Zaldivar, Tobias Jul 27, 2015 1:31:04 GMT -5
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TOBIAS IVER ZALDIVAR
While Tobias may come off as unapproachable due to his tendency to shy away from social situations (where he in unfamiliar with the others involved), he is in reality very amiable towards those he takes an interest in. He can be difficult to hold a conversation with at times, always favoring an "awkward silence" over meaningless banter. He doesn't believe in talking simply to fill the air; he sees it as a "waste of oxygen".
Before he was captured, Tobias believed in living to the fullest extent and enjoying all human experiences while he was alive. This philosophy has slightly diminished since then, due to the fact that he no longer lives for himself, but to be observed (which he is undoubtedly upset about). Presently, he circles more around the spectrum of nihilism, and so lives to be alive and exists with little to no principle of the law when balanced with morality, leaving him to be a thief, fighter, and lover all the same.
A distinct feature of Tobias' personality is his flirtatious manner. He seldom denies himself these small pleasures that bring him a good feeling in the pit of his stomach, insisting to himself that he lives, even under this dome, while he can. It can be difficult to tell whether he is coming onto you or if he is just being friendly, the two seem to come hand in hand. It is his way of speaking and holding himself which gives the wrong impression at times. He is quick to fall in love with another person, in more ways than one. He can easily fall in love with someone from a distance, and only want to be their companion, only want to sit across the room from them. He falls in love with the littlest things, things any other person would find insignificant - such as the way a person walks or occupies their empty hands when they're not using them. It almost feels inhumane to deny Tobias of affection, with his less than intimidating stature and happy eyes.
Tobias has a relaxed nature about him and is naturally able to calm those down who remain around him. He is easy to trust others and characteristically trustworthy to others. He feels like familiarity to others, despite the strangest circumstance. He is the human equivalent of burying your nose in someone's collar, or of taking off your shoes when you get home.
He does not feel the need to be constantly entertained. He can lose himself in thought or in nature easily, with a strong appreciation of plants and how innocent, yet avid contributors to life they are. He would first destroy his own lungs with smoke before destroying the earth.
Tobias was born in the city of Brighton, England. What used to be a cozy town on the English seaside became a small business town later in the years. His father, Marc, found money in managing a local pub, while his mom, Johanna, was an artist. She kept most of her works and sold little of them, relying on them as a form of self-expression rather than income. Tobias was closer to his mother than he was his father during childhood and his early teen years. What he did take from his father was the ability to handle a gun and defend himself, should he ever need to. He has only ever shot at targets, however fared decently well for a teenager. She instilled in him a sense of morality above the laws that humanity created in favor of human life itself. He would often skip school and sit out with his mother on the rocks outside their apartment complex, watching her paint and coming up with names for the pieces with her. She shifted into a jaguar of musical color, the embodiment of her personality. She would teach him how to shift properly, once aware that he had inherited this trait from her mother, which was quite the comical event.
He discovered it in his room one night, under no particular circumstance. Simply enough, as if upon a sudden realization or mastering of a skill, Tobias flicked the switch and in this process, demolished his duvet cover along with the clothes he was wearing. He attempted to scream for his mother, but it only resulted in a wall-rattling roar, which was quite sufficient. She appeared in the doorway not moments later to witness the cotton strewn upon the floor and a large black cat that was her son, with wild eyes and claws undone into the bed sheets.
For a long while, their small family residing in Brighton was alright. Until the pub became less and less popular, and so paychecks were cut and staff too, until the place was forced to shut down a few months later. The apartment became too much to keep on the shore of Brighton, and so the Zandivars uprooted and moved to Manchester, where there were more small jobs and hopefully, cheaper rent. Tobias' father again found work, behind a counter of a drugstore. Before long, Tobias was enrolled in the Manchester school system and was forming minimal friendships.
One day, of seemingly no particular importance, Tobias was on foot headed towards the center of town the few friends he had made. The friends he had were of the "bad" nature, meaning that he would bring them home, and his mom would give him a look that said, "You could have made a better choice,". And of course she was right, because they convinced him to attempt to steal a man's wallet who was walking in front of them. It was limply hanging from his back pocket, peeking out more than a few inches. Of course, without fear of any consequence, Tobias reached beyond his long sleeves and grasped the wallet, slowly dragging it from the man's possession. He'd nearly got away with the act until the man checked his back pocket not five seconds after the removal of his identity, only to find it's absence. He wasted no time in whipping around and screaming, finger pointed at Tobias, who's hand was beneath his coat holding the leather. All eyes turned to him, suggesting their agreement with the livid man, and there was nothing left to do besides run, and so he did. He ran, quite dramatically away from the situation and carried the wallet another block before retrieving it's valuable contents and whipping the empty leather out into the street. Home was the only place he could think to hide, and there he stayed until the flashing red and blue lights outside his window suggest he might want to leave. They found his mother before they found him, in a dark living room with all the shades drawn, door-locked until it had been broken down, sitting amidst a pile of clothes before an easel, in the form of a bright spotted jaguar gazing lazily out the window. They didn't hesitate in laying a bullet through the chest of the fearful mother staring wildly at the imposition upon her home, and quickly moving upstairs to locate Tobias, who had heard it all and was hysterically climbing from his window onto the roof outside. In perhaps the most traumatizing minutes of his life, he could only think, "I just killed my mother," over and over again, repeated in his mind. It wasn't until a little later he realized his father would die too, for harboring him and his mother, who was now dead. Who he just killed, on a stupid whim, on a dare from his friends. His beautiful mother, painting in the sunlight. His beautiful mother, pooling on the floor.
In a desperate attempt to distance himself from the hell he has created in less than an hour, he moved from rooftop to rooftop in the form of a black jaguar, until suddenly, he wasn't. He was being lifted, hovering and gaining distance between him and the earth. This force was in fact a field being administered by a helicopter above, which read "UNIT" on the side in shiny white lettering, contrasting it's black background. His mother had warned him of this evil, and he wished nothing less for the forcefield to fail and drop him a hundred feet into the pavement before he was taken to the dome. He only remembers helplessly reaching the platform of the helicopter before a needle and drug quickly commanded sleep. Next thing he knew, he was awake and the sky flickered a reflective, metallic color, the pavement hard beneath his back.