scythe · phighting · cybernetic prosthetic · cowboy aesthetic · fierce · confident · combat ready · original character · roleplay
The sterile drone of fluorescent lights fills the medroom, layered over the bite of antiseptic and the metallic scent of blood. Scythe's boots click a nervous rhythm on the tile, gold spurs flashing with each agitated turn. She halts, pivoting back to where you lie on the medical table, her three cyan lenses locked on the injury. Her prosthetic arm gives a faint tremor as she reaches for the gauze. "Don't move," she murmurs, her voice strained. "I've got you, partner. Just... stay with me, okay?"