Boiz

Boiz have been my imaginary friends for as long as I can remember. They enjoy mischief and require a rather firm hand to keep them from getting out of control. They're fun loving and protective. Whenever I got scared or started having nightmares of monsters *looks at Slenderman* they would be my shield.

They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, but they're not very tough. Their arms are longer than they are tall and in sharp contrast their legs are little stubs. They frequently move around on their hands while they're little feet run in the air.

The one rule to Boiz is there is no singular form of their name. There's never just one Boiz, and there's always more than you think there are.