[Spirit Class 7] Medeia

○ Name: Medeia ○ Alias: Lightning Witch, Soul Sapper ○ Age: Older Than She Looks ○ Gender: Female ○ Race: Human ○ Affiliation: Herself ○ Marital Status: Single ○ Nationality: English ○ Sexual Orientation: Pansexual ○ Special Skill: Sleight Of Hand ○ Ideal Mate: Good Question ○ Height: 5'7 ○ Weight: 127 lbs ○ Hair Colour: Brown ○ Eye Colour: Green

Medeia is a somewhat secretive woman, keeping her past and affairs close to her chest while rarely ever speaking the complete truth about anything. She can be charming when she needs to be when it comes to getting something she wants though and does her utmost to make it impossible for her target to turn her down. Everyone is a mark or at least a potential one and Medeia is always aiming to turn every situation to her benefit. She will make a deal with someone but whether she actually keeps it is another matter as a better offer will always attract her attention. The witch is also rather slow to trust and is not the type to just take someone at their word, having learned from a long life that it is foolish to do so. She also has a sarcastic and biting sense of humour, able to cut an overinflated ego at twenty paces.

Beneath this rather cold exterior lies a far more fiery interior. The witch is rather swift to anger when pressed into indulging details about herself and once she is pushed into a fury then it takes a lot to stop her. Rage is what fuels her powers and there is always an undercurrent of it within her, waiting to erupt if needed. She is also cruel in combat, willing to torture and torment her foes rather than kill them outright if they have particularly angered her. There is a part of her that desires her targets to experience the pain that she has and so it does not take much for her to jump on that desire.

A tortured soul and one that has seen much but as long as the world keeps turning, she will continue to do what she has always done. Survive and thrive.



George and Mildred Valary - Medeia’s long since deceased parents. They neglected her in the years that she lived with them and was more than happy to leave with Robert when she got the chance.

Robert Lancaster - Her guardian and the man who taught her not only how to become a street performer but also how to use her powers. He was the first person to ever treat with kindness and she was incredibly loyal to him. His death is what caused her to become the woman she is today, for better or worse.

The Circle - A group of assassins who arranged and carried out her guardian's death. Medeia despised every single one of them and spent years wiping out their entire organisation. There are still rumours of them having survived and she keeps a close eye out for any information regarding that.




There are numerous tales about the early life of the witch but the honest truth is that it was no different than any other neglected child. Born in London, England, to parents who did not believe in the supernatural, they merely viewed the young Medeia as a pain in the rear, one that they could wait to see the back of. From an early age, she showed signs of being far more than just an average girl and yet rather than encourage her, they simply ignored her, leaving her to her own devices while they focused on their own lives. It was a miserable way to live and as she grew up, the distance between herself and them only grew. Whereas they lived in the world of currency and the mundane, she was drawn to another, one where imagination and creativity thrived. She wished to be more than just an average girl and as the years passed and the human world began to become aware of the spiritual one, it was then that her powers would start to blossom.

It would all start so simply. One day she would be walking the streets of London where she would come across a street magician, a charming fellow who was pulling tricks on those watching. It was a mesmerising performance and she watched the entire time, captivated by what he was doing and watching every move of his hand and body with a keen eye. There was something going on with him, a vibe that she could not shake and once the crowd had gone, the girl would approach and ask him directly about how he was able to control those watching him so easily. He would look down upon her for a minute or so, a tall man with piercing blue eyes, seeming to look into her soul and once he was done, he would offer his hand to her, that one act showing her more kindness than her family ever had. Taking it without hesitation, she would follow this complete stranger into the unknown, feeling something within him that called to her.

From that day on, she left her old life behind and became his apprentice, learning the arts of street performing from him. She learned how to charm and deceive, how to manipulate the minds and hearts of those she performed for, as well as discover the secrets behind his art. This man, Robert Lancaster, was more than he appeared and not only did he teach her how to live as a street magician but he helped her to open her mind to the world of spiritual energy and how to harness it. Those few years with him were the greatest of her life and her powers went from strength to strength, gobbling up spells like a Hollow gobbled up souls. He was happy and so was she, with nothing that could apparently rip her from him.

Unfortunately, there was a part of his life that he neglected to tell her about and once day, that mistake came back to bite him. For during a performance one day, he was attacked by a figure that seemed to float on air, attacking with a ferocity that was a sight to behold. The crowd scattered, taking cover under whatever they could while both Robert and Medeia desperately tried to hold him off. She was inexperienced in battle though and fumbled more than one spell, forcing him to briefly have to turn from defending himself to shielding her. That was all the assassin needed and with a spell of pure hellfire, he would catch Medeia’s guardian right in the chest, causing him to collapse right then and there. Briefly, the figure turned to the girl, his hands outstretched to cast a spell at her but he faltered and spoke instead, demanding her to follow him and join up with his band. Medeia would sprint over to her guardian, already too late to try to save him. There was not even time for a goodbye as he had already passed on.

