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...
"Practice makes perfect," Medya replied easily. "Besides, if you can get it down, then it could be useful in a fight, if that's what you prefer. Save energy to blind someone, especially if you're trying to be non-lethal."
A few cuts had appeared on her body, and she ran her right hand over the wounds. A small black aura surrounded the hand and the injuries disappeared. "I'm fine. You should try again," she told Lesi.
Medya shook her head, clucking her tongue. "It's what you make of it. As you saw, you can even heal with demonic energy. Besides, I doubt you've ever tried doing something like that, so it was great for a first try! C'mon. I'll stick with you until you learn this. Don't you want to do something cheerful with your powers?"
"I do! I've barely met anyone like me, and definitely no one who can at least come close to doing something non-violent with their powers. So...please?" she asked, her eyes widening. "Pleeeeaaaaseeee?"
"I sound like Dee now. This must be a day where I act like you two..sheesh."
"I probably will. Talking to other people is such a hassle," she said with a smile. "Go ahead. See you later."
The door creaked open a crack, and after a peek around satisfied her curiosity, the white-haired girl wearing a black shirt and jeans entered the dojo cautiously. With a scowl on her face, she took another look around, shouting, "Hey, is anyone here? Somebody told me that there was someone looking to fight..."
Heheh, and you took a bribe to come, because you don't like to fight at all, right Med? rang a voice in her head.
"You shut up. Guess we just wait, and if they don't show then we're going."
Medya flicks her fairly short hair as she takes a seat on the ground, staring intently at the door. The noise behind her failed to catch her attention as she was thinking.
The almost small and fragile looking girl looked up, then pushed herself to her feet. While dusting herself off, she said, "Yeah, yeah, that was me. I guess if you're looking for a fight, I can give it to you. I mean I already took the money...Anyway. Don't be fooled. I can still kick your ass into next week."
He doesn't look that tough. I'd say next month, at least. But...he is kind of cute. Maybe we could take him to dinner after...
"That doesn't even get a response," she thought at her 'onboard' passengers.
"Try not to kill each other all the way to death. No other rules unless you wanted to add something," she replied dryly. Medya simply stood there loosely, beckoning him with a finger. If he had been closer, he might've noticed her single red eye flashing to blue. "First move is yours, tiger." She winked.
"Oh come now, dear, I just told you come at me. That sword looks juusst fine. You're not even overcompensating. Do you want me to punch you in the face so that you'll accept I'm a threat? Don't take it easy because I'm a girl. Well because Med is a girl." The girl rolled her now-blue eyes, before the bands around her wrists began glowing, and her left arm was enveloped glowing energy, and her right was with a similar but dark power.
"In fact, less talk, cutie-pie. You'd best draw your sword if you like living,"she said cheerfully, taking off with a dash at the boy, and preparing a punch to head directly for his chest. Not a finishing move, but a simple test to see how he would fare.
Though the punch was powered by physics, the use of the second dash dampened the already weakened blow. With a grin, the girl, currently Dee, hopped back a good distance from the boy. "Not bad with your reflexes, kid. Tell me your name so I know before you get beaten down."
She cracked her knuckles and gave a playful wink to Michael. "Whoa there, handsome. Even a girl like me couldn't take two at once. Besides, I don't actually have balls, so that's accurate."
"Haaaah, Syro. I see. Well, you can call me El, and the girl whose body I'm borrowing is Medya. She really doesn't care about fighting so I'm here to play with you. Let's see how you handle this, tiger." El drove her right fist into the ground , creating a small smokescreen around her. From the smoke, three scythe-like blades of light flew at Syro, while the girl herself dashed left and then at him from a diagonal with another punch aimed at his gut.
El smirked as her fist connected. The energy she was channeling meant that her hand would not be breaking any time soon. It also meant that she wouldn't just be hitting at her size, that is to say a thin, small-ish girl. She glanced at Syro, commenting, "Oh dear, are you done already? That would be no fun at all. Here, you can have a turn." Her feet moved her a few steps back and she returned to standing casually.
"Your range is annoying, boy," she informed him. "Use it to your advantage more." With that, she braced her right arm and a small circle of energy, like a shield, sprang up to meet the sword. She shifted her feet to take the blow, since regardless, she was quite light. "Surely you can do better than that, tiger."
Unluckily for the boy, the shield's initial effect was to defend against magical attacks as well, simply dissipating the energy that was in contact with the circle of darkness. However, her four seconds were up, and El jumped back to let the blade continue on its original course. "Oooh, interesting. So you were hiding something from me."
With some quick thinking, El swiped her left arm, and sent out a single blade of light energy towards the arc of flames. If she was lucky, it would clash cross-wise and explode. Otherwise, she prepared her right again to make a shield to block the flames.
Yawning and stretching as she walked down the street, the white-haired girl then observed her surroundings with a measured sense of boredom. Of course, she was always one to appreciate boredom and peace whenever possible, since it seemed to be quite rare in Wing City.
However, as she walked down the street, she noticed the boy whom she had fought earlier. Well, not exactly her, but the point was close enough. As she began, "Oh, hey.." her words were cut off by a voice in her head. "Med, can I have a turn, pleeeeaassseee?"
"Not like I had much to say anyway. Just don't do anything weird with my body." The girl's eyes flashed to blue, and she then slid an arm around Syro, while resting her chin on his shoulder. "Oh hey tiger, fancy seeing you here. What are you up to?" She blinked as she noticed the woman and smiled brightly. "Ohhhh, I see. Hi there."
