CLAY JUNIOR MORROW
^{21 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO WASHINGTON CALIFORNIA}

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Name: Clay Junior Morrow
Nickname: CJ, Junior
Gender: male
Birthdate: August 7th
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Mechanic
Grade: Graduated a few years ago without really going.
Age: 21
Motorcycle Club: Redwood Original

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Love it?
+Riding
+My Bike
+Sons of Anarchy
+Family
+Girls
+Partying

Hate it?
-Violence against women.
-Fighting with my mom.
-Anyone picking on one of my siblings. There dead then.
-Seeing guys look my little sister over.
-My dad becoming what he did.
-Missing a party.

Strengths and Weaknesses?
+family
+the club
+Being born a Morrow
-family
-the club
-girls

Fears?!

• Anything with scales
  
• Losing anymore of my family
  
• Never finding true love

Full Personality:

I can be cocky, mouthy, and arrogant when I want to be. Other times pleasant and easy going. I do have an exploding temper though. If I see any woman being hit by the opposite sex they are dead meat. I just don’t stand for that. I usually stand out in a crowd and don’t mind. Being the son of one of the first nine gives you something of royalty in my background. No not the crown prince either that title belongs to Jax.  

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Celebrity Play-By: Channing Tatum
Eyes: Green
Skin: white
Hair: brown
Scars/Marking: Various tattoos
Build: muscular

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Mother: Gemma Teller Morrow (whereabouts Unknown)
Father: Clay Morrow (deceased)
Siblings: Jax Jackson Teller Thomas Teller (deceased) Jock Nathaniel Morrow Rade Nathan Morrow Raven Gemma Morrow
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other: None
History:

I was born and raised in Charming California. My dad’s been the president of the local SOA chapter since I can remember. My mother is known as the queen of bikers. Luckily I wasn’t born with the congenital heart defect like some of my other siblings. Both of my older brothers Jax and Thomas were. Thomas died long before I was born so I never knew him.

I grew up in a biker family and live and die by it. Don’t really know anything else. We live by a code, brotherhood and I love it. My dad taught me not to take any shit from anyone. So I have definitely had my share of bloody knuckles.

I actually graduated last year much to my own disbelief since I blew half of my senior year off. Well enough talk of school. After graduation my dad finally let me become a prospect. Under the sponsor of as son from New York, and his name is Logan. Heard that was Jax’s idea. Have no idea though why. He’s a pretty good guy though.

My dad ended up being a traitor to the club and that's hard to stomach. Last thing he did was patch me in and give a prospect cut to Jock. Come to find out he'd had Ridge killed so my brother Jock would go ahead and prospect. He'd been waiting for Ridge to turn eighteen so they could prospect together. It came out later when a president from another charter heard my dad plotting on the phone with the niners to take out more of the sons that he wanted out of his way.

The most horrendous thing he done though was rape my baby sister. His own daughter. Dad was going senile or something with becoming a traitor and raping my sister. His defense was mom had an affair with Tyler James and the twins were his. Mom was pregnant with the twins before she went to help out Tyler James when his wife died in childbirth with Hunter. She took Jax, me and Jock who was a baby then with her. Raven isn't the same now, and I hate him for it. I hate him with a passion. The bad blood he stirred up between me and Jax with him being the golden boy is fading away too. Jax cares more about us than dad ever did I've noticed. He's there if we need him where dad never was.

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RP Sample:

Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.

He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.

He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.

“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.

Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.

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Username: CJ
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: Ten years plus
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