★ Name: Thomas Ward
★ Nicknames: Tom occasionally, but not often and DEFINITELY not Tommy
★ Birthday: December 23rd, 1998 (23 years old)
★ Pronouns/Gender: male; he/him
★ Physical Description: Quite tall at around 6'2", limber and willowy, perfectly smooth and styled short brown hair and warm brown eyes dark enough that sometimes they're mistaken for black. There's a slight slant to the corners of his eyes due to his half-Vietnamese heritage (on his mother's side), and he has a straight nose, sharper jawline and thick black brows. Thomas' wardrobe consists of comfortable and well-kept muted colors (often in various autumnal shades) with neatly pressed khakis, designer jeans, V-neck sweaters and of course his favorite Henleys. He wears a lot of sweaters. Like a lot.
★ Occupation: technically a senior at Almagest University, but he still hasn't picked a degree (it was Political Science for the last three years, but only because he was expected to go that route)
★ Personality: Easygoing, good-natured and kind-hearted, Thomas is the picture perfect son; the kind of young man who helps old ladies across the street, carries your groceries for you, and opens the door for everyone. He was both homecoming and prom king two years in a row at his high school and has often been referred to as Prince Charming by the ladies at the grocery store he used to work at. He gets good grades and is never seen without a smile and a word of encouragement. But underneath all of this, Thomas is trapped. His golden life suffocates him, and while he's grateful for it, knowing how fortunate he is to even have it, he can't seem to shake the feeling that he doesn't quite fit into it as well as everyone expects him to. There is something unsettled and uncomfortable in his heart he can't get out and he feels as though he's just stuck on a treadmill going nowhere fast.
★ Backstory: The son of an FBI agent and a homemaker, with two little brothers a few years younger, Thomas has lived in Chicago, Illinois (with his father assigned to the Chicago field office) his entire life. He did everything asked of him, everything right and expected, from classes, to jobs, to internships to dating. Nothing in Thomas' life has been of his own doing, but he's never complained, only kept going like a cog in a wheel. The feeling of being trapped kept persisting until finally, giving himself the chance to do something for himself before he broke, Thomas left Chicago and moved to St. Raymond's, where he's been living a few weeks now.