The story so far (Part 1)

The Shell-Suit Years

What defines me?

What made me who I am?

Which influences shaped this boy into a man?

These are just some of the questions which you, dear reader, must have been asking yourselves. We've come a long way together, yet you know very little of the man behind the mask. The man that was born into a middle-class family, unaware of his impending greatness.

It all started on a spring evening in the year denoted MCMLXXXII...

You may be surprised to know that I was born to two parents of the human gender male (who I shall refer to as 'father') and female (or 'mother'). These people were decent god-fearing folk. They paid taxes and ate the full range of food-types found on this planet. I was born to this world in the guise of their first child. They named me and taught me the English language primarily in the form of speech emanating from the 'vocal-cords' for which my alien tongue took several earth years to hone.
I was not considered different, nor did I believe myself to be different from the other earth children of a similar age, until I was inspected by an optician who administered the use of an eye-patch. A crude cotton device that was taped to my face and was positioned to cover the stronger of my orbs which I'd been happily using to see with until this point. I was ridiculed and beaten repeatedly by my peers but surprisingly, this was not the defining factor in my personality progression.

The years passed and my earthly form increased in stature...the worst was yet to come!