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Lessica the Clockwork Maiden

The spirit of logic, intricacies, and contrtadictions embodied in a woman as pale as the moon.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AiteCipher

Description

Song: Blood of the Rose by The Dear Hunter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lh91NFMiCvg

Name
Lessica Legis

Other Names(s)
The Clockwork Maiden
Maid of the Frost
Ms. Legis of the Siber


Appearance
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Apparent Age - 19
Actual Age - Who cares? She doesn't. Why count the years? Why not the decades, or the days? She knows her birthdate, but it's in the obsolete Siber date system, anyway.

Lessica is tall, at 5'7, and she has a tendency to wear heeled boots. She always dresses neatly and sharply in plain black pants and a white blouse— she's very businesslike in her appearance. She seems to lack color— her hair is moon-white, as is her skin. Though she's beautiful, she always has a blank or a slightly irritated look about her. She carries herself with the grace and chill of an ice queen. She has a relatively straight figure, with graceful arms and legs and a slender waist. Her breasts are slightly smaller than average, and she doesn't care to show them off.

She has small wrists and long-fingered hands covered in burn scars and small cuts— though almost any sort of blemish is extremely noticeable on her body with skin as pale as hers— but she does her best to cover them up as often as she can with soft black gloves. They're well-worn and somewhat beaten, but she loves them anyway even if they are a bit imperfect.

Lessica's eyes are somewhat strange; they're a dark grey-green, but they can appear almost black in the right lighting, stark against the rest of her body. She almost never wears color, so the contrast is high. Her eyes are always placid and expressionless, in part because she, as a spirit, has no will to control that aspect of her projection.

When Lessica is weakened, she will first turn even paler before fading to a black, translucent fog. Without her body, her voice is metallic and hollow; however, she doesn't speak much in a weakened state because she's often spending most of her energy trying to keep herself from disappearing permanently. She has a weak body, preferring to focus most of her power in her mind. She can still, however, climb quite well and is somewhat flexible. She has strong hands from using hand tools so often.

Her skin is delicate and burns, marks, scratches, and is otherwise injured easily. She can expend some of her energy to work towards regenerating her damaged body parts, but she doesn't like to, preferring instead to devote everything she has to her mind.

Personality
Alignment: True neutral (Borderline neutral evil, if only for selfishness and lack of empathy— she has no real will to do evil [or good, for that matter], but her actions can end up that way.)

To put it in blunt English, Lessica is the spirit of systems; however, her job is, in reality, much more complex than that. She is the force that drives everything that works, from clockwork to mathematics. Everything that does, she, in some way, gives life to. She has a fondness for destruction and breaking things apart to play with their functions. Ironically, she enjoys building and creation when she's angry, as it calms her down. She's very orderly and composed at all times and will micromanage to the point that she forgets to take care of herself. As a spirit, she takes her job very seriously, and she stresses herself to the point that migraines are a common occurrence in her day-to-day life.

Lessica is incredibly intelligent and observant, though her attention is almost always taken by something or other— she never seems to smile, and when she does, it's forced. She leans toward the mechanical, manipulative side because she has trouble understanding emotions and tends to filter every person she meets into her own system. She sees every object as part of a greater scheme and has no issues seeing the "big picture" of things; however, even though it's a vital part of her domain, her overworked mind can often skip over a detail or two. She seems as though she's constantly overtaxed, though it's just, at times, her naturally irritable personality.

Lessica is an intense person, and she's extremely serious, often becoming so absorbed in a problem or a puzzle that she'll lose track of everything else. At times, she has trouble understanding sarcasm. She has no concept of "right" and "wrong," tending to do only what fits the pattern best. She has incredible pattern-recognition skills and doesn't believe in a natural way of things. Her mind is governed by rules and logic alone. She is also gifted in terms of mechanics and engineering, and she's never without a handful of spare parts to create anything from tiny mechanical bugs to massive machines of war.