Eerily, she would stand up, tears running down her cheeks and fire a bolt of purple lightning with such force that it went straight through the assassin, causing him to cough up blood, before falling out of the sky to his death. It was the first life that she had ever taken and as the girl looked down at her still crackling hands, she made a decision. Medeia would wipe out every single member of the assassin's organisation, one at a time. With a snap of her fingers, she would vanish into nothing, teleporting away.

Her task would last for years, traveling across the world in search of her quarry. She would fight constantly against all comers, desiring nothing more than to destroy her foes. Medeia became a witch of vengeance and destruction, casting lightning from the heavens which could light up a battlefield with its veracity, delving deeper into the dark arts as she traveled. Her devouring of lore continued to grow and her knowledge of the spiritual realm rapidly grew. Her guardian had opened the door for her but it was for her to fully walk through it, which she did boldly. The curiosity and innocence that had once been within her had been discarded though, replaced by ambition and wrath.

Her search for the assassins base of operations would involve her in many engagements that she was not particularly interested in as well. Wars between nations would come and go and the ever more powerful witch would find herself constantly fighting in them, whether she liked it or not. Still, it was a perfect chance for her to evolve and she relished the chance to unleash her newest spells. She adored her growing powers and once she reached her prime, the witch discovered a technique that would become something of a trademark and one that would allow herself to age so gracefully. With a simple channeling of her powers and a hand on her opponent, she could use her lightning to transfer their lifeforce, weakening them while increasing her own. A wonderful skill and one that her opponents would always dread.

Hunting her quarry relentlessly, Medeia would annihilate them over time, attempting to uncover the reason for her guardian’s death. They never said anything useful, no matter how much she tortured them and her fury and rage only grew over time. She wanted answers and she wanted them soon. At first, it was only grunts that she found but after she killed enough, they began to come after her. They were unusual opponents, seemingly quite similar to her although they used different elements to her. Some used fire, others ice and once or twice she came up against another lightning user and yet, none of them used her own particular brand of purple lightning, which did leave her pondering. Why was hers so unique?

It would ultimately lead to an enormous clash in the cold and frigid lands of Canada, in the most northern of its regions. She would descend upon the fortress like a conduit of pure hatred and lay waste to it, slaughtering her foes left and right. There was no mercy shown, no quarter given and as she headed within and fought tooth and nail to reach the head of the guild, their numbers dwindled. Her rage only amplified her powers and she realised that somehow her hate made her stronger. Harnessing it like an inner flame, she would annihilate everyone.

In the end, all that remained was the leader, a tall, white haired man who wielded an enormous staff. There was no conversation and the two simply fought, in a showdown which brought them both to their very limits. He was awfully swift for his age and Medeia was forced to delve into the wells of her power in order to keep up. The male kept close to her, delivering blows with his staff that caused the witch to have to get creative with her techniques. She would channel her lightning into herself, allowing her to fight at close quarters, resulting in every exchange causing a deafening crackling sound. It all came down to stamina in the end and as she managed to duck under an attack from him and place a hand on his chest, she would unleash the most powerful transfusion of her life, enough to cause the fortress to shake due to the strength. She stole the life from him and by the time her spell came to an end, he was just a burnt husk, which she tossed aside. Yet, she could feel his strength within her and it caused a smile to cross her features.

She never did learn the reason for her guardians' death but over the course of her journey, that became less and less important to her. Power was her reason for living now and ever since she had gained her vengeance, Medeia continued to travel across the living world, appearing wherever there was conflict. She would come, sap the energy from her victims and leave again, never staying in one place for too long but enough for rumours to spread.

That neglected child of years ago had evolved into a sapper of souls.



○ Tome Of The Lightning Witch: A book that Medeia keeps with her where she records her adventures and newly discovered knowledge. It means a lot to her.


○ Immense Willpower: After countless battles across the world, Medeia has built up an incredible amount of determination, allowing her to fight against any and all comers without giving into fear. She will not quit and has spent years hunting her elusive foes without ever once thinking of ending her vendetta, no matter how difficult the challenge.

○ Keen Mind: Her guardian taught her from the moment he encountered her about how to read the expression and body language of a person in order to see into their thoughts. Over time, she had honed these skills to the point where it is almost as if those she is talking to are simply open books.

