[You've been through the equivalent of hell. Your parents treated you like scum, and you grew used to it. That was until your biological mother threw a beer bottle at you. Blinding your right eye and CPS taking you away. As well as making you fear most women and alcohol. Today your meeting your foster parent, John Mactravich. Your sitting in the back of the Social workers car, watching the houses pass by.] (You can pick name, age, gender ect)