Description
Medya is a 17 year old girl, about 5'3. She looks a bit younger than she actually is. She has white hair that doesn't quite go past her shoulders, and she normally has heterochromatic eyes. One is red, and one is blue. However, when she is more one spirit, both eyes become red or blue. Her natural eye colour is brown, however, it almost never shows up. She usually wears a black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans. The only other noticeable thing is that she wears a pair of black gloves to cover the charge-circles on her wrists.
Personality
Medya has three personalities. However, the easiest indicator of which is which, is the eye colour, and how she acts. Dark Medya is the nicest, and tends to be more kind-hearted. D-Medya is more cheerful, social and enjoys the company of other people. However, normal Medya is impassive. She shares traits with L-Medya and D-Medya. She tries to avoid trouble and too much conversation. This is because the conflicting D-Med and L-Med personalities cause her to be bi-polar. She can go from snappish to apologizing immediately. Finally, L-Medya is the darker side. She's also the more adult of the three personalities. Tends to be a flirt, however, angers easily and enjoys fight. All in all, this would be Medya's sadistic part.
D-Med = red eyes. L-Med = blue eyes. Normal Med = one of each.
Equipment
Medya carries a small-ish backpack with all her things in it.
Skills: Medya's special battle abilities are confined to her arms. Both spirits are manifested, however, each arm has 8 charges, represented by a small circle embedded around her wrists with 8 sections. When lit, there is a charge. In essence, this is the amount of times she can use a skill. They regain a charge in about 5 minutes, however as Medya gets tired, the time is increased. The dark energy is in the right arm, and the light is the in the left.
Devil's Right: A punch filled with darkness energy. Explodes on contact with an enemy, the immediate area is filled with a smoke-like effect, blinding the opponent and and others nearby. The smoke lasts for a few seconds before dissipating.
Angel's Left: A punch filled with light. On contact, releases light, similar to the Devil's right, it blinds. However, the Angel's Left is more offensive. The flash lasts for only a second, its main effect is to cause a small energy explosion.
Devil's Shield: Medya creates a shield made of dark energy, canceling out any magic that it comes in contact with. Deflects ranged projectiles, and gives a few seconds of paralysis for physically contacting the shield.
Angelic Scythe: Medya sweeps her arm, creating a blade-like energy that speeds towards the opponent. Three scythes per charge.
Devil's Blessing: Medya releases a flow of dark energy, supporting the target's life in some fashion. It is conformable enough to be useful in most situations.
Flight: Wings sprout from near the base of the arms, one is a white-bat type, while the other is a black-crow like one. As long as each arm has at least one charge, this costs none to keep in effect.
Rarely seen, Medya can occasionally synchronize both arms, and go into a more powerful state. In this mode, she gains increased speed and power, and all of her moves are buffed. However, it only lasts for about 3 minutes before she returns to normal, in an exhausted state.
Medya has strong mental powers, however, most of the time they are suppressing the two spirits inside of her. Thus, her powers are restricted to basic telekinesis and telepathy. She can lift small objects with a bit of concentration. She can also establish a mental link with a nearby person, allowing communication. She almost always asks for permission first before doing so, though.
History
Medya was orphaned at a young age. She doesn't remember her parents, and was taken into a religious household. Since she was little, she has had strong mental powers. This power was noticed by an angel. However, this was an angel who was not content with its current position. It flew to Medya and possessed her, putting her into a coma-like state. Her household noticed this, and assuming she had been taken over by devils, tried to call upon divine power to save her. Ironically, and amazingly, something did come. However, it was actually a renegade death god, a pacifist. The death god also merged into Medya's body, however, it did so with the intent to save her. These two now-spirits are still fighting inside of the girl, Medya. When Medya woke up from her coma, her foster family was relieved, believing it to be divine intervention. However, to be sure, they sent her to a famous priest. This priest figured out what was happening inside of her, and with her agreement, embedded the power collecting charge-circles in her arms. These circles were supposed to keep the spirits under control, however, they have had the added effect of storing energy, which Medya has learned to use. Since then, she has also learned to suppress their personalities with her powers - with the help of the priest, however three minds inside of her has made her slightly mentally unstable.
So begins...
A white haired girl woke up in a back booth of Gambit's. "That's the last time I let either of you use my body to drink." She sleepily blinked around, vaguely becoming aware of all the people in the bar. "Full house...not my thing. Dee, El. One of you handle this." Ooooh, my turn. Medya's eyes became blue as she stood up, walking over to the samurai. The others looked as if they didn't know what they were doing. "Hey there, mister. You know what's going on outside? Making a whole bunch of racket."
El, for it was indeed El, not Medya, winked, and nodded. "Indeed, it might be best not to get killed. I hear that these people like to fight outside of here a lot." She jerked her head towards a back door. "Perhaps it'd be best to leave through another door, yes? Also, I didn't catch your name, mister samurai."
El smiled at Kenji, glancing over him properly. "I'm E--Medya. Nice to meet you, Kenji. Go ahead and lead the way. I'd love some tea. It's a bit too crowded here for me anyway."
