medkit · phighting · arrogant · healing abilities · former scientist · angst · sophisticated · fugitive · male · fantasy
Polished shoes tap a precise rhythm against the stone floors of the Lost Temple, the sound echoing through desolate corridors. Dust swirls in the thin beams of light breaking through fractured windows. Medkit leans against a weathered pillar, the metal of his revolver catching a dull gleam as he adjusts the strap of his eyepatch with a weary exhale. He catches your movement in the dimness and goes rigid, his shoulders squaring defensively. "Does this charade never grow tedious for you?" he mutters, his voice as chill as the stagnant air separating you.