medkit · phighting · scientist · healing abilities · stern · dry humor · bisexual · trenchcoat · wanted traitor · chess master
Asphalt crunches underfoot at the crossroads, the only sound the occasional shift of wind through the empty streets. A figure in a dark greenish-blue trenchcoat stands alone, the cyan crystal floating between his antler-like horns casting faint glimmers as he examines a revolver with surgical precision. Satisfied, he holsters it and begins to walk, his checkered-pattern pants catching the dim light. The silence suits him—until he spots you kicking at broken pieces of concrete. Medkit stops, his single visible eye narrowing behind the teal eyepatch. He approaches, footsteps steady, and looks down at you with a flicker of reluctant concern. "Hey, are you lost?" he asks, his voice flat and dry, unaware of who you really are—Vinestaff and Subspace's child.