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Tobias “Toby” James Harper is eighteen and comes from Oceanside, California. He currently lives in Los Angeles, California where he attends UCLA. He is a sophomore studying English, Teaching, and Fine Art.
dan smith tbh. hipster fashion style, so skinny jeans and vans/boots
with graphic print tees and sweatshirts or flannel and a bomber jacket.
he styles his head up because his hair defies gravity and he always has
Jacob Hawkins weren’t great people, really. They could plaster on a
smile, and play their suburban part, but their life behind the door of
their home was pretty different to what you might assume. Drug riddled,
most of Jacob’s money came from laundering, and while you might think
Marlene wasa typical house wife, she was busy fucking the pool boy, and
taking heroin all day. When she felt pregnant, they didn’t want the
baby, but they found out past the date they could get rid of it, and so
Tobias James came into the world.
Born addicted to heroin, he was a
fussy baby, but given little attention, and let on his own more often
that he ought to have been. He was a three year old who played on the
lawn by himself while his Mother lay unconscious, wearing sunglasses on a
sunbed on the porch. He clambered into the fridge to get his own drinks
and snacks, knowing he’d go without otherwise. He wasn’t sent to
kindergarten when he should have been, instead he was kept at home,
watching cartoons and playing with toys.
One morning, age 6, he
came into the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal, only to find both of his
parents, overdosed, dead on the living room floor. Crying, shaking, he
went to the next house, who called the cops, to discover the awful life
and awful house he lived in. After a couple of weeks of investigations,
Tobias was taken into care, placed into the system for 2 months up in
San Francisco, far from whatever family he had in Oceanside.
and Melanie Harper, famed for their work in the music industry in Los
Angeles. A power-hungry couple who would do anything for the spotlight.
With so many young emerging artists it was hard for them, but adopting a
poor boy from a broken family and a hard life was guaranteed to give
them some attention from the media, and so Tobias, whom they nicknamed
Toby to help him move on from his past life, was brought into their
At first, there were nightmares keeping him awake all night,
and anxiety that made it difficult to fit in with the family properly.
But time went on, and Toby grew older, and as the memory of what he’d
witnessed faded, the nightmares became scarce until he stopped getting
them all together and he came out of his shell a bit more. Sure, he
wasn’t the popular type, but being a part of the Harper family didn’t
exactly make him unpopular either. He was in the middle. Kids said hello
to him in the halls, and he gave a shy smile in return, wrapping his
arms tighter around his books and ducking his head as he made his way
down the hall.
He was intelligent. Though starting school a year
behind, he ended up a year ahead, starting his junior year when he was
15 years old. He excelled in all classes, particularly art. He was an
honor roll student, a member of the NHS and the NHAS, a member of the
Decathalon team, and after being pushed by his parents, tried out for
the ice hockey team, which he made it on to, it being the only sport he
was particularly good at. That was the problem with being such a passive
person and people pleaser. He always did what others wanted him to, was
too quiet for his own good, even if it meant doing things he didn’t
Because of his intelligence, he was pushed into majoring
in english teaching, specialising in college level education, though
also decided to minor in fine art, thanks to his love for art over any
other subject. And, like in high school, was encouraged to join a
fraternity, which was how he became a member of Alpha Lambda Delta, a
national honor fraternity, and encouraged to join clubs, which was how
he ended up in the Art Majors Association.
It grew increasingly
obvious during his freshman year that Toby didn’t have the interests
that the Harper parents believed were of a typical boy his age. Though
his main hobby, when not studying, was oil pastel drawings and
sketching, he also liked to decorate a lot. His dorm was predominately
lit up by either fairy lights or candles, dependant on his mood, and
more often than not, he was playing music on his beloved Crosley, his
collection of records large and varying. Framed artwork adorned on way,
photo frames with pictures of his family and his few close friends on
the other. His wardrobe was full with all of the clothes his parents had
bought him over the year, and the smell of incense was always in the
air. He didn’t smoke, didn’t partake in taking drugs or going to parties
and getting wasted like the other freshman seemed to. He liked to just
exist. Existing was and is his favourite thing to do.
Camp Lakeview was more his parents idea than his own, but he wasn’t
completely against the idea, anyway. He still mostly just had one small
group of friends, and so they decided to make him to go so he could meet
some new friends, and someone that would mean a little more to him.
Still, to this day, he’s unsure of how he identifies sexually.
Alongsidethat, he’s never had a partner, never even kissed anyone
before. Though he believes he may be pansexual, saying as he’s
considered in gender when figuring out whether he finds someone
attractive, his parents would like him to find himself, and meet someone
along the way.