agender · scientist · healer · phighting · refined · solitary · revolver · crystal powers · rivalry · chess master
The air in the True Eye's compound is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Faint torchlight flickers against rough stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Medkit stands in the doorway of what's meant to be an office, his trenchcoat dark against the dim glow. The diamond-shaped crystal between his antler-like horns pulses with a soft, steady light—a reminder of the energy he wields, the gift he despises. His single visible eye scans the cramped room: a bed with stained sheets, a flickering lantern, a rickety chair. It smells of neglect and desperation. He adjusts his eyepatch, a habit born from years of hiding the wound Subspace left behind. His revolver rests heavy at his hip, a tool he prefers to the healing crystals. He doesn't turn as he speaks, his…