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Clean Slate
Legacy Name: Clean Slate

The Common Ontra
Owner: germ

Age: 13 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 22nd, 2012

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 22nd, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Beach Comber

Name: Carl Jason Templeton
Age: 15
Birthday: April 26th
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height 5'9
Playby: Christoph Ribbe
History:
Stop whatever you’re doing and listen up. ‘Cause whatever it is you’re up to—well, it’s nowhere near as important as CJ Templeton wants you to believe he is.

CJ was born squalling and thrashing in downtown Chicago—and, at age fifteen, he showed no sign of stopping. His mom was a crackwhore who had run away from the incestuous, rolling hills of Eastern Tennessee and into the open arms of who knows how many men at the ripe and tender age of seventeen. He never met his father, and—if we’re being honest—neither did Ms. Templeton.
His previous school had been a cesspool full of students who didn’t care, and teachers who hated their lives. He was living in a shithole apartment with a woman who was more of a child than he was. When he looked at his life he saw credits.

So, he left. He packed his things and walked out. He walked out, with a duffle bag and a big ass backpack and his mother never looked up from the line she was snorting. The sound of the door slamming was drowned out by his neighbor beating the shit out of his girlfriend again.
He’d heard about Britin from a FWB. And, when he found himself stranded at a gas station in South Carolina, he knew who to call. CJ knew he was gay. He’d known since he was seven and his mom had known for about as long (his first grade teacher had insisted on calling for a parent-teacher meeting after CJ refused to stop kissing Duane Riggs’ cheek during recess). He knew he was gay, and he knew his mother still loved him, but, he also knew that he loved himself. And that love was what pushed him over the edge, because if he really loved himself he would refuse to become a shadow of his mother.
So he refused.

He was this fucked up concoction of ghetto, high femme, and rough and tumble masculinity. He was confident and passionate, and so desperate to make a life for himself that it hurt. He wasn’t the smartest kid in the world but he tried so fucking hard, and was so eager to learn that he managed. He dreamed of a decent-paying job and a stable home life, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had those things.

Carry on.

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