I cannot help but wonder about the guy I saw walking on the street the other day. He seemed intriguing and I wanted to know more about him. In my mind I was already forming his story which is probably far more interesting than the truth.

Here is the story that I formed. Only time can tell if I will ever find the truth. His name is Christian. It is ironic really because he is against all organized forms of religion. He believes in a higher power but prefers to worship on his own time and in his own way. His parents gave him the name in hopes that he would be what they had determined a good citizen. They were those crazy Lutherans that went to church every week and every holiday. What he did not understand was how someone who could go to church so much could be so far off from the true values of religion. His parents partied every weekend with other members of the congregation. They were Christians on Sundays but the rest of the days were irrelevant. It did not occur them that Jesus was always watching, even if the pastor preached it constantly.

Christian grew up despising organized religion but prayed every night to God. He led a moral life. I cannot say that he never sinned because we all know that is not true. Everyone sins. He understands that his sins are forgiven by this higher power.

In high school he would not attend the club that supported Christianity but was often found praying before he ate his meal. When he was invited, he simply declined and said he would never be up in time to make it. All of his free time was spent doing community service. He barely passed high school because it was not a priority for him.

When he had to barrow money or ask for a favor he did it regretably. Why should someone have to help him out when there are people who are far worse off? He would pay forward any favors received, a concept he got from a movie he watched in his communications class. Christian did not communicate very much with people of his generation. He did not understand why they were so needy. He used his time to help others, why can't they? He thought of his generation as ungrateful for what generations have endured in the past.

Christian read everything he could get his hands on. It was the only activity that he enjoyed doing. Even when his parents were loud after getting drunk he was able to visit worlds that he never would be able to see.

**Okay so this is the start of the story and these are only ideas of the outline of a character. What do you think?**