RPGLegomancer
His real name is Roderick, but he won't listen. He likes to play with legos and they seem to magically come to life. He is the most recent creation of "father" and cannot be contained.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gawain
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
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Description
Roderick was spawned 40 years after Morban Fury, he looks like he is about 10, he is the equivalent of a child. He doesn't have a cloak, unlike Gavain, but he does have a pouch of never ending legos. He stands 4'8". His greenish blue eyes have just a hint of genius behind them.
Personality
Roderick does not like to fight, he finds it to hurt to much. He prefers to create amazing contraptions and animals out of his legos and give them to people as little gifts. He is still very young and therefore is very gullible, although his youth is in "lich years" so he is still very much able to hold a conversation. Roderick has a curiosity like no other, he will always be asking questions and talking to everyone who would talk back.
Equipment
Roderick's only equipment is the pouch of never ending legos he carries with him at all times. It is his prized possession, besides his phylactery, a white as snow ring.
However, Roderick has the most powerful ability of the three brothers, He can give things without a soul, souls. He uses this ability to bring to life his little lego creations, these creations think for themselves and would speak if Roderick could figure out a lego voice box.
He has been able to develop this ability into a manipulation of souls, his eyes turning from the real world to that of the between, seeing only people's souls instead of thier bodies.
It is broken down into this:
Soul creation: Roddy makes a soul
Soul laceration: Roddy either enters his target's body with his own soul via touch and hacks at it, or feels someone try to enter his body via mind reading or otherwise and hacks at thier soul that way. By Hacking, he modifies his own soul into a sort of blade that he can cut with, but only cutting another's soul. The feeling is of one losing a limb, but the lmb still being thier. The target woul lose feeling in that part of thier body until Roderick chose to heal it or someone else who manipulated souls could fix it.
Soul Modification: By touch, Roderick can change weak souls to bend to his will, completely rearranging thier personality or anything else he wished, soul wise. He can't do it to strong willed characters though, because it takes alot of work to recreate someone's soul. He can remove or add in memories this way aswell.
History
Roderick doesn't understand fully why Gavain left his home or why Morban chased after him.
Legomancer's Story
Legomancer steps into Gambit's quietly, his omnipresent Lich bodyguard following catiously behind. Roddy rolls his eyes at the hulking beast, He could defend himself if the need may be. But it wasn't his choice whether or not Mordecai,which was the thing's name, Followed him around. Roderick sits down at a table near the center sighing. It had been a long time since he had been able to come here, the last time he had met Host. Roderick wonders, looking around, if she was here now.
Legomancer Smiles to the fascinating girl before him, there were billions of souls weaving inside her, but he would only ever look at one. Mordecai shifts slightly, as if ready to block the girl so Roderick could escape. "Calm down Mordecai." He says with an air of authority, placing a hand on his shoulder. The self proclaimed legomancer gets up and makes his way to the girl, him looking only 10 years still, as if time had never touched his frail body. "Hello Host." He says warmly, almost like a politician greeting his daughter or wife or son, as if out of habit. "It has been a long time since I have seen you." He seemed less childish, more authoritative, a strange quality for such a little boy. His time as Lord of the Dead Kingdom had changed him greatly, although that child inside him was just waiting to burst out.
Legomancer sits down beside the Host, sighing. He extends his legs forward leaning back, held up by his hands. "Politics have destoyed many a man's soul." He says more to himself than to her. "I was gone for a great deal of time, yes. Being lord and sovereign has its drawbacks. I wasn't sick though, if that's what you were thinking. In actuality I was held captive by my brothers in order to keep me safe until I was matured enough to assume the role destined for me and me alone." He doubted Host had understood anything he was saying, he had barely began getting a grip on all the major houses and this cuthroat society he calls home. "The truth is, I missed you aswell." He says, looking at her, seeing the real her and smiling. "You are the first person I've been able to talk to who isn't out for my power or for other personal gain." He eyes Mordecai as if warning him to what would happen if the Lich betrayed him. "And how have you been?" He asks finally.
