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“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”  - Oscar Wilde

|| NAME ||
Tobit Ishmael Broflovski. Just call me Toby, okay? Nobody needs to hear that my middle name is Ishmael.
|| GENDER||
I'm a guy. I know I sound like a little girl, but I'm a guy. 
|| AGE ||
15, believe it or not.
|| GRADE ||
Tenth. 
|| SEXUALITY ||
I'm gay. Like I needed another reason to be a social pariah... 
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Single, forever and always. I mean, it's not like I don't want to go out with people, but nobody wants to look like a pedo...
|| APPEARANCE ||
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. 

|| TRAITS ||
Curt
Socially Awkward
Sensitive
Hotheaded
Anxious

|| PERSONALITY ||
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 don't mean to be a complete asshole, but I feel like if I let people have their way with me, my perpetual bullying situation will only get worse. 

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.

|| QUIRKS ||
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.

|| HOBBIES ||
drawing
reading
soccer
hiking
this is not for the general public to know, but I can sing pretty well.

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

    +The dark
    +Quiet spaces
    +Classical music
    +Singing, but only when I'm by myself. 
    +Soccer
    +Fixing appliances 
    +Cats
    +Chocolate
    +Sweaters

    -Loud noises
    -Bright lights, especially the florescent kinds. They remind me of hospitals. 
    -My height and general appearance, and general personality... let's face it. I hate  myself.
    -Public humiliation 
    -Loud, annoying people
    -Most music
    -Pain (I have a really low pain tolerance)
    -Dogs

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

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 always got some sort of problem with me, and it's pretty clear she thinks that having a second kid was a mistake. 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.

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. I don't think I've ever fought with my dad in my life. I don't know what I'd do without him.

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...

Finally, here's my aunt April. She's a deadbeat drunk and she beats me up. I don't really want to go into it.

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION||

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. 

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
My dad's car broke down a long time ago. I walk to school. 

|| BIOGRAPHY ||
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 hypopituitarism, 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. They say her spine snapped in half and she died immediately. By the time the paramedics arrived, they were both goners. 
Back at home, it was just a regular day in early August. We were expecting Rachel home by four, and we were a little worried when it was six-thirty and she still wasn't back. The doorbell rang, and I assumed it was my sister and went to answer it. But it wasn't her. It was the cops. They sat us down and told us what happened. 
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.  
|| THEME SONG ||
The Middle - Jimmy Eat World
"Hey
Don't write yourself off yet
It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on
Just try your best
Try everything you can
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away"

|| Harley Jade Knowles ||
Who?

|| Davina Marie Devereaux ||
"I don't know this person. Her name sounds French, though. A whole lot of European kids at this school, eh?"

|| Quinten Ezra Rumancek ||
"So far, he seems pretty okay. Everyone seems to like me a lot more at this school than back in Colorado. I don't really know if I've changed at all or if Texan kids are just generally nicer, but either way I think it's an improvement."

Quinten spoke to Toby on Friday in homeroom. So far, the two seem to be getting along.

 || Colton Wade Kruger ||
"I don't know this guy." 

|| Riley Alexander Revels ||
"Uh, he's okay I guess. I think he said something to me in the hall. I mean, I'm surprised he said word one to me, and I suppose I should be grateful for that, but he probably thinks I'm a retard because I didn't say anything back."

Toby and Riley briefly met on their way down to the auditorium. They haven't spoken since then.

|| Landon Jeremy Miland ||
"Second only to my dad, one of the nicest people I know. I mean, oy vey, does this kid make me feel like a piece of shit. I could never hope to be as painstakingly nice as Landon is. I really hope we can be friends."

Over the three days Landon and Toby have known each other, Landon has been nothing but almost inhumanly kind to Toby. When they initially met at the Carnival, Landon gave Toby his food because the latter had no money to eat with. The following Friday, Landon brought in some of his little brother's sneakers to replace Toby's, which were falling apart with wear and tear. While Toby hates to be pitied and is more than a bit flustered by Landon's benevolence, he's also grateful and hopes to be able to get to know Landon a bit more.

|| Bruno Žurančić ||
"For whatever reason, I get the sense that he's too popular for me, if you get my drift? Everyone seems to really like the Žurančić kids. Bruno's been nice to me so far, but I think it might be hard for us to be friends if he has so many other people to please..." 

Bruno and Toby met at the Carnival, and seemed to hit it off okay after some initial apprehension. 

|| Dominik Žurančić ||
"Isn't he Bruno's twin?They look so much alike. Maybe they're like a year apart, but I bet they're twins. Anyway, I don't know this guy either."

