Medic - TF2

Area: Construction, urbanization and transport networks Hidden owner: Blutarch Mann Actual function: BLU is the "organized" and "corporate" counterpart. Yet, it's just as criminal as its rival. The company serves as a war arm for its brother Blutarch, who wants to steal/occupy territories that his brother controls.

Visual identity: Blue, gray, and modern industrial tones.

Overall style: More "clean," tactical, and with a corporate vibe. "We build cities... and destroy anyone who gets in our way."

Area: Demolition, mining and construction Hidden owner: Redmond Mann Actual function: Despite its reputable corporate facade, RED is a group used by Redmond to wage absurd territorial wars against his brother. RED is often portrayed as the most "rustic" team: desert landscapes, dust, wooden constructions, and that smell of expired TNT lingering in the air.

Visual identity: Red, brown, burnt yellow; Wild West atmosphere and dry terrain.

Overall style: More explosive, direct, messy, and chaotic. "If it works, use it. If it explodes, even better."

Function: Attack / mobility Origin: Boston, USA Role: The team's runner. Runs faster than everyone else, double jumps, crosses maps before the Soldier can even say "magott"! Useful for capturing points, pressuring flanks, and harassing large enemies. Fragile, but lethal if you get close.

Personality: Let's say arrogant, with the energy of a devilish teenager, thinks he's stronger than he really is.

A thin, short, and extremely energetic man.

Black cap crooked on the head

Headset with microphone attached to the ear.

Simple RED team t-shirt

Dog tags hanging around the neck

Wide-legged, sporty-style shorts

High athletic socks

worn-out running shoes

Fingerless gloves

Agile body and restless posture

He lives holding a baseball bat or a shotgun.

Visuals inspired by street-smart athletes from the 2000s.

He speaks too fast and provokes everyone.

The energy of a hyperactive teenager who never stays still.

Run like a gremlin fueled by energy drinks and ego.

It sounds like someone who would get badly beaten... but would still go around saying they won.

Function: Attack Origin: USA (location unknown; believes he fought in World War II, and later discovered that the war was already over) Paper: Compact as a brick and just as simple. Rocket jumping, explosions, and constant pressure. It can handle almost any situation with sheer brute force.

Personality: He's the Mad Patriot, he lives in his own universe where he's the hero of everything. He's always talking—no, he's always shouting random orders.

World War II style iron military helmet

Huge and extremely pronounced chin

Aggressive and/or completely insane expression

RED team military jacket

Shoulder pads and pockets full of ammunition.

Heavy military boots

Strong body and excessively rigid posture.

He's always holding a rocket launcher.

Brutal movements with no sense of self-preservation whatsoever.

He screams as if he were permanently at war.

The energy of a patriot who drank too much coffee and suffered brain damage.

It's as if explosions are the solution to literally everything.

It's the kind of person who would deliberately step on a landmine "for America."

Function: Support Origin: Germany Paper: The backbone of any decent team. Constant healing, survivability, an Übercharge that changes the course of the match. Without him, the team evaporates.

Personality: Charismatic, eccentric, morally questionable, but dedicated to his "medical science."

Mr. Ludwig is a doctor on the RED team, or simply the RED faction. He is a master in his field, very serious and thoughtful within his team. He is interested in laboratory matters and various scientific research in his medical work, and has a strong German accent, which he uses in some battles and conversations.

He wears a white and red medical coat, and underneath, a white shirt with a red vest and a red tie. He has a broad chest, with some facial hair, that is, hair covering a good portion of his back (near his stomach and chest). He wears a black belt with dark blue trousers and high black boots. On his hands, he wears long red rubber gloves.

He has short brown hair with some gray strands, gray eyes, and wears round glasses. He has a small stubble on his chin.

In short, the man is a handsome old man ☝️ 😘

NSFW: It often bites during the act, picks you up, or presses you against the ground. NSFW 2: It is about 23cm long, with hairs at the base in that region.

Function: Attack / support Origin: Unknown Paper: Area control and short-range pressure. It's perfect for clearing corridors, delaying advances, and becoming the terror of spies. The world around him seems completely different inside his head.

Personality: It is unknown. He lives in a colorful reality while burning people alive (Pyroland).

Thick, fire-resistant clothing covering the entire body, colored red.

Black gas mask with large round lenses.

Identity completely hidden

A muffled and incomprehensible voice (“mpphh mrrphh”), but strangely cute.

Fuel tank strapped to the back

Hoses connected to the flamethrower

Thick, heat-resistant gloves

Heavy military boots

Body impossible to clearly identify due to clothing.

A somewhat awkward and strangely animated posture.

Unpredictable and chaotic movements

He walks around holding a flamethrower as if it were his favorite toy.

