Name: Medea Hates
Weakness: No alcohol
Strength: lots of alcohol
Weapon: Sharpened stopsign/ broken bottles and her encyclopedic knowledge of the filthiest foul language this side of the south pole.
Hailing from Fuckall City, a depraved scar on the landscape of planet Dirtmurder, she comes to void as an ex professional rioter, biker gang leader without a bike, after being chased out of town by the crime of hanging the major from a flagpole by his pants until his nut sack exploded in a rain of lost dreams and a fatal lack of any offspring whatsoever on the hapless passersby. They didn't exactly draw the line of good taste there, it's just that Medea felt there was nothing left to cement her legend any further in Fuckall, and a crowd waving pitchforks and big candlesticks follows here wherever she goes on a day to day basis anyway.
A professional drunk, she gets stronger the more alcohol her body holds, and weaker the more sober she gets. Her only weapon is Beatstop, her stop sign she took from the driveway of the Fuckall City orphanage school for lovely children.
Having heard of a tournament involving speed and death, she was drawn to Void like cheese and stink is drawn towards the French.
Basically, she's a DD busted, Football riot breathing, Strapping Young Lad song, just itching to get close to your still quivering ribcage and the not so much still beating heart she's now keeping as a trophy.