Toby and Dominik have never actually spoken to each other. 

|| Roxanne Mitchell ||
"Nope, don't know her." 

|| Maria Joy Costello ||
"Marco's twin, right?It's weird that I've seen two sets of twins on my first day... Anyway, Maria seems nice. I don't really know her yet, though. "

Maria and Toby initially met at the Carnival, and had a brief interaction. They are still for all intents and purposes strangers to each other, but seem to be on good terms at least.

|| Marco Jonas Costello ||
"I can't believe he tolerates me so well...I mean, I get it. I was the one who decided to be a putz when he crashed into me. I just didn't want to seem like a pushover, you know? I probably overdid it, I get it.But somehow this guy not only talks to me civilly, but talks to me as if I were a decently sized human being.He does have a really bad habit of getting me talking about everything that makes me an awkward and pitiful human being, but that can be looked past. I mean, I'm no optimist, but maybe we could be friends?"

Toby and Marco started out a bit rough, but Marco's patience seemed to have saved what could be a budding friendship. 

|| Connor David MacQuarrie ||
"I don't know this guy." 

|| Fiorella Marina Aguilar ||
"I don't know her yet." 

|| Maxwell Rhodes ||
"Yet another person I don't know." 

|| Andreas Mikolai Danilov ||
"He sits next to me in homeroom. But no, I don't know him"

|| Sarah Nichole Wilkerson ||
"I don't know her."

|| Han Tae Min ||
"He sits next to me in homeroom, but again, I don't know him. He seems... loud."

|| Alyssa Wells ||
"I don't know her, sorry."

|| Tyrone Arthur Ward ||
"Yet another stranger..."

|| Dylan Marston ||
"Don't know him. Geez, there are a lot of kids in this class."

|| Christina Zhao 赵 ||
"I don't know her."

"가는 말이 고와야 오는 말이 곱다"

Let's get to know me a bit...

|| NAME ||
Call me Tae Min! Don't get confused, Han is actually my surname.

|| GENDER ||
I hope it's not necessary that I point this out, but I'm male.

|| AGE ||
Just turned 15!

|| GRADE ||
Tenth.

|| SEXUALITY ||
Uh... I mostly like girls, but there have been a few boys who've caught my eye.

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
I'm single. Never actually been in a relationship before.

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
I like to think I look pretty okay. My hair is naturally black, but I keep it bleached and dyed a light pink. My stepmother thinks it looks really 'tacky', but I like it. 
I'm a little tall at 5'10, but it's not striking. I mostly blend in with the other kids in that regard. 
I'm skinny and only slightly muscular. 
Along my back is a long, jagged burn scar, and if you look closely you can see that my neck is slightly tilted to the right at all times. It still hurts sometimes, and when it does sometimes I have to wear a neck brace to keep it from moving around. I try to keep the tilt hidden by wearing scarves. 
I try to keep clean and wear matching clothes at all times. The only exception is my socks. I never bother to match those. I think it's a waste of time, and besides, mismatched socks are kind of fun looking.

"The basis of optimism is sheer terror" - Oscar Wilde

|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Optimistic
Quirky
Forgetful
Friendly
Honest

|| PERSONALITY ||
I try to be nice to everyone, regardless of whether or not I personally like them. I get lonely pretty easily, so I try to keep myself surrounded by good friends.
I'm honest to a fault. I don't think I've wittingly told a lie in my life. Sometimes my honesty can get me in trouble even more than lying can. I'm not honest because I think I'm on some kind of moral high horse, it's just part of who I am. 
Sometimes I can be a bit too pushy, and I have a hard time realizing when it's time to leave people alone. Sometimes I feel like I should stop trying to force myself on people just because of my own loneliness. But as much as I try, now and again someone will bring it to my attention that I should knock it off with the obsessive gregariousness. 
The other thing about me is that I'm really, really forgetful. Like, more so than my overhonesty, forgetfulness is my hamartia. If I wasn't careful, I'd probably forget my own name. I've been living here in Delbrook for two and a half years and I still couldn't tell you my address or my phone number if asked. I have to carry a notebook with me so I don't forget all my homework. Believe me, it's really bad. 
But for the most part, I think I'm an okay person. I've got issues, but who doesn't?

