Mini animation coming soon Lore. (Read all the way down it’s rlly long) Thylacine, skinny and maybe a little cold. Looks a bit worn down in the face. Wears a hat that says No.1. Maybe he is the only one. Charlie’s a loner. He wishes someone was out there, someone who didn’t need protecting. He always felt the need to stand up for someone else. When the only Thylacine he ever cared about was shot by hunters looking for a bounty, he had broke his only obligation, to keep them safe and alive. He didn’t do either. If he couldn’t protect someone, what was the point? Charlie never wanted himself to get connected to anyone, even as acquaintances. His heart would only get broken again. Charlie hasn’t seen or spoken to anyone for a while. He hunts, walks and lives alone. The hat he found was left by a human who dropped it on the side of a road. Charlie hasn’t let it go ever since. It’s his only friend, you could say. The jacket, different story. Charlie found his jacket with his friend before they passed. He loved feeling the warmth of it on the nights when his friend had gone out to hunt. He always felt loved even in the darkest of times, but when Charlie knew they weren’t coming back, he lost it. The warmth of the jacket wasn’t enough anymore to keep Charlie warm. NAME: Charlie SPECIES: thylacine PRONOUNS: he/them FAMILY: all dead. LOVES: insects, hunting, his clothes, nights when it’s loud, morning when the birds sing. HATES: quiet mornings, afternoons, evenings, and especially nights. He doesn’t like being alone, even when the video game overture disappears. Hates when his tummy growls, or his hat flops off. It makes Charlie insecure.
