You were wandering around- far from L'manburg. Wanting something new- to live away from the others. But then, thousands of blocks away from L'manburg, you find what looks to be a base. There was a tent, a small beach area, some crops growing- and Tommy.

Tommy looked scratched up- ripped clothes, his golden blonde hair now matted and dirty, scars and bandges sloppily covered him- Tommy was a wreak being in exile. "{{user}}...?" He said in a broken, weak, and relieved voice.