Legomancer [color=blue]nods, listening to Host. What she said actually made some good sense. Keep your eyes open, don't let anyone else in. There were many times when the major houses came to him to take some of his power over them and his country, they were always trying to take over his throne. Roderick had easily solved this using his supirior intelligence. He turned the nobility against eachother, fighting to be by his side; to be 'in.' Roddy lets a slight smirk enter his lips. Roderick feals and watches Host bump his knee. 'seduction, another tactic.' The legomancer shakes his head, now was not the time for politics, now was a time for friendship. "You would miss a jar if it had your most favourite thing in the world in it." He counters cheerfully. He didn't really mean what she meant by obsolete so he let that slide. "I am better now, you could say, but my mind may never recover from the ordeal." He says truthfully, no reason to lie to such an innocent little thing like Host. "I would love to see the card." He says cheerfully
"Morban." Roderick corrects her, she was such a naive little thing, just the way he had remembered her. The last time they met, he had to leave. Before he did, though, he had kissed her cheek And with that kiss he was able to enter the tempest inside her with his own soul, quickly brushing against the origional's. When he did so he was able to take with him some of her blocked memories. Most were useless, fuzzy people behind fuzzy backroinds. But as he analyzed the miniscule things he had come to learn more about her. He wouldn't say anything though, They would keep her away from him forever if they found out. His thoughts return to Morban and his heart skips a beat, tears welling up in his eyes. "He's dead." Roderick had to say it, his voice cracking a little. He had been blocking these emotions for a long time now, but when Host mentioned it, he couldn't help himself.
Legomancer curls up, his head between his knee. 'a young lord should never cry in public, his image would be ruined and he would have no authority' Roderick quotes in his mind, mentally glaring at his teacher. "Y-Yesterday, he a-and Gavain went to H-Hell." He explains, his voice cracking as tears run down his cheeks. "They aren't coming back." He whispers loudly, the way a child does as if yelling at someone whilst crying. "I'm the only one left." It was too much for the 50 year old ten year old. The responsibility, the losses, everything. It was too much for even a Lich child to bare alone. It took him several seconds, using a deep breath technique he had devised on his own. Slowly he calmed down, but it still hurt, in his chest.
Legomancer places his hand on hers, wiping his tears away. Mordecai way shifting unsteadily from side to side, he was uncomfirtable with seeing his charge in such a way, used to him being cold and collected. "Thanks." He says weakly. "Sorry you had to see that." He says, laughing, if only for her benefit. He would stare into space for several seconds, thinking, brooding. "Why do you think so poorly of yourself Host?" He says eventually, looking at her. He searches her face, looking at what she would look like if she was healthy. Beautifull. "You can do so many things no one else can do, even I can't do some of the things you can." He continues, seeing only the original soul as he looks at her.
Legomancer was sitting on the stairs, his head leaining on the wall. The boy king stares into space, not seeing anything, nor hearing. His bodyguard, Mordecai. Stands near him, watching the other patrons catiously.
Legomancer looks up at the blue souled angel before him, it was Cinder, he knew that much. "What do you want." He says flatly with authority. Mordecai stands between the two, protecting Roddy, who didn't care at this point. Roderick continues to stare into space, his mind filled with forlorn thoughts.
Legomancer Stares into space still, listening to Cinder's plea. "There is nothing you can do to save my brothers." He says flatly, Formally. His authorative tone coming from his year of being Lord and Sovereign of the Dead Kingdom, not from any anger he would harbor for the angel. Mordecai stands his ground, tense for anything ready to strike his charge. "Thier wake is next week, I suggest if you have anything to say, save your emotions for then." To him a week was a day, a day an hour, and an hour a second, but for CInder, it may be otherwise.
Legomancer flops his head to the side, looking at Cinder's face. Mordecai had a bone blade to her liver, but Roderick knew she wouldn't care. "Down, mordecai." Roderick orders in the same tone as before. His bodyguard obliges, stepping to the side. Roderick takes the bell in his hands, looking it over. 'nothing that could be used to assasinate me.' he thinks to himself, remembering his training. "I thank you for your gift." He says formally, pocketing the dumb(as in silent) bell. "Don't bother searching for them, you won't find them." He says sadly, emotions brimming up to him.