Though she is a great lover of mystery, Lessica abhors both prophecy and vagueness. She believes in absolute impermanence and can be, at times, a nihilist— to say nothing of her pessimism. She is pragmatic by nature and doesn't much care for tradition, formality, and superstition and is prone to disparage anyone who does. She is eloquent and precise in her wording when she speaks, and she values body language as much as she does the spoken word. Held in the highest regards, however, are books. She enjoys reading and is never without some form of literature on her person

Lessica suffers from a sort of constant boredom, which she can mostly fill with her tinkering and her reading. Because of this, dhe can be impatient and rash, at times, even though she knows she should slow down and calculate her moves. She will willingly lead others down the path with the highest risk simply because she wonders what might happen.

She also has an obsessive-compulsive streak to her; she can also become very controlling when she thinks things are being done wrong. She can't stand those who she perceives as mentally slower than herself (read: most people), so she's often in a bad mood when in a room with too many people. In conversation, she tends to ask too many questions, as she likes to know everything she can. She's a veritable encyclopedia of information and is always out to find more.

Gender
Female

Jewelery/Piercings
Lessica wears an amulet of ticking clockwork and silver. Every piece has a function, though few know what sort of device the throne itself actually is. It's rumoured to be a machine built by Lessica herself to turn back the flow of time, but Lessica has never said a word about it. The silver accents are engraved with an ancient code with which Lessica writes almost all her personal notes. It is one of the hardest codes in existence to crack, as there seems to be no comprehensible pattern, yet she can read back verbatim every word she ever wrote. At times, she'll spend hours reading the inscriptions on her amulet, lost in thought and silence.

Equipment/Abilities
None; systems are complex, so no one piece of equipment is really ever needed to do her job. If it counts, she usually keeps a monkey wrench in her shirt. She's highly intelligent and has learned a lot over the course of her lifetime, so she's extremely resourceful and knowledgeable but generally weak, physically.

Symbols
Clockwork. She's never without a gear or two.
Also, the following, the alchemical symbol for antimony. Even she's not sure why she chose it:
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Sample Quotes
"Nothing happens by chance."
"The odds will never turn in your favor— the odds are nothing when faced with reality."
"You mean nothing to me just as well as I mean nothing to you."
"We're both living, breathing bodies, so we might as well use the few things we do have."

Other
She has no sensation in her right hand, though she still has control over it. She's just taken to using her left even though it's not her dominant hand. She has a number of nerve problems and can even lose control of certain parts of her body, though generally not for prolonged periods of time unless she's extremely overtaxed.

So begins...

Lessica the Clockwork Maiden's Story

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- Lessica -

Lessica slipped through the door into the bar. It was not her favorite type of place, but it certainly wasn't a stop she could pass up on her travels. Diplomacy had never much been her attraction, what with the politicians' constant need to prove themselves better than everything around them. She'd swear there was a competition over everything from the potted plants to the dinner china. It was idiotic, really.

Weaving her way through the smoky air, not particularly caring about the scent it would leave on her pants— low-hipped, expensive ones and a fluttery white shirt she'd paid special attention to the cut of, hoping to gain some advantage from the conference attendees' wandering eyes— Lessica seemed moonbeam pale in comparison with her time-worn surroundings. She sought out a seat somewhere between the door and the bar, not really caring where it was she'd end up. She needed to take her mind off things, and trouble was certainly one way to do it. She always loved watching how it panned out, extrapolating and wondering what might happen next.

It was trouble she looked for as she sipped something clear and silvery from a small, delicate-stemmed glass, tapping one long finger after the other on the table's thick wood. Across from her, one chair sat askew, as though the previous occupant had left in a hurry. Lessica's mind, ever in need of something to do, began to pick apart the details around her to keep the migraines at bay.'

[Lessica's waiting for no one in particular, in case that's not obvious =P]

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Lessica glanced over to the paint-splattered man as he entered with a slight air of uncomfortableness. She watched as he glanced down at his chest and then back up again— what was it he was looking for? He had a certain look about him: one of someone unfulfilled. Lessica wondered just what it was he was missing but promptly averted her eyes and returned to staring at other things.