|| QUIRKS ||
I never wear the same scarf more than once a week
I'm not paranoid, but I carry a first aid kit in my backpack at all times.
I get motion sick anytime I'm in any kind of moving vehicle for more than a few minutes.
I doodle in the margins of my notebooks

|| HOBBIES ||
Playing instruments, though the only one I'm actually good at is the ukulele... and the kazoo.
Graffiti. Don't tell my moms.
Crocheting. I make a lot of hats.
Learning languages, even though I always forget them

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+Making friends
+Music
+Drawing and painting
+Collecting office supplies
+Making my own hats and scarves
+Rain

-Extreme temperatures
-Peanuts (Allergic)
-Arguing
-Being alone
-Awkward silences
-Pessimists

Okay, maybe my family is a little weird.

|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||

This is my mom, Han Seung Mi. My mom used to be a clothing store manager, but she hasn't worked since the accident. We get along pretty well, though we argue occasionally.

This is my stepmother, Sheila Reid. She's a librarian. She and I are pretty much best friends, and we make fun of each other all the time. I'm really glad my mom found such a perfect wife.

This is my older stepbrother, Daryl Reid. He's 19 and is attending college in Ohio right now. We tolerate each other pretty well.

This is my little stepsister, Hazel Reid. She's 10 and going to the local elementary school for fifth grade. She can be a total brat sometimes, but I love her just the same.

And finally, here's my little sister Han Ji Yoon. Also 10, she goes to the same school as Hazel. Like Hazel she can get on my nerves, but again, I love her to pieces.

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

A small but nice house with a lot of yard space around it. There are only two bedrooms, so me and my sisters share a room and when Daryl is home, he sleeps in the basement. The address is 6 Rosaline Avenue, but don't trust me to remember that.

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
My moms don't drive anymore. Our car got totaled a few years ago and we haven’t gotten a new one since. We all have bikes though.

I may not be great, but I'm not boring.

|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Well, first of all, I'm not actually from Korea. My parents are. I was born here in Texas, in San Antonio. I was the first child my mom successfully had, after about two miscarriages. Anyway, My little sister was born when I was five, and soon after that my dad divorced my mom and we moved to the much smaller town of Brownsville, way down near the Mexican border. That's where my mom met Sheila, and three years later they got married. She already had two kids of her own, a son and a daughter just like my family. Daryl is four years older than me, and Hazel is only a month younger than Ji Yoon. Daryl and I get along pretty well, but Hazel and Ji fight like cats and dogs, except for a few rare moments when they're like best friends. I
When I was about twelve, my mom was driving us kids back home from school when we hit a truck. Hazel was the only one to come out unscathed. The car caught fire, but luckily everyone made it out. Me and Daryl both got really bad whiplash, and Ji Yoon's arm got broken so badly she was in a cast for almost a year. My mom got hit the worst. She's paralyzed below the waist now and has to get around using a wheelchair. 
Naturally, after that neither she nor Sheila really trust cars. Sheila even forbade Daryl from getting a car until he left for college, even though he could afford it with the money he gets from this great job he has fixing cars. 
But anyway, we ended up moving again, this time to Delbrook. Delbrook is the smallest town I've ever lived in by far, but it's also got a way better school system. I'm glad this is where I ended up going to high school. So far my freshman year grades were okay, and I'm all set for a new year.

|| THEME SONG ||

 More than Life - Whitley
"To touch something real
Will help your wounds heal
Like the sun on your face
The dreams of starry nights
And we are homeward bound"

|| OTHER ||
Anything else you wanna say.

|| Harley Jade Knowles ||

|| Davina Marie Devereaux ||

|| Quinten Ezra Rumancek ||

 || Colton Wade Kruger ||

|| Riley Alexander Revels ||

|| Landon Jeremy Miland ||

|| Bruno Žurančić ||

|| Dominik Žurančić ||

|| Tobit Ishmael Broflovski ||

|| Roxanne Mitchell ||

|| Maria Joy Costello ||

|| Marco Jonas Costello ||

|| Connor David MacQuarrie ||

|| Fiorella Marina Aguilar ||

|| Maxwell Rhodes ||

|| Andreas Mikolai Danilov ||
"We were in Biology together last year. We didn't really talk over the summer, but he was pretty nice! Maybe we aren't really close, but I think we can be friends."

Tae Min and Andreas shared a class or two last year. Andreas seemed to have his own friend group then, and Tae Min never really became part of that. However, Tae Min is very interested in the idea of them eventually becoming friends.

|| Sarah Nichole Wilkerson ||

|| Alyssa Wells ||

|| Tyrone Arthur Ward ||

|| Dylan Marston ||

|| Christina Zhao 赵 ||
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