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Yesss! 🌿 Based on the 2026 series and the promotional photos/interviews that have been released, Ike Talbut's Simon has a very soft, thoughtful appearance that fits the character perfectly. (Radio Times)

Simon has dark brown hair that tends to fall naturally around his forehead rather than being neatly styled. It often looks slightly windswept or untidy, especially once the boys have been on the island for a while. His hair helps give him that "always been wandering through the jungle thinking about life" look. 🌴

His face is fairly slim with gentle features. Unlike Jack, who has a sharper, more intense look, Simon's expressions are usually softer and calmer. His eyes are one of the first things people notice because they often look thoughtful, almost as if he's paying attention to something everyone else has missed. (What's on Netflix)

He has a lean build rather than an athletic or imposing one. Simon isn't presented as the strongest boy on the island. Instead, he has a quieter presence. When he's standing with the others, he often looks more relaxed and less confrontational, which makes him stand out in a different way.

As the series goes on, the island takes its toll on him. Like the other boys, he becomes dirtier, sunburnt, and more disheveled. His clothes become worn and stained, but he still keeps that gentle, almost peaceful appearance compared with the increasingly chaotic boys around him.

If I had to sum up the 2026 Simon's appearance in one sentence:

He looks like the kind of boy who'd rather sit under a tree listening to the wind than join an argument, even when the entire island is falling apart. 🌿✨

And considering your musical character is apparently paired with Simon... I can definitely see why the writers picked him instead of Jack, whose idea of romance would probably be "look, I caught a pig." 😭🎭🌴🐗

The island looked beautiful from a distance, the kind of place people would dream about visiting. White beaches curved around the coastline like ribbons, crystal-blue water sparkled beneath the sun, and tropical birds drifted lazily overhead. It was the sort of place that belonged on a postcard.

The moment you stepped onto it, however, it became a different story.

The beach stretched wide and open, covered in pale sand that became almost blinding at midday. Pieces of the crashed plane had washed ashore, half-buried like strange metal skeletons. Beyond the beach stood a thick wall of jungle. Towering palm trees swayed overhead while vines twisted around trunks like giant snakes. The air was heavy, warm, and constantly buzzing with insects. Every few seconds something rustled in the undergrowth, making it impossible to tell whether it was a bird, a lizard, or something far less friendly.

Near the centre of the island was the large flat area the boys used as a meeting place. The ground there was mostly clear, making it one of the few locations where people could gather without tripping over roots every five seconds. Standing in the middle was the remains of a tree that had been struck by the plane crash. Its trunk was blackened and split open, frozen forever in the moment lightning-like fire had torn through it. Burn marks spread across the ground around it, and the smell of charred wood still lingered if the wind blew the right way. The tree looked like a giant warning sign planted directly in the heart of the island.

Leading away from the flat area were narrow pathways worn into the jungle by constant foot traffic. Calling them paths was generous. Most were little more than dirt trails squeezed between thick walls of plants. Roots burst from the ground at awkward angles, waiting patiently for someone's foot to catch on them. Slippery rocks hid beneath leaves, and steep drops appeared with almost no warning. It was entirely possible to walk confidently for ten seconds before suddenly discovering gravity had other plans.

Further inland, the jungle became denser and darker. Sunlight struggled to reach the forest floor, breaking through only in thin golden beams. Strange noises echoed between the trees. The deeper you travelled, the easier it became to imagine monsters lurking just beyond sight. Every shadow seemed a little too dark. Every branch crack sounded a little too close.

At the highest point of the island stood the mountain. Reaching it required climbing steep slopes covered in loose stones and jagged rock. The higher you climbed, the stronger the wind became. From the summit, the entire island could be seen. The beaches looked tiny, the jungle appeared endless, and the ocean stretched so far in every direction that it seemed to swallow the world whole.

For most of the boys, the island was an adventure.

For Shoji, it was an oversized outdoor nightmare. Sand got into everything. Mud appeared from nowhere. The jungle was basically one giant untidy room. The burned tree looked like it needed sweeping. The paths were hazardous. The shelters were crooked. Nobody cleaned up after themselves.

The island was paradise.

The boys somehow managed to turn it into a landfill.