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Lessica's attention flickered around the room, her gaze dull but her mind very much alive. She turned to face the odd scientist-man. She rather loved science. "Help with what?" She asked, unable to keep her curiosity to herself. What was this man up to? An experiment?

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Morris swivelled his seat so that he faced the woman whom just asked him what he needed help with. His grin widened and his right hand slipped into the pocket of his lab coat, grabbing something. "I am glad you asked!" He replied before pulling from his pocket a palm sized box with a button on it. He practically waved it in the woman's face as he joyfully announced its purpose. "This is my amazing satisfaction button and I need help testing it!".

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"...Amazing satisfaction... button? What does it do?" Lessica stared at it. How did it work? What did it do? Judging from the name, it might give... er... 'amazing satisfaction.' But how? Lessica saw no electrodes, and she couldn't tell whether or not the button itself was conductive or not. As far as she was aware, the neurological satisfaction processes couldn't be activated through the hands, anyway— not really. Her hands weren't that well-integrated into the reward pathways. Fascinated nonetheless, she let her hand hover above the button, hesitant to actually press it. "How does it work? What will happen when I press it?" She eyed the man, slightly suspicious. Nothing practical, aside from electronics, of course, would fit inside the box, and a quick glance served to check for wires. It... wasn't a bomb, she ventured. The man was so up-front; it was hard to compile her observations into something all too coherent. The migraine was flashing back around her temples.

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Morris let out a hearty laugh before replying to the woman's questions in a very loud voice. "Well, You press it and feel satisfaction from doing so or at least, that's the idea. I mean there is a chance it will electrify you but the chances of that happening are very, very low." His smile faltered for a moment but soon returned as he moved the red button towards her, nodding towards it. He had tested the button before but because his body was robotic he couldn't have told whether there was electrical output or not. He really hoped there wasn't. Of course he hid this uneasy and fear behind an excitable childish attitude because if he did show such feelings then who would test his experiment willingly?

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Lessica bit the inside of her cheek, perplexed. She honestly wasn't sure if she knew what satisfaction felt like, as she wasn't really all that good at identifying her own emotions. Even a low probability was a probable probability. If there was the chance of her getting electrocuted, she'd really rather damage the nerve endings in the hand without them than in her only healthy one. She raised her right hand, instead, and lowered her left. She pressed it, watching the lab-coat-wearing man and the button alike intently. She had to keep track of her hand's movements all too carefully with her eyes, lest it simply miss the button altogether and end up somewhere it shouldn't.

Her eyes were pure ice, now, cold, hard, and observant as she depressed the odd little button. As she concentrated, the pain in her head receded. Her curiosity seemed almost place on her, childish and unbridled, for once. Tonight... she could let down her guard a bit. It was alright. No matter how much she itched to perfect herself, she knew she had to let down sometime. Tonight was that night. She considered even letting her hair down but eventually decided against it.

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Morris licked his lips impatiently as he watched the woman press the button. There was no explosion or fire or sparks, just her finger pressed against the button. He almost leapt from his seat and danced upon seeing this but fortunatley was able to refrain from doing so. He gave her a few seconds to collect her thoughts after pressing it then pulled it away, throwing the button into the air and catching it in his left hand which shoved it into his pocket. His eyes were fixed upon the woman and his face filled with curiosity. "How was it! Did its shock you, do you feel satisfied!?" He asked her. All seemed well so far, no explosions and the woman hadnt dropped dead.

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Lessica searched for some sort of feeling on hitting the button, but there was nothing there. There was no magical resurrection if the deadened limb and no sudden wave of euphoria. Her mind was... as flat as ever. "Nothing happened," she murmured. "How does it function? It might just be that I'm not the best test subject. My... nerves don't connect properly. I don't really feel anything, especially not at the extremities and not at all in my right hand. Though I can usually pick up an electrical flow, and I'll tell you for sure that there was none." Not wanting to specify anymore, she trailed off. Yes, she could feel well enough with her left hand, but it wasn't as though she'd just offer up that information readily. She needed to protect it, not risk it in random experiments in a bar. "Though— really, what are its components? Just out of innocent curiosity." Her eyes flickered back up to Morris, watching him for a reaction.

