[hider=Toby Broflovski] [center][h1][color=0076a3]Tobit Ishmael Broflovski[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [center][url=https://postimg.org/image/qjsszzfyb/][img]https://s21.postimg.org/fk7lodpjb/f89d5d70e37d91986ee541215a1ac67d.jpg[/img][/url][url=https://postimage.org/][/url][/center] [hr] [center]β€œI am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.” - Oscar Wilde[/center] [hr] [center][h3]Great Things Come in Small Packages. Apparently so do Awkward Things.[/h3][/center] [color=0076a3]|| NAME ||[/color] Tobit Ishmael Broflovski. Just call me Toby, okay? Nobody needs to hear that my middle name is Ishmael. [color=0076a3]|| GENDER||[/color] I'm a guy. I know I sound like a little girl, but I'm a guy. [color=0076a3]|| AGE ||[/color] 15, believe it or not. [color=0076a3]|| GRADE ||[/color] Tenth. [color=0076a3]|| SEXUALITY ||[/color] I'm gay, big surprise. [color=0076a3]|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||[/color] Single, forever and always. [color=0076a3]|| APPEARANCE ||[/color] Well, first and foremost I look like a nine year old kid. There's a reason for this, and that reason is hypopituitarism, so don't blame my parents for giving me shit for genes. I have a baby face, which just makes the whole problem even worse. Big brown 'Bambi eyes', cute little button nose, the whole spiel. My hair is a boring shade of sandy brown and too long, but I look like shit with short hair so I keep it that way. I'm on the cusp of being slightly overweight, which just adds to the equation of madness which is my childish appearance. I mostly dress in drab and slightly dirty clothes. Whatever my parents can salvage from the thrift store, I guess. Sometimes I even end up wearing hand-me-downs from my dead sister. My shoes are so worn out the soles have taped-up holes in them and I've replaced the laces at least eight times. One other thing you'll notice about me is that I walk with a bit of a limp on my left side. That's because I broke my left leg in two places when I was eight and never got it fixed properly. Don't mention it or I'll fight you, I swear to God. [hr] [center][h3]β€œIn a nutshell, I am not unaware of my failings. Neither am I a stranger to irony.” [/h3][/center] [color=0076a3]|| Curt, quiet, sensitive, touchy, hotheaded||[/color] [color=0076a3]|| PERSONALITY ||[/color] Most people say I kind of have a chip on my shoulder. Mention my height, my voice, my limp, or just about anything else and I'll.... well, I won't fight you. I'm too tiny to fight people. I'll probably just flip you off and swear at you in Yiddish until you go away. I mostly just try to stay out of people's way, though. Nobody really wants to be friends with me, so I generally assume anyone who approaches me is just here to pick on me like everyone else does. If they prove me wrong, well... they're in for a bit of a letdown because I'm not very charming. At my best, I'm quiet and socially awkward, and at my worst I'm a touchy little bitch. So... just leave me alone, okay? I promise I won't bother you. [color=0076a3]|| QUIRKS ||[/color] * I bite my nails and knuckles when nervous * I tie my shoes with triple knots * I pace when thinking * I have pretty bad asthma and I'm allergic to dogs and shellfish. [color=0076a3]|| HOBBIES ||[/color] * drawing * reading * soccer * hiking [color=0076a3]|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||[/color] +The dark +Quiet spaces +Classical music +Cats +Chocolate +Sweaters -Loud noises -Bright lights -His height and general appearance -Loud, annoying people -Most music -Pain -Dogs [hr] [center][h3]As Far as Anyone Else Knows, We're a Perfectly Normal Family.[/h3][/center] [color=0076a3]|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||[/color] [hider=Mother] [url=https://postimg.org/image/8lt0m0bpp/][img]https://s14.postimg.org/c5eybtefl/Toby_smom.jpg[/img][/url][url=https://postimage.org/app.php][/url] This is my mom, Sarah Michelle Broflovski. Currently unemployed and taking care of her sister, my bitch aunt. My mom and I don't really get along. She's still really depressed over my sister's death, and on some level I think she wishes it was me who got steamrollered by an oncoming car. [/hider] [hider=Father] [url=https://postimg.org/image/iu537aemh/][img]https://s12.postimg.org/aon194qdp/Toby_sdad.jpg[/img][/url][url=https://postimage.org/][/url] This is my dad, Jacob Broflovski. He currently works a schlocky job at the DMV. My dad and I are really close, and share a strong bond. [/hider] [hider=Sister (DECEASED)] [url=https://postimg.org/image/j3o9du7m9/][img]https://s16.postimg.org/u39gpfy1h/Toby_ssister.jpg[/img][/url][url=https://postimage.org/app.php][/url] And here's my sister, Rachel Janelle Broflovski. Formerly a senior student in high school. She and I... weren't really all that close before she died. We didn't fight or anything, but she mostly just did her own thing. She didn't really want to be seen with me after my diagnosis... [/hider] [hider=Aunt] [url=https://postimg.org/image/usl31gdy5/][img]https://s14.postimg.org/4k9yc2tup/Toby_saunt.jpg[/img][/url][url=https://postimage.org/]img hosting[/url] Finally, here's my aunt April. She's a deadbeat drunk and that's all you need to know. Trust me. [/hider] [color=0076a3]|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION||[/color] My family lives in an apartment complex in a run-down, shady neighborhood. The address is 41 Chevalle Street. It's a brick building, with several broken windows and leaky plumbing. We live in apartment number 5. [color=0076a3]|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||[/color] My dad's car broke down a long time ago. I walk to school. [hr] [center][h3]"I'm not small, it's the world that's too big!"