Claiming:Camp/Rodger Clearington

Name:Rodger Clearington

Age:16

God Parent: 1.Palaemon 2.Ares 3.Deimos

Personalty:

Some call me a stereotypical bad boy ,and others have to courage to call me a murder. Honestly im just a guy who loves his friends enough to kill for them. I may seem heartless ,but in realty all I have ever wanted was a place to belong. The thing a long for the most is a happy family. So in other words I have issues that make me a tad bit more defensive and reserved from outside communications.

History:

My demonic rise began with a man simply going to a club made for gentle men (a strip club) ,and meeting a female under the name of Kelly. Shortly after a lap dance the man began to see the beauty of Kelly ,and this caused him to seek to lay in intercourse with her. To be quite frank the man then offered Kelly money in exchange for unprotected intercourse ,and Kelly accept the offer. This is how I was created. Later after Kelly had found out about her unplanned pregnancy, she signed up for adoption. She did love me ,but she knew she was not suitable to be a mother. I was adopted by a young man named David Clearington. David had chosen to adopt a child due to his inability to have children ,and the Clearington family name was slowly dying. David had shown me the love and care the average father shows his child. David had been the only person who was like family to me ,but our bound was about to end in a dramatic fate. David had taken me to see a movie when I was only ten ,and we were mugged. David had no money left on him after the movie. This angered the criminal causing him to stab David to day. The man had ran after David collapsed to the dread wheezing for air ,as blood poured from his open wounds. I was forced to go into the hands of my Godmother. My Godmother was Davids great grandmother Debra. Debra had been frankly been too old to raise a child ,and had allowed me to do basic what ever I wanted. Everything had went fine until I turned twelve. A group of older boys had been bullying me and my best friend. One day the boys had beat me to a bloody pulp ,causing me to snap. I grabbed the largest rock I could possible pick up ,and I went behind the smallest boy out of the group and I bashed his skull in with the rock. The other bully’s ran away screaming. After the murder, I went to court in order to plead guilty. I was sent to juvenile dentition. One of my closest friend in the dentition center ,was a guard known as Billy Handel. He was almost like a second father to me. He had seemed to always have been extremely protective of me. One day I was attacked by a odd one eyed beast ,and Billy fought it off along with a fellow guard. Billy soon explained to me I was not the average kid,and I ad to be protected. He then took his shoes off and showed me his hooves. He was a satyr. He then told me about his friend, his friend was a fellow satyr too. He told me one day ,when I turn old enough and im finally able to get out of Juvenal detention he will take me to a special camp. Billy and his friend had protected me and trained me to fight until I turned sixteen and I was released from prison. Billy then took me to camp ,were I was claimed.

(PoetX (talk) 23:29, December 20, 2013 (UTC))