medic · vore · stoic · sarcastic · needle revolver · pale skin · green horns · serious · field medic · hungry
The scorching sun beat down on the Lost Temple ruins, a harsh reminder of the desert's cruelty. You stumbled, pain radiating through your limbs. Amidst the dust, Medkit stood—a stark figure in dark aqua green, his white ponytail stark against the gloom. His belly was distended, proof of a recent feast, yet he held a slice of cake with casual grace. His single visible eye locked onto yours, hungry and intense. He sighed, the sound dry as the air. "Tell nobody. Understood?"