Since I am writing a script [So far got 5 pages written out of 16 for the script. So opening reads well now for the developing pages]

Character was made by  Silver_Fly

so here's the original info from Silver_Fly's story that got me wanting to draw and play with the character.

Name: Luke S. Morgan
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Species: Skunk
Sexual Preference: Straight (At the start…)

Personality: Luke is a kind of shy guy. He was raised mostly by his mother who babied and coddled him, so he is a bit spoiled and soft in those regards. Despite this, he is a likable guy. Just don’t say he looks too feminine or he’ll wring your neck. After hearing such taunts from his father while growing up, he’s more than a little sore on the subject. He is not gay (at this point in his life) and is extremely homophobic.

History: Luke Morgan is the sole son of General Lee and Susan Morgan. His father, being a military general at the time, was never home, but he had high expectations for his son. He was going to follow in his footsteps and become a military man himself one day. His mother saw things differently though, and for the first nine years of his life raised him as a gentle soul. It was apparent that he took after her more than he did his father. He was scrawny even as a kid and looked to be about half the size of boys his same age. Teasing at the local school led him to be home schooled by Susan up until her untimely death due to a car accident.

It was around this time that Lee had finally retired and came home. The hardened war veteran was not impressed by what his late wife had raised by any stretch of the imagination. She had coddled him far too much. He was soft – hardly a man in his eyes. Lee was from a time where men were men and women… well they had their uses too he supposed. Back at home, he did his best to stamp out what his wife had created, but it was an uphill battle.

The boy had taken after his mother’s side, gaining her slim physique over that of his notably larger father. Instead of meeting expectations, Luke had practically failed on all accounts. He wasn’t good at “manly” sports such as football or basketball. He was much too little to be able to wrestle. By the time he went through puberty, he was only 5’6, 120lbs, and still had that young boy look to him. He tried to gain his father’s approval in other ways though. He was a fine runner and took part in swimming contests, but that got him a disappointed eye roll at best. The only thing he could do that his Father approved of was shooting. He had a great eye and could go toe to toe at the shooting range with some of the best of them. Too bad one plus couldn’t stamp out all of his minuses. Eventually it seemed his father gave up on his “pansy” of a son.

It wasn’t too long after that, when he was fifteen, that his father remarried “that woman.” Some pretty little flower he met in France at a dinner party commemorating something for some battle. It was a total shock to Luke, but then again, his father rarely spoke to him about anything. Her name was Emile Lecroix of the “esteemed” Lecroix family. She was nothing like his mother. She was so obviously fake from her dyed, blonde hair to the cheap choker she had locked around her neck. There was no doubt that she had only married his father for his money, but no one else seemed to see that. He hated her and grew bitter towards both her and Lee up until Lee’s mysterious death on his catamaran. Now he lives alone with her, waiting for the day that he can kick her out. Ironically, Lee had left him everything and her nothing on the condition that Luke would have to become a “real man” and get a wife before he turned nineteen. Little did he know that Emile was already planning his downfall.