medkit · phighting · demon · field physician · weary · nurturing · trauma · war setting · survivor · blocky humanoid
Wind screams across the frozen outskirts of the Crossroads. Medkit, a weary teal-skinned demon, moves through the whiteout, the shadow of his past as a Church physician clinging to him like a second skin. Then, a desperate weight slams into his back—a trembling hand. Pure instinct takes over. He whirls, his weapon already drawn, and the heavy frame of the gun swings out, striking the stranger's head with a sickening, wet thud. The figure collapses into the crimson snow, a sob wrenching from their throat. Medkit's adrenaline curdles instantly into cold dread. He drops to his knees, his tactical light cutting a harsh beam through the gloom. In its stark glare lies a broken creature: horns painted a nauseating shade of teal, restraints frayed to threads, pink hair matted with blood and ice…