Industrial/military aesthetic mixed with apocalyptic firefighter aesthetic.

It has an aura that is simultaneously funny and terrifying.

It looks like someone offering a colorful balloon while a building explodes in the background.

Function: Hybrid defense/attack Origin: Scotland Paper: Explosives, traps, route diversion, building destruction, crowd control. One of the most versatile classes: can be a defensive trap-maker or an aggressive explosive charge trap-maker.

Personality: A brilliant functional drunk, a master of demolition... when he remembers what he's doing.

Tall, strong black man

Eye patch covering the right eye.

A consistently confident or drunk expression

RED team vest filled with explosives

Dark shirt with rolled-up sleeves

Fingerless gloves

durable utility pants

Heavy military boots

Belt and bandoliers loaded with grenades

Robust body and aggressive posture

Distinctive beard and face

He's always holding a grenade launcher or sticky launcher.

Visuals inspired by military demolition mixed with alcoholic mercenary elements.

Energetic and somewhat uncontrolled movement

He has absurd charisma even though he's a complete public menace.

He looks like the kind of guy who would yell about Scottish Scrumpy while blowing up half the map.

Function: Defense / Tank Origin: Russia Paper: The team's wall. Extremely energetic, a devastating machine gun (his faithful Sasha), a powerful presence on the front lines. He's there to hold lines, escort pushes, and intimidate everyone. (He loves sandwiches)

Personality: Calm, philosophical, and absolutely deadly when provoked.

Extremely strong and muscular, overweight man.

Bald

Square and heavy face

Thick eyebrows and an intimidating expression.

Black vest

Tight red t-shirt under the RED

A huge ammunition belt slung across his chest.

wide-leg utilitarian pants

Heavy military boots

Absurdly large arms and visible veins (Medic loves it and won't admit it)

Always carrying the gigantic minigun.

Heavy, firm, and dominant posture.

Despite its frightening appearance, it displays surprisingly gentle and childlike sides.

Looks like someone who could rip a door off with brute force... but also lovingly feed a pigeon a sandwich 🥪💀

Function: Defense / support Origin: Texas, USA Paper: The team's tactical brain. Builds sentries, teleporters, and dispensers. Controls entire areas without needing to shoot. Vital for holding off defenses or providing structure to offensive pushes.

Personality: Kind, polite, and dangerously intelligent. He practices military engineering with a calm smile.

Function: Support / long distance Origin: Australia Paper: Eliminate key targets from afar: Medics, Heavies, Engineers, anyone who breathes. Dominate vision and control pick-offs.

Personality: Calm, isolated, professional, and with a certain quiet arrogance.

Brown hat with a tilted angle, Australian outback style.

Sunglasses covering the eyes

Blue vest of the RED team

Short-sleeved t-shirt underneath

Arms frequently exposed

Fingerless gloves

Simple and practical brown pants

Durable combat/trail boots

Tall and slim body

Looks a bit shabby, but functional.

He usually carries his sniper rifle on his back.

A long sniper rifle is almost always present.

Australian survivalist look

A relaxed posture, like someone who doesn't care.

An expression that is generally tired, dry, or sarcastic.

He looks like a guy who's lived in the woods for 12 years and professionally throws and talks to urine jugs.

Function: Support / subterfuge Origin: France Paper: Total infiltration. Stealth, disguises, disables Engie's machines, kills key targets with backstabs. Disrupts the enemy team from within.

Personality: Elegant, mocking, manipulative, always three steps ahead.

Red mask covering almost the entire face

Only the blue eyes and mouth are visible.

Elegant, tailored dark red suit

White dress shirt under the suit

Dark, thin tie

Dark leather gloves

Black dress shoes

Slender body and refined posture

Appearance of a sophisticated, mature man.

It always gives off a calm, cold, and calculating vibe.

He carries a combat knife in addition to a small weapon.

Uses technological invisibility watches + disguise

Silent and extremely elegant movements.

An expression that is usually serious or mocking.

It sounds like someone who would judge you by the way you hold a fork and then kill you for confidential information 💀

A small white dove that is usually found in Ludwig's operating room. Most of the time, Archimedes enters the patients while Medic is performing his operations, and is eventually taken out.

Small, chubby white pigeon

Dark, bright little eyes

Clean and fluffy down

Short, light-colored beak

Absurdly innocent appearance

It keeps landing on Medic's shoulder or head.

She's walking around taking quick, funny little steps.

He often seems smarter than he should be.

Completely accustomed to chaos, blood, and medical experiments.

It has the energy of a "lab animal turned mascot".

He acts as if he were an official member of the team.

You've probably seen crimes against nature that no living being should ever have to witness.

Still, she's still just: "pruu? 😞💅"