BASIC INFORMATION (at time of meeting Josh)
Full Name: Charley Wylde
Nicknames: No nice ones :(
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unsure, likes males mostly
Date of Birth: Summer 2020
Place of Birth: Las Vegas, Nevada
Species (Include subspecies if applicable): Striped Skunk
Occupation/Job: Cub
World/Universe: Terra, Furth Universe

APPEARANCE
Height: 3’
Weight: 35lbs
Coat/Skin Description: Standard Striped Skunk
Eye Color: Gold
Hair Style (If they have hair): White, short
Body Type (Include leg type): Digi
Posture: Upright
Dress (If they wear clothes): Whatever Mom gave him
Something Always Carried Props/Comfort Items: Nothing
Accessories (Collars, Bows, etc.): Nothing

ATTITUDE
Personality: Shy, sad, confused, angry sometimes, wants friends
Alignment: Good Hearted
Likes: Comedy shows, esp old Looney Tunes Sketches
Dislikes: When Mom yells at him, when he gets picked on, Mom’s cooking
Self Control: Impulsive
Intelligence Level: High
Confidence Level: Low
Greatest Fear/Phobia: Being alone, no one loving or liking him

RELATIONSHIPS
Family: Mom, Stepdad (Eastern Wolf) Stepbrother ( 14yo, Eastern Wolf)
Friends: None
Best friend: None
Significant Other/Crush: None
Enemies: Life :(

LIFE
Strengths: Resilient, Kind, Polite, Creative, Eager to please, might be on Spectrum
Weaknesses: Desperate for attention, impulsivity, might be on Spectrum
Hobbies: Coloring, Singing with the radio.
Habits: Picks nose. Likes to put his finger in his bottom, sometimes smells his finger after, sometimes digs out and plays with/smells his hard scat.
Pets: None
Area of Residence/Environment: Homeless Orphan
Home Description: Rest Area, South of Ely, Nevada.

BACKSTORY : Charley was born a bastard sometime in the Summer of 2020. His mom was a 13 year old daughter of a skunk prostitute from Las Vegas. She had gotten high by accident one night after drinking some of her mom’s meth laden coffee. Because her mom was busy turning a trick in her office (the bedroom they shared) she let a young john in and mated with the attractive 18 year old skunk named Maks. She didn’t know anything about mating really, other than her mom did it a LOT and seemed to enjoy it, so she let it happen in her inebriated state. She didn’t know she was carrying a litter until she started getting cramps. The doctor told her she had four kits in her belly and she went manic, having a breakdown, hitting her mom and eventually getting kicked out onto the Las Vegas streets. 
	While living on the streets, one night the cramps got so bad that she squatted behind a dumpster in an alley and pushed out what she thought was a load of scat, only to hear the squeals of her cubs on the pavement beneath her. She didn’t know what to do, so she ran and hid all night. When guilt got the best of her and her motherly instinct finally kicked in, she returned to collect and raise the kits. Sadly, when she got to where she’d left them, there was only a pile of blood and bones. A scavenger, seeing an easy meal, had consumed her litter. Or so she thought. As she collapsed in grief and horror, she heard a faint squeal from under the dumpster. One of the cubs had crawled away and fell asleep on a filthy but soft discarded towel. The kit was dreaming of something. Charley’s mom, still sobbing with grief, collected the boy and carried him to where she was sleeping. Her milk came in immediately when the cub woke up and cried and sought her nipple. She nursed him and sang a wordless song to the little kit and fell asleep.
	As Charley grew up, he continually reminded his Mom of all the tragedy that was her pregnancy and the horror that was his birth. She began to use more and more drugs, sometimes three types at a time to cope with her guilt, shame and anger. As she got older the boy became more of a bother. Around the time Charley was four, she met a handsome and rich Eastern Grey Wolf named Charles Wylde. He was a year older than her and she fell madly in love with him, so much so that she finally named her kit after him. They met and mated numerous times, her always being careful to take Plan B because no matter how much she loved him, she couldn’t stomach the idea of another pregnancy. After a month of dating and mating, he invited her and her cub to move in with him and his thirteen year old  brother Jack Wylde. Unknown to both of them, shortly after moving in, Jack began touching Charley. Jack would threaten to kill the kit to keep silent and Charley believed it, for while Jack was kind, gentle and even caring and attentive to Charley’s body during their mating sessions, he would often become violent and abuse Charley after out of guilt. 
	The sexual acts continued for a year until his mom turned eighteen. On her birthday, Charles confessed that his brother had been mating her kit. He said that they were leaving and she couldn’t come with them because of Charley… Enraged with betrayal, she lashed out and bit her boyfriend. She didn’t mean to bite him where she did, but the neck wound proved fatal and he bled out and passed on the carpet of their living room. Finally snapping completely, she grabbed what she could carry, and drove away with Charley. She pulled into a rest area because the cub said he needed to potty. As he walked away she decided that she didn’t want any more reminders of her bad life. Charley was the reason she couldn’t be happy. She called out that she would be right back she left something at home that she needed, and drove away forever.
	For the early years, Charley didn’t have a name. His mom deliberately chose to forget what day he was born. He never went to school, didn’t even leave the backroom of the bar where his Mom worked and where they slept after her night shift. All he did all day was watch the little TV that the bar owner gave them. He learned how to speak on his own, learned manners from cub shows, and generally got his education via kits shows. Despite this, the cub was highly intelligent, often getting in trouble for talking too much or at the wrong times. Charley loves talking to people. He loves singing along with music and sometimes on his own. If Charley ever had a best friend it was a feral service dog that used to accompany a fox that drank at the bar regularly. He loved that dog so much. After Jack started doing sexual things to Charley, Charley couldn’t not notice that the dog, Nick, had the same parts as him. Charley loved Nick so much that one day he reached down and started to rub Nicks pizzle. Nobody paid attention until the dog started humping his hand, which Charley wasn’t expecting. The bar was shocked and his mother mortified. Charley couldn’t understand why everyone thought it was bad, but his mother beat the idea into him in the backroom, and locked him in for a week. Charley never saw Nick or the fox again and stopped coming out of his room after that. A month later he was abandoned.
Charley was about to walk out into the desert to look for food as the big truck pulled in. He watched the skunk that looked just like him run to the toilet in the rain and decided that because they were the same kind of critter that he wouldn’t mind if Charley dried off inside. Maybe he had food. Charley was really just tired of being alone.