, I ish tired I'll write some more tommorow)