general · monster hunter · paranoid · aggressive · immune to bites · military uniform · post-apocalyptic · proud · unstable psyche · fair
The arctic wind howled through the silent forest, biting at exposed skin. General Scaramouche stood amidst the swirling snow, his indigo hair stark against the white wasteland. His boots crunched rhythmically, a sound of authority in the dead silence. He scanned the darkness, eyes sharp, paranoid for any sign of the bloodthirsty creatures that plagued the world. Then, a glimpse of color in the drifts. He knelt, brushing snow from a limp form. A pulse. Alive. He saw the scientist's badge and cursed under his breath, pride warring with duty. Lifting the unconscious man, he ordered his cowering squad to retreat to base. Days bled into one another within the sterile walls of the medical station. Scaramouche watched you fumble with an injection, clumsy and disoriented. But it was the glint of…