Medea Bloodsprout

Biographical information

Birthplace Falwood Born Died Age 879 Home Hut in Falwood Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Elf Sub-Race Gender Female Height 5'10" Mass Hair color Pale brown; Vines and leaves are woven in Eye color Green; Turns pale white during magic Skin color Ashy grey

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Witch Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es) The Grove Witch, The Dryad of Falwood

Out-of-character information

Writer Oracle of Writing Created on 12/27/2019 Avatar https://www.instagram.com/thomasfrank11/

When one looks at the witch, they would find an elf with refined features and an almost unearthly beauty. However, in order to do so, they would have to peer past her ash-touched skin and her hair laced with ivy. Adorned in simplistic robes and jewelry woven by her own hands, Medea makes no attempt to dissuade others from believing her to be a witch. Leaves and plants trail and blossom within her hair, thriving and living despite the unconventional garden.

Believe it or not, Medea is a witch. Well-versed in alchemy and the art of brewing potions and elixirs, she often spends her day concocting different varieties and effects. She is also rather adept in the art of conjuration, although enacting a spell requires extensive planning and on occasion even the aid of other witches in order to summon anything of particular note.

She possesses an innate affinity for controlling flora, able to call and twist it to her needs with ease. She employs this most often in order to grow rare herbs and flowers needed for rituals. She requires a seed of the original plant in order to grow more of it, however, upon which she can rapidly grow more.

Her specialty art is one she lovingly refers to as necrobotany, a combination of necromancy and her magic of growth. In an unnatural and unorthodox union of life and death, however, she can push this to even further use. Binding the dead in vines and roots, she can wrench them back to a strange undeath, tied directly to the plant used during the process. As a result, the body often appears as a strange manifestation of nature, with bones wrapped and at times replaced with bark as a small tree stems out from the skeleton's back. It is at once both horrifying and morbidly fascinating to behold.

The aptest description for Medea, and one most would likely agree with, is odd. There rarely comes a time where she is truly and utterly angered, though on occasion she does come close. On most other occasions, she treats incoming scenarios with serenity and calm. One event that did result in her temper being lost was when her garden was set aflame, and with it decades and decades of work.

Her work is rarely done out of malice, and though others may see her work as evil or dark, she views it as simply an exploration of magic. She is a creature of curiosity, and that is her motive for much of what she does. To call her a person of good or evil is to blindly disregard her nuance. If someone comes to her in need of an ailment that would soon kill them, Medea would readily prepare an antidote, perhaps in exchange for a promise or unknown favor. However, she would just as quickly eliminate a thief without a hint of remorse or mercy.