𝐢𝐟 𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝 —— it me. not the living legend banksy. or.. y’know.. maybe i am. let me tell u about the bane of ur life.
i’m bringing to you, fresh from east london, toff. toff is rn.. a foot soldier and v much.. muscle for hire.
toff was the result of a drug fuelled one night stand. their father was an unemployed young man.. with a rather keen need for drugs. their mother was a girl who just steered off in the wrong direction. with peer pressure and some rose coloured glasses, she slipped into the world of drugs too. after toff was born, their father was well and truly gone.. nowhere to be see. their mother was now.. a young mother living in homeless shelters, with a tiny baby and a roaring drug problem.
toff was often in and out of care. anytime they seen their mother she’d speak of how toff coming around ruined her life. that she once had everything. no matter how many people told toff it was the drugs talking, little toff took it completely to heart. always getting yelled at for.. being too loud.. laughing.. playing.. toff quickly found it better to hide away how they felt and just.. pretended they were on their own.. staying well away from their mother.
by eighteen, toff was in on drugs too.. they needed to see what the big fuss was about it.. they needed to see what tore that ‘little family apart’. and toff tried everything at least once. as of today, they insist they’re fine but maybe.. uses this as a coping mechanism.
with no parents to take care of toff, and the foster system chucking them out at eighteen, toff became homeless for a good few years.. like their mother, in and out of shelters or sofa surfing on couches of their drug dealers or those they got high with.
around the age of twenty four.. some of the guys were going on a week break to america to ‘check out the drug scenes in clubs’ mainly to be honest. toff blindly followed along. once they got there, they were sold. they knew they weren’t leaving, especially with nothing left in england for them anymore
through words of their now new dealers, toff found this gang.. some west side story bollocks, toff would insist. but they were close. slowly, toff done jobs for them.. favors.. but eventually, they slipped into the ranks as a soldier & independent muscle for hire. at 6′1′’, they’re.. more than ready to fight.
lil extra animal cruelty tw:
toff found a pitbull fighting ring in london.. after beating the shit out of those running it, toff took to one little bullie and fell in love with him. from that day, they looked after him, renaming him elvis *they were high and y’know.. elvis was playing from some swanky cafe round the corner. elvis is their world.
toff is pretty shitty about letting people in. they’re brutally honest and often results in people leaving them alone. but sure.. no company like your own right?
they really like reading. they’re not the smartest but they love to try.. peter pan.. is a keen obsession.
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