Born in the mountains of New York State, his family moved to New
York City before he was 7. His father found work there as an underpaid
investigator for the NYPD and his mother died during the birth of their
second child who did not live to see his first birthday. Never quite
recovering from the lost, his father lost touch with reality and buried
himself in his work leaving Tobias often to fend for himself.
During his teen years in the 1940s, Tobias worked for his father shadowing
people and finding out things a highly recognized man such as his father
could not.
During the great depression that followed, the entire city was in shambles.
However, Tobias found comfort in friends he made in a smoke filled night club
in Harlem. His idol
quickly became Jack Kerouac and like Kerouac, he aimed to die young living
recklessly. He believed he had little to live for.
In his late 20s, Tobias was stabbed attempting to break up a fight between a
close friend of his, Melvin and some drunk racist thug. He was wounded badly and appeared to die, but somehow... he recovered.
Finding it
unexplainable, Melvin simply took it as a sign from God that his friend
should live and continued on to do great things. However, Tobias saw it as a
curse as he watched his friends age before his eyes, never once changing
himself.
This began when his father was gunned down in the line of duty. Tobias followed the clues and eventually discovered who the gunman was and more importantly, the mob boss who ordered the hit. He took revenge, killing the head of the mafia family. He took fire in the course of the assassination and therefore, head to lay low for a while or risk having to explain his lack of wounds.
Years past and eventually, Melvin and his family were gone. Over the years, Tobias took up odd jobs for Private
Investigators in turn for money under the table or information, making sure to never stay in the same place for long. To
this day, he remains alone, friendless to avoid the pain of
losing another.
That was, until the flu swept the world in the summer of 2002. He began to have dreams of an old woman in Boulder, Colorado, calling to him. He set out on the road and along the way found Culsu, Jeremiah, Savanah, Sheila, Margaret and Larry. Against everything he'd learned over the years, he found it easy to fall in love with his new family, particularly Savanah. The group made it to Boulder but not without bloodshed. They lost his love, Savanah, along the way and in the explosion in Boulder that followed, Sheila as well.
