<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">♣ ♧Misfit♧ ♣</span><br/></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy115/gqueerboy/ProfilePic_zpsae5de13d.jpg)</div><br/><strong>User Name</strong>: Twisted iN Tux<br/><strong>Character Name</strong>: Jason 'JR' Rice<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'11"<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 185lbs<br/><strong>Biography</strong>: Born on March 17th, 1995, Jason, rather unceremoniously, joined the Rice Family of Morgan - a construction worker originally from Philadelphia, PA - and Rachel - a substitute teacher from Trenton, NJ - as well as their son of three years, Dylan, on St. Patrick's Day. A healthy, happy baby - unlike his older brother, who was a nightmare from the start - Jason was his parents true pride and joy. Not that they would ever tell Dylan that. No. They were much too kind to ever do such a thing, but, still, their youngest son was a pleasure to nurture and raise, to love and adore.<br/><br/>His father immediately took a shine to the young boy when he showed just the slightest athletic ability. Wanting to be an all-star pitcher himself, Morgan was thrilled to have an outlet for his hopes and dreams. He was convinced that his boy could be the one to rise to greatness on the diamond. Therefore, any chance the man got, he would take Jason to the park to throw and hit the ball around, or he would insist that they watch the big game on tv or, better yet, go to a live one when they could afford it. Whatever it was that would help his boy succeed in the sport, he would do it. Jason, not one to make waves, simply went along with whatever his father wanted. He knew his brother could be a handful, so he made certain he was not.<br/><br/>Once in school, Jason continued to pursue sports. It helped that he was actually good at them, too, and enjoyed them more than anything else in his life, so much so, that everything else sort of took a backseat to his focus on the ball. The baseball field, in particular, was where he excelled, thanks to his father's earlier efforts. So while the son played, the father coached, and the two became closer still, more or less leaving Dylan to hang on the sidelines. However, as with most bad things in life, a series of three unfortunate events would change Jason's future forever.<br/><br/>First, his mother was killed in a senseless school shooting. Then, consumed by grief, his father proceeded to perform poorly at his job, resulting in the loss of it, which forced them to have to not only move, but downsize. The next thing the three Rice men knew, they were living in a one-bedroom apartment, down by the tracks, on the crappy side of town. The third and final blow to Jason came in the form of an assault by a street gang just looking to have some fun. This attack resulted in the breaking of his shoulder, which essentially snuffed out any dreams he once had of becoming a professional athlete.<br/><br/>Feeling more than a little lost, Jason began to shut down. He gave in on ever achieving his hopes and his dreams, and he gave up on his friends and what was left of his family. He simply wandered through life without a valid reason to be walking the earth. Because of this new attitude, he lost his carefully cultivated reputation, his circle of popular friends, and the beautiful girl he was seeing at the time. He had nothing, it seemed, until an unlikely group of individuals, a group of misfits, found him.<br/><br/>One by one, they weaseled their way into his heart and they slowly brought him out of his shell. They gave him something to focus on, a reason to get out of bed in the morning, and somehow, just somehow, the old Jason returned. He was suddenly far more upbeat in his outlook, far more willing to see the bright side of life. The arrival of Brian only seemed to push things even further in the right direction. Good things started to happen, and happen often, and Jason couldn't have been happier because of it. Even his shoulder seemed better,<em>much</em>better.<br/><br/>However, as with most good things, it would just be a matter of time before this newfound luck would fade away...or would it?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Additional Photos</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy115/gqueerboy/Jason1_zps08990201.jpg) (http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy115/gqueerboy/Jason2_zps750c0507.jpg) (http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy115/gqueerboy/Jason3_zps72769678.jpg) (http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy115/gqueerboy/Jason4_zps9e93527c.jpg) (http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy115/gqueerboy/Jason5_zpsd42ed777.jpg) (http://i783.photobucket.com/albums/yy115/gqueerboy/Jason6_zpsf19dd3e3.jpg)</div></div></div>