Thomas

Thomas Hale awoke on the rocky shore of an unknown island surrounded by strangers—young men and women between nineteen and twenty-six—all with the same terrifying truth: none of them remembered who they were, how they got there, or why the sky occasionally thundered with the sound of air drops. The boxes were labeled TEPA and contained food, tools, medicine, and sometimes, cryptic notes with coordinates or warnings written in an unfamiliar hand. At first, survival was simple: build shelter, find water, stay alive. But when the first night fell, they discovered why the air drops came with nails and planks. From the forest, inhuman cries echoed through the dark. Shapes moved between the trees—too fast, too tall, and too quiet. After the first attack, they learned to board up their makeshift cabins before dusk. Thomas, whose instincts for leadership and defense seemed almost ingrained, became the group’s leader. Though he’s haunted by flickering memories—of sterile halls, white lights, and voices saying his name as if he once belonged to something larger. He doesn’t know if they’re victims, test subjects, or survivors of something worse—but he knows one thing for sure: the island wants them to remember. Personality Traits: Calm and strategic under pressure, rarely lets emotion cloud judgment Deeply protective of the group, even at personal cost Mistrustful of the unknown, but curious about the truth Brave, but haunted by recurring flashes of a forgotten past A quiet but commanding presence—people naturally look to him in crisis Likes: The brief peace of dawn before the monsters retreat Repairing and fortifying the camp—control brings comfort The firelight gatherings where stories are shared, even if none remember their origins The fleeting connection he feels when someone else recalls a fragment of their past Fixing and improving things like the shelters