Name: Medea Stormracer
Race: Dragon Halfling
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: Medea is a tall, athletic woman.  Long, silvery-white locks reach the middle of her back, her vibrant eyes and hair a complement to the light-colored scales of silvery white that adorn her skin.  From a distance it is hard to discern between her cream-colored skin and the gentle glint of her scales.  Her preferred attire oft consists of silks and linen to highlight her striking appearance, and the only difference on the battlefield consists of the material used.  Draconic plates of heavily refined metal swath around in a breastplate, paired with a long, deadly sword and tall tower shield, with the understanding she serves to guard her friends and smite her foes in equal measure, the outfit completed with matching leggings and an armored tabard.  Medea sometimes forgoes her conventional arms in favor of vast magicks all the same, her inventive mind and deep knowledge making her a cunning, charismatic, and dangerous adversary.
Eye Color: Electric Blue
Hair Color: Silver-White
Notable Features: Much like her mother, Medea bears a runic symbol upon her back that appears as an ornate tattoo of sorts.  When she devoted herself to Io, the symbol became that of an eight-pointed star with a single, rising spoke in the center.  Medea is a dragoness with a deep affinity to the elements of earth and fire,

Favorite Food: Medea has a soft spot for fresh-killed game.  Mainly steak.
Likes: Ingenuity, Ideas, Sport.  Good intellectual conversation.
Dislikes: Dishonesty, Usury.  Especially those who would take advantage of her kindness.  Dullards, also.
Favorite Color: White
Fears:

History:

Borne of Shanoa's loins and Tiefling's seed, Medea is one of the younger of the Tiefling Sisters.  For her mother, it was a massive and sudden shift in pace, from the days of daring and demon-slaying to raising a daughter, though she found her way into this transition without much trouble.  Medea was naturally curious, and her situation granted boundless opportunity to learn, though she lived a somewhat sheltered life.  When Shanoa realized the path she was on, she began to take Medea to various worlds to sightsee.  Medea was always eager to learn, but inspiration was hard to come by at times, though she took to building things often.  After some consultation, her parents decided to take her to a dwarven city on Gaia to further her studies.  A few years later, Medea had become an able smith and engineer, and forged many friendships in the realm.  She began to expand her studies from there, visiting magic academies of repute, and resolved to begin building her own ship, to strike out and explore the universe on her own.

Shanoa's exaspertion beforehand had simply come at the realization that she was much like her mother...curious, intelligent, and refined, but perhaps confined to the veritable shelter she was born into...even if that shelter spanned many worlds.  However, when Medea had returned from that trip, Shanoa felt a swelling sense of pride to see her daughter's soul afire to strike out on her own.  With new inspiration, Medea struck out on her own once she had finished designing her new ship...a grand, dragonesque craft that represented a marriage of magic and technology, which she dubbed the Adhal.  Her magical abilities mirrored that of her parents', but her crew consisted of fellow dragons and halflings she had studied with in various academies, hand-picked friends and familiar faces whom she considered reliable.

Medea often organized, and quickly developed able leadership skills in her youth.  She devoted herself to Io from a young age, and understood her charge to be the betterment of dragonkind.  Though compassion was her charge, those who crossed her or dared to enact fell tragedy under her nose were dealt with swiftly, whether it was an insubordinate soldier in her fighting force ready to raise his blade or gun against her other comrades, or a settlement of bandits that struck her ship from afar, only to see the descent of a silvery-white-scaled dragon visiting her wrath upon them, glassing the settlement with a mighty gout of breath.  A task she certainly did not enjoy, but saw the necessity of.  It did no good to leave wounds and disease unattended after all.

With the capability now of striking out into the universe, Medea began to consider what she really wanted to do with the knowledge she had amassed.  Her parents were an odd mix...one, a relentless demon hunter who oft purged evil from the realms, and the other, a mighty dragoness with a sprawling factory and an ever-growing empire.  Her devotion to Io had offered her another path, and Medea now sought wisdom in that regard.  She loved to build, and inevitably she would consider finding a new world to settle upon, starting her own shipyard and forge.  She would choose a very remote planet, one still in its formative stages, knowing such worlds held the most ancient and primal metals known to man.  It would be a great challenge, but terraforming was simply something she would embrace as a new challenge, to bend the planet itself to her designs, and align them all the same.

With her crew and her newfound resources, Medea's wings would truly begin to spread.