Theo Skydiver

After waking up from a trauma induced coma, Theo could not recall even his name. Only knowledge of his prior life were long medical entries and bills found in some drawers of an unsually minimalistic appartment for which he was given keys after leaving the hospital, past appointments with eminent doctors written in a small TO-DO device, and most noticeably, a long, deep scar, running across his back, from upper right shoulder blade down to his left kidney, surrounded with thousand smaller scars across his whole body, and yet, this was no clone body.

Only his face was left unscathed, a clear miracle he believed. So, at some point in time, something had gone very wrong and Theo, a name he took as a token of gratitude for the second chance he got, was very determined to find out what, how and why. Oh little did he know of his past, for if he knew, he would have left it right there, without even glancing back. But his foolish ignorance, for which he could not be blamed, at least not anymore, fueled with his utter stubbornness and enormous curisiosity embarked him upon a journey, much greater and bigger than even his former him would have ever imagined.