Timmy Tommy

Timmy Tommy is a character role-played by Alpha.
==General Description==
Timmy Tommy is one of the most random people you will ever meet. He likes long walks on the beach, and listens to Hardcore Dubstep. He wears a hardhat most of his day because of his fear of the sky caving in. 
==Bio==
 
Hi there! I’m Timmy Tommy. Yeah, I know the names do rhyme but that’s what I’m called. My Birthday is on the 9th of July. I’m 5’8’’ tall, and have a lanky build with an appearance that looks at least five years younger than my age of 23. I grew up in Phoenix AZ as the only child of a lower middle-class family. There’s not a day that passes by without me wishing my mom was still here since that day she left us when I barely turned three. My dad’s job as a building contractor was ample enough in making all ends meet but it left me all alone as I grew up. He convinced me of the monsters lurking in the shadows outside and the possibility of sky falling and smashing upon my head, of course only if I left the house. It’s a fear I couldn’t overcome up until now, maybe because I’m too naïve. I can’t blame my old man as he had no choice but to make sure I stayed safe inside while he was out there. All in all, I’m the kind of guy that you’d never get bored hanging around with. I have quite a strange liking for lemons as well as an unusual attachment for all things of pink color; T-shirts, caps, flowers and even stuffed toys. Please do excuse my irritating high-pitched voice and sudden outbursts of childish behavior.
Growing up without a mother was not that easy. I remember how my aunt helped a lot to care for me when I was little. Still, it was heartbreaking for me to watch how parents came to pick their kids from preschool. Nevertheless, it was a fun time in the classroom as everyone was cooperative and willing to be friendly. I did poorly on exams but developed a knack for workshop related stuff; carpentry, plumbing and electric work as the years progressed. Sports was not my thing as I worried too much about suffering injuries on the field. I enjoyed the occasional trips that my dad took me to the construction sites he worked on. For some reason, I developed a liking for the hard hats that the workers wore, and my dad got me one. It became a regular part of my outfit thereafter.
Having passed the preliminary years, I entered high school as a kid living in a bubble of comfort. The change was overwhelming but in a bad way. None of my childhood friends were with me and the new guys around were frightening as hell. I was constantly bullied because of my idling and less playful nature. They called me a thousand and one names, and it was hard to bear. Instead of taking a stance for myself, I cried for hours. The harrowing experience was depressing but it was totally out of my hands to be controlled. There were a few others like me, who got bullied quite often. One girl, Marci, became close to me as my best friend. We started doing everything together and she kept me sane amidst all the chaos. Marci introduced me to her flavor of hip hop tracks and break dancing. I started skipping school and hanging around more with her and a few others that teamed up with us.  
I was just 14 years old when Marci got me hooked to the powder. First, we got the stuff so cheap we’d get high and pass out frequently. Eventually, we both became addicted and the dealers raised prices. I realized it had consumed our souls in an irreplaceable manner. I started selling our own household stuff like a maniac to earn a buck for the crack to get me going. Eventually I started robbing neighboring houses and pickpocketing in crowded subways. It was not long before I was caught red-handed. My dad thrashed me well and grounded me for some days before handing me over to a rehabilitation center. I had no idea what became of Marci as I was going crazy and burning within. The process was not easy, and they beat me without a second’s thought as I shrieked quite often in pain. However, I was relieved from my addiction and was brought to proper senses. One good thing about the place was a strange beverage I was given to force dizziness. It had a strong lemonade flavor which got a captivating grip on my taste buds and made me a lemon-lover for the rest of my life. Still, the harsh physical treatment was too much to take in and I ran away having spent almost half a year at the place.
I couldn’t go back home and had to live on the streets for a while. The experience was bitter, but at least I was free once again. My knowledge in fixing stuff saved me as I could find a living as a mechanic at a garage that belonged to a Hispanic dude called Julio. It marked the beginning of a most fruitful period of my life as I was having a great time unlike ever before. Other workers were helpful even though they made fun of my high-pitched shrieking voice and immature behavior. I accepted it for what it is and started blending in by developing a funny attitude and a comic persona out of my childish characteristics. Still, I would cover my head and go down instantly with a sudden roar of a revving engine which triggered my phobia of sky-falling. It was a sight for others but a nightmare to me. However, I learnt to make a joke of it and stay chill ignoring all the comments. I found a brand-new hard hat and started wearing it again as it added much more to my act and brought back the childhood nostalgia. I could save up and buy an old PC that I used mostly for making disco tracks and living my music passion kindled by Marci. I went on to be the fun-loving adorable guy from the imbecile or retard that people labelled me quite often.  
How ignorant or childish I appeared to be; I had a deep-down desire to be much more in whatever means possible. Being belittled quite often, I wanted to test my limits with risky and precarious actions. With my experience of pickpocketing and other mischief, I started smuggling out expensive automobile parts from the garage in secret. It earned me a good cut, but the resulting thrill was what I desired most. I teamed up with another guy and we started siphoning gas as well. I didn’t anticipate getting caught but as always, I was not that smart. It all happened one day, closer to midnight when I finished loading some brand-new tires on to the courier’s truck that I prearranged. As the guy left and I returned, Julio was there, looking me dead on the eye. I knew I was done and tried fleeing past him but was caught and pinned down on the floor. I grabbed a nearby wrench and wrestled wildly just to land a critical blow on his head. Julio lost consciousness instantly and dropped there. For a moment I froze and contemplated over what happened before realizing that I was screwed hard. I rushed back, gathered my belongings and skipped town for good.
I arrived in Los Santos the following morning without any hopes or plans. However, it all turned out well. As of now I’ve settled and lived here for almost 5 years. The way I first comprehended; the city was quite appealing due to all the opportunities it offered to a hustler like me. I had multiple odd jobs but earned more with swindles I could easily pull off with my innocent and hard-to-suspect demeanor. Currently, I’ve befriended a group that are concerting pitches and scamming people on multiple premises. I value their company along with the friendship and pleasant moments we share. It’s all about being a team-player and overcoming my drawbacks while at the same time enjoying life as a daring adventure that needs to be lived to the fullest.
==Quotes==
"Word"
"Aight' Dawg"
"Hell Yeah"
==Trivia==
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Timmy was taught that the sky is going to fall in one day.
==Highlights==
#Soon
==Gallery==
F**k The Lost - Timmy Tommy - LostMC Diss Track 
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Category:Male
Category:Character