○ Well Focused: With rage being her primary source of power, it takes an immense amount of self control in order for Medeia to fully harness her abilities. One wrong move could potentially be disastrous and after years of experience, she has managed to fine tune her mind into a weapon as potent as her lightning.

○ Incredible Power Control: With her formidable mental aptitude and ever increasing powers, Medeia has reached a level of power control where she is able to not only destroy entire areas at will but also be able to perform far more subtle uses of it. By placing a hand on the target, she is able to channel her powers into them in order to heal or even drain their very essence, which is a technique that takes an enormous amount of control to master.


○ Spiritual Manipulation: Medeia is able to manipulate her own and the spiritual energy around her in order to perform a number of techniques. They involve the use of a unique form of lightning which she simply names either 'Purple' or 'Dark Lightning." Alongside her techniques, she is also able to channel it into her hands, allowing her to unleash it to shock her opponents in melee range. This, however, is only a mild ability that at most simply gives a static shock to her target. It is meant as a warning rather than an actual attack.

○ Flight: By uttering the word flight, Medeia surrounds her feet with dark lightning that allows her to travel through the air at a swift speed.

○ Teleportation: For when she needs to travel either a long distance or incredibly quickly, Medeia can surround her form with dark lightning which then causes her to briefly disappear completely, reappearing elsewhere in moments. How long and how much energy this takes depends on the distance traveled. She can use this in combat although due to the immense concentration it requires, it's rather difficult to do regularly, limiting her to once every 5 posts during combat.

○ Lightning Blasts: The simplest of Medeia's attacks, she is able to fire bolts of dark lightning at her foes from her hands. These bolts have a rather large knockback effect to them but do not paralyse or stun. They travel a maximum of 50 meters and the knockback has a minimum range of 25 meters.

○ Lightning Shuriken: Medeia is able to create a dozen lightning shurikens around her that fly out towards the closest foes, dissipating once they've either reached their maximum range or found a target. Their maximum range is 100 meters and if they stun a target then they'll be stunned for one post. A target cannot be stunned by this again for two posts after it ends, gaining immunity. Characters with a Durability higher than Medeia's Power Control can shrug the stun off with no issue.

○ Lightning Shackles: Medeia unleashes a pair of lightning shackles that travel towards an enemy. If they make contact then they will shock the target, immobilising them for a post. The maximum range of this spell 100 meters and if they stun a target then they'll be stunned for one post. A target cannot be stunned by this again for two posts after it ends, gaining immunity. Characters with a Durability higher than Medeia's Power Control can shrug the stun off with no issue.

○ Lightning Bolt: Medeia raises a hand to the heavens, causing the ground beneath her targets briefly to glow with a purple light, before a wicked bolt of lightning hits it, stunning all targets hit for a post. The range of the impact point is 50 meters and the radius of this attack is 200 meters. The usual rules apply when it comes to Medeia's stunning abilities.

○ Lightning Storm: The most potent area of effect attack that Medeia currently possesses. Raising both hands into the air, the sky starts to darken before she unleashes a powerful lightning storm that continually strikes a wide area, hitting at random intervals and lowering the speed of any target struck by a bolt by 20%. This effect stacks and should they be struck five times they they'll be stunned for a post with Medeia's usual rules regarding stuns applying. The starting radius is 500 meters which increases with her spirit class, its range reaching its maximum after 30 seconds, capping out at her spirit class.

○ Lightning Body: Medeia surrounds her body with dark lightning, allowing her physical strikes to stun for a post if they make contact with an enemy. The stun lasts a post but can be shrugged off by someone with a higher Durability than Medeia's Power Control. A target cannot be stunned by this again for two posts after it ends, gaining immunity. The spell lasts for 3 posts before having to be recast again.

○ Dark Transfusion: By placing her hands on the chest of a target, Medeia shocks them with lightning, draining them and healing herself. If she wishes, she is able to do the opposite and heal an ally. Player permission required in order to use this on a player character. By doing this, she is able to extend her lifespan far beyond the norm for a human but it also has the side effect of her having to 'feed' regularly in order to to maintain her form.



General Skills

• Durability: D
  
• Speed: C
  
• Strength: D
  
• Soul: C
  

Human Skills

• Power Control: Advanced
  
• Physical Augmentation: Beginner
  
• Spiritual Adaptation: Adept
  
• Mediumship: Beginner
  

Will Skills

• Willpower/Determination: Adept
  
• Mental Deduction: Adept
  
• Focus: Adept