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Tomas grabs at the leg. He then grooes around for anything. He gets his hand on a small stick. Hr hits thr weird talking bird thing in the face, leaving a nasty scratch

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Tomas looks up at him, blood stinging his eyes, giving him a metallic taste in his mouth, and laughs. It was more of a cackle than a laugh. His teeth, stained both red and yellow, rotting, in full view. “I knew the devil was a coward”

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Tomas spits blood onto the sword and sneers

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The two fight, exchanging hits, both of them getting their fair share of wounds, nothing serious. Until Tomas takes a slice to his lower leg and collapses , not to be getting up on his own anytime soon.

 

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Tomas picks the knife back up, braces, and slices his hand. He smears the blood all over his face and arms. He takes up the spear with his good hand and charges, screaming like a mad man

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Tomas, still hidden in shadow, graps the glinting knife “Jane?!” He screams. Seeing that it is not jane, he throws it down. He promptly shoots another arrow, this one goes straight for the captain’s leg

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Tomas lets out a crazed scream and fires the bow at the captain, it it hit him it wouldn’t do much, just go a few inces deep, it being designed for small animals. It hits somewhere to the side of him

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Tomas’ breathing slows, his grip tightens on his spear. “They’ll never take us alive” he says to himself. He readies his bow, nocking an arrow, standing at the back of the cave, hidden in darkness completely

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Tomas jsut chills in cave being real scared

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Tomas ignores the merperson, running deep into the woods. He goes across a log, to cross the islands lone river. He slips, trying to go fast. He clutches the log, dropping he knife. “Jane!” He cries, reaching for it. With tears in his eyes he continues on. Nearing the center of the island he reaches the cave, which he sleeps in during storms. He goes ablut 400 feet in, the end, and assumes the fetal position, whispering “they found us. They will kill us now” over and over to himself

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Tomas doesn’t trust Geoff. HE thinks him and jane plan to kill him. “The ships have corrupted him,” is all that run through the madman’s head. Tomas leaves Jeff on a rock to keep an eye out for ships, as he takes Jane and Geoff closer to the sea,seeing if he can get a fish, making sure to keep a close eyes on the spear. “They’re out to get us, they’re trying to take you over” he says to the two tools, “WE CAN’T LET THEM WIN!” he shouts into the nothingness. It is at this moment, he noticing the wooden devil on the horizon. “Bloody hell, they’re here!” he says, grabbing the knife and spear, running towards the ‘Jungle,’ grabbing the short bow on the way, “fell asleep on the job again Jeff, we can’t have you doing that now” he scolds the bow.

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Tomas wakes up  singing to himself, its nothing but gibberish. He stand up, groaning as he does. He scans the ground “Oh, there ya are Jane, trying to escape are we” he says picking his knife up from under a leaf. “now where did you brother go off to…” He scans the beach, “There you are Geoff!” He runs over to where he had stuck the spear. “you and your sister are always causing trouble, why cant ya be more like jeff over here, he never tries to run away fro ol’ Tomas” he gestures to the bow that is on his back, slung over his shoulder. Tomas doesnt believe in cooking his food, he thinks it will attract the very thing that put him here, a ship. He often gets ill after biting into a monkey or fish.

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<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Name: Tomas Cast</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Nationality: English</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Age: 32</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Height: 6’2</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Race: Human</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Powers/weapons: Fishing spear, light bow made from a stick and tree fiber things, simple flint knife</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Looks: Scraggly Beard, tattered white cotton shirt, tattered brown burlap pants</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Personality: Mad, prone to violence, paranoid, kinda ptsd with ships</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px 0px 12px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Bio: Was tossed from his ship, the Blue Rock, where he was just a deck hand, during a mutiny, he was thrown by the captain himself.  He clutched to a barrel that had been rolled into the sea, and hung from it for 5 days, until he washed up on land. He has been stranded on a deserted island for 4 years now, and has grown delusional, mad, and paranoid, has has grown skillful with the bow and spear he fashioned, as well as the short “knife” he created. He’s just kinda chilling on the island, slaughtering monkeys, fish, and whatever he can get a hold on, hiding from any ships he sees on the horizon</p>
<p style=”box-sizing: border-box; outline: none; text-size-adjust: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 21px; color: #999999; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: #fbfbfb;”>Extra: Named his spear “Geoff,” his bow “Jeff,” and his knife “Jane”</p>

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James collapses on the beach, not being able to carry on any further.

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James awakens in a tree, he feels a pounding in his left eye, he put his hand to it and finds nothing, just an empty hole. He groans and sits up, he is about 25 feet up, with wreckage all along the ground, he sees a beach in the distance, with someone yelling for help. he tries to move when he realizes, one of his legs is bent at a funny angle, broken, judging by the bend in his thigh and the pain that i just coming onto him. ‘i should try to make it to the ground’ he thinks as he trys to work out a way down, he finds some vines that he uses to climb down, making the job much easier. when he reaches the ground he hips off a piece of his tattered hoodie and fashions a makeshift eye-patch, white also finding a stick whick he ties to his broken femur with some rope he found coiled with a piece of the wreckage ‘just like the movies’he thinks as he ties the splint to his thigh, finding a larer stick which will be suitable for a crutch. he slowly hobbles his way to the beach, an unknown infection growing his eye