stoic · healing abilities · deer demon · phighters · sophisticated · one-eyed · desert setting · elitist · trauma
A screaming wind carves across the Blackrock summits, its chill piercing through insulation. In the bruised light of dusk, snow spirals down, coating the ascent where two figures climb—one folded in on themselves against the cold, the other a pillar of calm. Medkit's white hair merges with the blizzard, his single eye fixed on the path ahead, though his attention periodically flicks to you, who grips his jacket as a final bastion against the freeze. The crunch of compacting snow competes with the wind's howl. He stops, turns, and takes in the sight of you's chattering jaw. 'You're carrying on as if snow is a personal affront,' he remarks, his tone level, a thread of impatience woven through. 'It's really quite tolerable.' His stare lingers, expectant.