El quickly darted in after him, flipping on a light so she was visible in her dark clothes. She pointed at a larger crate that was empty. "We could flip that?"
"You only have one eye?" She moved next to him, peering at his eyes with her blue ones. "Huh. That's terrible." However, as she said this, she moved to grab some small plates and teacups, placing them on the crate. Finishing up, she turned back to Kenji with a grin. "You'll have to pick the tea. I'm no good at it.
One of El's eyes flashed red, as she muttered under her breath, snickering quietly. "Hah. Emedya? Way to screw up my name, El." El lightly walked over, sitting in a butterfly-crosslegged style. "Just Medya, thanks. she nodded. "You must have misheard slightly."
El shook her head, staring down at the cups. "Sorry, nope. You're going to have to walk me through this." Oooooh, this sounds like fun. Let me do it, pleeeeaassseee? "Fine, fine. Too slow for me anyway." Both eyes became the ruby-red of earlier, and Dee/El now had a giant, cheerful on her face.
Dee was practically bursting with energy, as usual, but kept her almost-vibration to a minimum. She understood that this was a matter of respect and calm. And it wouldn't hurt to learn it. She took a deep breath, imitating the way he sat. "Why were you troubled, if I may ask? You look like a man who isn't phased easily."
"Another man inside of you? How did that work out, exactly? And who was the man? Was he dead? Living people don't live in other people. I mean, unless you have multiple personalities. Like me...I mean..erm..." She had blundered. And she also was aware of how she was still swarming him with questions.
"Oh, that sounds terrible." At his cue, she picked up the cup carefully, and sipped. "This soul sounds kinda like us, doesn't it." Medya burst out, laughing as she spoke. "This guy sounds exactly like us." Hey hey, Med. We haven't killed anyone...yet. And we can't take over your body all the time.... El replied, through the same mouth. Medya looked up at Kenji, coughing as she stopped laughing. "Looks like the cat's out of the bag." Her eyes were changing colours along with her personalities.
Dee interjected, sipping at the tea again. "I'm Dee. Stands for Dark. Med thought it was ironically funny, cause I'm the nicest former death god you'll probably ever meet. "I'm Medya. The original owner of this body, before these two jacked it." I'm El. ~ I'm an angel! Who wanted Med's body for her power. Dee's foiling me, though.
El chose to take this question, as it seemed like her kind of thing. I wouldn't say I'm evil...maybe just bad. Dee assumed control again, and added on. "I don't think El is evil either. We really get along! Kinda...sorta...okay, not really. Med's pretty neutral, though, that much is true."
That's an interesting take you have on us, there, mister Kenji. What makes you think Medya is good? Medya herself had to agree. "I wouldn't say that I'm good, either. I mostly just tell these guys to shut up, and stop them from doing anything crazy. Like humping attractive strangers. You'd best watch yourself." El snickered out loud. I'm hurt that you think so little of me.
El snickered again, as her ears perked up slightly. Mentally. Yeah, it was a bit weird. What do you consider good, then? Dee was the one who was enjoying the ceremony. She finished off the cup, offering it to him. "Yes, please."
That's interesting. We never thought of it like that. But I guess you could say that. Hm. El grinned at him. Both scenarios make me out to be the bad guy, eh? Only Dee and Med get switched. Medya reassumed control, and asked curiously, "But if Dee entered to save me, doesn't that also make her good?"
Dee was unsure, and that was clear in her voice. "I...I'm not sure. I think I wanted to save her. I didn't know El then, after all...so I wasn't trying to get revenge on her or anything... Medya nodded her agreement, siding with one of the two for once. "She probably was. She's a death god, after all. I don't think she had a reason to attack El, so that leaves sincerity, no?" Of course, Medya wasn't sure either, but she spoke calmly, drinking from the tea.
Dee teared up slightly, blinking so she wouldn't cry. "I-I was just passing by, and felt death...When I came to take Med's soul, I found El inside her body... Medya wiped her eyes, glaring at Kenji. "Hey. I don't care for either of them much, but don't doubt Dee. She's one of the nicest..souls I've ever met. She wouldn't be selfish about something like this. Also, I'm never saying this again, so take note." Much internal hugging was to be had at this moment. Except from El, who fake-gagged in a mind corner.
El spoke for the first time in a while. If I somehow make it out of here, I'll pass it on. But only cause you're cute. Dee nodded her agreement. "I'll also pass it on if I see him...but it's not necessarily because you're cute..." Medya snickered draining the cup of tea, for Dee's sake. "I won't be seeing him unless I die, but you never know. Leaving, then?"
Medya assumed full control of the body, and waved, before realizing that door was the only way out. She shrugged, leaving everything where it was, and followed. "Thanks, Kenji."
The white-haired girl strolled through the dark trees, seeming completely at peace. It was times like this, when she couldn't hear any chatter in her head, that were her favorite times. Medya absentmindedly tugged on the sleeves of her simple, black long-sleeved shirt, and continued walking at an easy pace.
"Away from the city, and nothing going on in my brain. The best it's been in a while..."
