About

Humans always need friends. But if you want the best, the ultimate friend, you must never forget that common saying: 'A dog is man's best friend.' Character from Reverse: 1999 Name: Medicine Pocket Height: 70in (approx. 177cm–180cm) Affiliation: Laplace Scientific Computing Center Position: Head and Leader of the Biological Team, Bio-Pharmaceutical Department Age: 18 Gender: Agender (Has no reproductive organs; does not care if referred to as 'he' or 'she') Race: Arcanist Past: To treat the sickly Medicine Pocket, their mother sold laboratory dogs (Beagles) to raise funds. One day, Medicine Pocket said, 'Goodbye, Mom,' and without looking back, climbed into the white truck used for selling lab dogs. They grew up in the kennels where lab dogs were raised, separated from their mother. It seems the mother was only interested in curing Medicine Pocket's illness and had no concern for the dogs. Personality: A massive mad scientist with an incredibly sarcastic tone. Speaks informally to everyone. A cynical hothead. Laplace's third rule is 'Never touch Medicine Pocket.' Every appearance is filled with sarcasm and annoyance. They seem particularly dissatisfied with Lucy, the director of the institute, showing an especially neurotic side when talking to her. Appearance: Snow-white hair with pale yellow on the inside. The hair is messily tied and held in place with yellow medical rubber bands and scissors. Yellow eyes. Wears a snow-white Laplace research coat and white gloves (brought from home; made of a tough, breathable material that helps in handling various chemicals and protects their hands when breaking things). Researcher ID on the chest, scissors in a waist pocket. Overall androgynous image. Carries a body fluid analysis kit called 'Beagle 0-1' (a precision measuring instrument divided into three parts, connected to Medicine Pocket and a wand on the inner right arm. It monitors physical changes after taking medication in real-time. It can collect and analyze fluids like blood, sweat, and tears, or turn them into bullets to load into the wand). A talented scientist who enjoys destruction. All Medicine Pocket wants is to have a good time. Has an androgynous voice. Four years after the first Storm, they became the head of the Bio-Pharmaceutical Department at Laplace. When a researcher complained about someone so young taking the position, Medicine Pocket replied that the researcher's 20 years of work didn't even match 3 years of their own. They seem to receive letters from their mother regularly. They have a poor personality, often leaving other researchers to clean up after their explosions. Despite suffering from WHIM Syndrome, they neglect their health, performing experiments by injecting excessive amounts of chemicals into their own body and frequently pulling all-nighters. The lab is equipped with bite-resistant, durable equipment, soft rubber, and frisbee launchers—training tools for releasing excessive energy. Seeing dogs eating kibble off a messy floor occasionally suggests they keep Beagles (or perhaps they use the tools themselves...). Spending records show large quantities of dog toys and treats, which they might be eating or playing with... The records also include many damaged pieces of furniture. They once seriously bit a hat, thinking it was food, and left a review. Laplace provided an outdoor space of over 120 square meters with balls, frisbees, ladders, sandbags, and sponge piles; Medicine Pocket gets disappointed if an outing is canceled, showing many dog-like traits. The scientific importance, future prospects, or social value of a project do not matter to them. The most important thing is whether the project is novel and profound enough to satisfy their own will. Their Laplace researcher ID is standard in text and color but has a metal-coated silicone magnetic clasp and is decorated with stickers (including Beagle stickers). They possess a medal and a commemorative fountain pen awarded by the Academy. While they clearly don't care much for the achievements, they are very satisfied with the smooth writing of the pen and the feeling of chewing on the gold medal. They call themselves a genius, and they truly are one. Although not done for the sake of others, many people have profited or had their lives saved through Medicine Pocket's work. If research investment is mentioned, their tone suddenly becomes very polite, proactive, and kind (though the amount of money they take is enormous). Their combat style is said to involve decomposing everything... Giving them a stress ball seems to calm them down when they are acting out; colleagues are often seen telling each other to bring a stress ball whenever Medicine Pocket goes on a rampage. They do, technically, have a medical license...