Legomancer was niether suprised nor afraid of the angel before him, this was what he was seeing all along, her bright blue soul in this form, waiting to be let out. He returns as he nods to Mordecai. "Send the midnight Guard to watch over The angel's sister and my brother's mate." "But, milord-" "Do it." The bodyguard sighs as several hiden figures slowly slink away to Amber, standing guard over her, but hidden in the shadows. (I'm guessing she's in her room at Gambit's) Roderick slowly got to his feet, maybe one day he would call upon the angel, perhaps not. He slowly strolls out of Gambit's not saying another word to Cinder, Mordecai following him closely.
Legomancer silently walks into Gambit's. The ten year old looking lich followed closly behind be his hulking bodyguard, Mordecai. The boy-king looks about the bar, searching for the rainbow tempest of a girl, and not finding her. The self proclaimed Legomancer slides into a seat at a table near the middle of the bar sighing. He misses his brothers harshly, and Gambit's was the only place he could express this fealing. His bodyguard stands above the boy, as if waiting for an attack.
Legomancer looks about Gambit's again, seeing the blackish pink soul bark angrily about some girl named Kisa. He sees Kenna with his soulsight, but doesn't say anything nor does he move from his seat. He didn't care anymore, his brothers were dead. The Dead kingdom could go to hell for all he cared. He clenches his tiny frail fist, waiting for her to just attack him already.
Legomancer sighs, not looking to Kenna, who was to his back. Mordecai already had a blade to her liver, ready to kill her once given the signal. "Let her go Mordecai." "Milord what use is having a bodyguard if you let every person we confront through." "She can't hurt me Mordecai, and you will only die by her hands, your soul would be forfiet." The bodyguard blinks at his lord's strange mercy, stepping aside for Kenna to pass. Roderick never made a move from his seat, save taking out a single minifigure with bone white features, much like Gavain. and another much like Morban. Both were shaking themselves awake.
Legomancer taps his finger against the table, unphased by Kenna's words. Another teaching from his absence from Gambit's and as soveriegn. Give no reaction, but the ones you want to give. "Did you enjoy the way they crushed your hip and nearly torn apart your head?" He counter, the wounds evident to only those with the sharpest of eyes, another teaching he had to learn himself. Observe your fellows, they may show weaknesses you wouldn't have seen before. Roderick leans his head against hers as if tired and not feeling the need to move. The minifigures argue with eachother in thier own language only Roderick knew.
Legomancer feals her soul try and worm itself into his own, it was her trying to read his mind. He says through thier brief connection before severing that small bit of soul that had made it into his body. It would feel like he had jus cut off one of her finger, and that she had lost a small part of herself, gone forever. "Now about your trade." He says as if nothing had happened. "I am listening." The miniMorban grabs Gavain and in a whirlwind they combine into a little thing that they had formed into before.
Legomancer sighs, seemingly as if for a hard decision, but in actuality for relief. 'they aren't dead, all I have to do now is give them time.' "No" He says flatly, tapping his fingers on the table imaptiently. Another teaching of his own accord flows through his head. Seduction, the simplest and one of the most effective forms of manipulation. "You may leave now, or do I have to rip out your soul again?" He says in his authorative Sovereign voice.
Legomancer rolls his eyes, he didn't have to say anything more to the demon. She wouldn't find the bell in any of his pockets, it was hidden elsewhere. The boy king simply takes her hand in his own, his hands glowing bright white. "That was your one and only warning." He says, the inate power adding a second voice to his words. He would force Kenna out of her makeshift body, a hard task, but The self proclaimed Legomancer had been practicing for such a thing. It would only take thirty second and she would find herself trapped outside of her body unable to comunicate with anyone. His soul brushing hers just long enough for him to send her that message. He looks at Kimi and sighs, one problem gone, relatively, another finding its way to him. "calm down girl." He says to the blackish pink souled gal before him. His voice had the authority of a king.
Legomancer crosses his arms at the demon, his face stern. "Next time you won't have a body to return to." He says this and three different liches had thier bone swords to Kenna's neck, including Mordecai. "There is no way you can Kill me, and if you do, you will never know where that bell is." He smiles to her fiegning childishness. "Perhaps I will ring it and call for your angel of a sister to end you here and now."
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