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Hihihi I haven't joined a WTA in literal ages so I figured I'd do so because I like hoarding characters!! A lot!! Probably too much!! But anyway, I fell in love with this design, I just had to join lmaoo ---- [ B I O ] Name : Charles Nickname : none at the moment Age : recently turned 20 DOB : 9 / 4 / 2000 Height : 5'10 ft. / 177 cm. Gender : demiboy Pronouns : they / them, doesn't mind he or it Sexuality : panromantic asexual Relationships : currently with Ronnie, their boyfriend. They soon meet Melanie, an acquaintance at work who'd also be their future girlfriend, and they'd have some pets in the future : Bear the German Shepherd Husky mix and Ramen the ball python Personality : Charles' mood changes drastically pretty often. One moment, they're excited about something, perhaps about bugs, and would rant about that to someone for hours, but then they could quickly feel upset or anxious afterwards. Charles cares a lot about what people think of them, so they do try to not speak often. It's impossible, though. Likes : herping, finding and keeping bugs either for a collection or as pets, exploring forests, and any outdoor activity that involves nature Dislikes : mosquitoes [ I mean, they're hella annoying, who would even like them -- ], extremely loud noises, hot environments, and their family Extra : with their immense love for insects, they dream of being an entomologist someday Backstory : below ^-^ ---- [ P R O L O G U E ] "Get out!" A voice ordered, shoving a mortified Charles out the door. It was all so sudden. Everything was normal (or at least, what they thought was normal in a family) up until their parents found out they were in a secret relationship. With a man. Their mother and father raised Charles a boy and expected them to always be one. They wanted them to have a good job, marry a pretty woman, and raise a family like everybody else. But what if that's what they didn't want? It certainly didn't appeal to Charles, for sure. They just wanted to live happily ever after with their boyfriend, Ronnie. He meant everything to Charles, they'd even die for him, too. But now they realized that... Maybe it just can't happen anymore. Maybe they can't stay with Ronnie no longer. Maybe they can't have a happy life together like they've both dreamed of. Maybe- "Out, out, out," the same voice yelled, stopping until Charles was shoved out of the house. They fell straight down to the rock-sand path and grunted, looking up at their father in distress. They couldn't process what was happening at all. "I- Can't I at least get my things?" They asked meekly. "No," their father replied angrily. "You don't deserve any of those things anymore." "But please, dad, I just-" "No means no. I'm not your father and you're no son of mine. Get the hell out of here now." Charles had a hurt look on their face, frowning at him. But their expression quickly went from sadness to shock in a matter of seconds when they noticed a window open up from the second floor. Their prized possessions were casually being thrown out the window by his mother, and there was nothing they could do. Their insect display cases shattered into a million pieces; their small treasure chest filled with items they thought were valuable were now broken. Every single thing in their room was tossed out without a care. Charles sighed shakily and finally brought themself to stand up, reluctantly walking away without a word. They couldn't believe it. It didn't feel real. Was this all a dream? Were their valuables truly saved? Are their parents really this unaccepting? 'I'll wake up soon,' Charles thought. But they couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps this was actually happening. It's all just a nightmare they haven't woken up from yet... 'Right?' -- [ C H A P T E R | O N E ] Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Time passed by slowly for Charles. They'd sit down at the corner of a convenience store or lay down in a bench to kill time and get some rest. No matter what they did, though, they would eventually be shooed off by someone. They were basically a wayfarer at this point, moving from place to place in search of food, warmth, and shelter. But it was difficult; they had no money with them, which meant they couldn't afford a cheap snack or a bottle of water in case they were thirsty. There wasn't even a single shelter in Charles' area, since nobody was homeless here. They'd had to beg others for a meal and a drink and something to sleep on, even just for one night. But no one would pay attention to them. [ C O N T I N U E D ]