[/h3][/center] [color=0076a3]|| BIOGRAPHY ||[/color] I was born one snowy January evening 15 years ago. My parents were poor and currently supporting my mother's piss-drunk sister, so my birth came at kind of a bad time. The family already had a two year old girl in tow, and tons of debt piling up. I was born with a couple of different medical problems, most of them having to do with asthma and allergies. Nothing is harder on a dirt poor family than a kid with medical issues. I can only be glad my parents didn't dump me in the orphanage on the spot. The early years were uneventful, at best. My mother never really liked me much, but my father and I got along like peas in a pod. We did just about everything together, and shared a lot of interests. Even though we were always dirt poor, there was tons of stuff to do. When I wasn't at Hebrew school or regular elementary school, I'd play soccer with my dad or go hiking. We'd always get into a lot of trouble, but we'd have lots of fun. Except for that one time when I was eight and I broke my left leg in two places. My parents couldn't afford to pay to have it fixed up at the hospital, so it didn't really heal properly and now I walk with a bit of a limp. My sister Rachel was more of a shy, inside person, so she wasn't a huge influence on my childhood in the way my father was. She had her friends, and for a while I had mine. We never fought, but we weren't close. And then there was my aunt April. Oy vey, was she ever a bitch. She'd always be drunk and hitting me around and the only one who ever stood up for me is my dad. But that's not that important. I never called CPS on her or anything, mostly cause my mom wouldn't let me tell anyone about the abuse. She felt bad for her sister and wanted to keep her safe in our house, even if it meant me getting beat up and yelled at. When I was about ten, My doctor noticed that I had suddenly stopped growing. I never hit any of my growth spurts or showed any signs of developing any further. Later this was diagnosed as hypoputuitarism, a hormone disorder that prevents puberty and essentially traps someone in the body of a child for the rest of their life. This, of course, fucking sucks. But there's more! It also happens to make one rather susceptible to disease and most with the condition die young. Not great news for an already financially struggling family. This only made my mother even more distant from me, and gave my bitch aunt -who still lives with us, incidentally- another reason to get on my case. I mean, really, this woman is a nightmare. One time she hit me over the head with a glass bottle and gave me a concussion, and that definitely wasn't the first time she struck me. She never hit my older sister, though. My older sister wasn't an in-your-face hothead like I am, so she and my aunt very nearly got along. I wish I could say the same for me. I'd give anything not to have to be constantly fighting with that old hag. Anyhow, over the years I stayed the exact same height as my peers grew, as if I was in some sort of time anomaly. My teachers started asking me if I was in the right classroom, assuming I was several grades below where I actually was. By the time I got to freshman high school, I'd been called "sweetie" and "honey" by teachers more times than I could count, and my classmates picked on me endlessly. School is a living hell if you're anything other than perfectly normal, let me tell you. Then the accident happened. Last month, my sister was killed in a motorbike crash while with her boyfriend, who was also killed in the collision. Our parents were understandably devastated, but I personally only felt rather numb to the whole event. It's as if it never really occurred to me until later what it actually meant to lose a family member. I still have doubts about whether or not I was good enough to her while she was alive, because we never had much of a bond. After the accident, My family moved out of Colorado all the way to Texas. Right into the middle of the fucking 'Bible Belt'. If it wasn't inherently obvious to you, we're Jewish. And I'm gay. So this wasn't exactly the best move we ever made, from my point of view. Even though this is his second year of high school, this is my first year at this school. Mostly I'm just trying to pass the year and stay out of everyone's way. [color=0076a3]|| THEME SONG ||[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43DTbNfD8Yg] Teenagers - My Chemical Romance[/url] [sub]"The boys and girls in the clique The awful names that they stick You're never gonna fit in much, kid"[/sub] [/hider]