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Morris sighed upon hearing her reply. Nothing happened?. Perhaps the circumstances for his experiment had a flaw of some sort or perhaps there was a flaw within his button, but how could there be all hi-. His train of thought was brought to a halt by more questions coming from the woman. She wanted to know its components. His facial features became much more serious as his eyes glazed over and he delved deeper into his memories, listing off to himself what parts he had used. A minute passed where he was completely silent and unmoving then he suddenly moved. His gaze turned to the woman and his mouth opened to reply to her earlier questions. "That button and box was it all was, the box was empty and that was all. But that doesn't mean the experiment shouldn't have worked. This is odd." He explained as he looked to the ceiling, scratching his chin.

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No parts? Lessica took a moment to ponder for herself. It was just a box and a button? Of course it wouldn't do anything. "Well, if there's nothing supplying it with power, there's obviously not going to be an electric flow," she mused, "An empty box really won't have any sort of physical effect." She held her tongue, not caring to explain to the man much more than that. What was he, insane? That, perhaps, would explain his childish tendencies and the long pause between her asking the question and his response. Still, it was fascinating— as was most everything, to Lessica. "And what did you hypothesize it would do? Why? Was this more psychological than physiological?" The questions were flowing now; her explosive curiosity had been piqued. "Do you think I should try again?"

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Morris shook his head, his attitude from earlier had really changed and now he seemed much more serious. He carefully got to his feet and turned to the woman. "I don't think as to whether this experiment was psychological or not matters. I had thought that making someone believe that the button would satisfy them would actually satisfy them but its seems as though it was a failure." He pivoted on his heel to face towards the exit, keeping a straight and formal postured as he made his way to the door. He wasnt angry as he might seem to be, nor was he annoyed. The simplest way to put it would be that he was in a hurry, determined to go home and fix this button. About halfway across the room he paused and turned to look at her. "I'll bring this button along with me once I've made some changes then next time we meet you can test it again." He called over to her and then waved, after that he turned and crept out the building.

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Lessica, too, stood up and gave a slight nod. Perhaps he just needs a subject more willing to believe him, she mused to herself. She drifted away from the bar and wandered for what seemed to be an eternity, her localised temporal fields slowing until their movement was nearly nonexistent. She stood for what felt to her internal clock to be a good ten minutes, but when she approached the bar, again, and let her perception of time speed up again, observations told her it had been only a matter of seconds— enough time for her to walk from one wall to the other, no more and no less. Her mind wandering again, she found another chair, too absorbed in her own thoughts to care who it was she sat down next to. Her hair was as neat as ever, but her icy air had melted just the slightest after the glass of dopamine and opiates she'd downed just minutes before. After... her meeting with Sangrine to seal the deal, she needed to forget, if only for a while. She needed to absorb herself in something, and that experiment, so blind and abrupt, had hardly done a thing to help her.

Lessica glanced up, in an effort to distract herself, to the other side of the table. What awaited her there?

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Lessica's mind idled, and she turned, staring blankly at the man drumming his fingers on the bar. The drumming indicated that he wanted something— though that didn't tell her much; everyone wanted something. He cast an air of casual boredom around him. Thoughts, questions, and the like began to sprout in Lessica's mind: why was he here? What was it that he wanted? She couldn't bring herself to ask the questions, and in her absentminded wondering, she hardly noticed her placid, frozen gazed had locked on the man and that she was staring. She leaned on the table, lost in wonder internally but, on the surface, staring blatantly at the man in front of her with a pale gaze and a slight wisp of irritation playing on her lips.

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Words penetrated her thoughts, and Lessica's eyes flashed back to life, focusing more on the man now than she had as she'd stared aimlessly out into the world. Seeing no one else he could be talking to, she nodded politely but with little warmth. "Yes?" She ventured, her voice hardly breaking through the shell of noise enveloping the bar's occupants. She paused, unsure what else to say, wondering if her words had even reached him. "Is there something you..." Her voice receded after a moment, and she turned her focus, instead, into the physical manifestations of his thoughts— much easier to extort from a person than through their words. Eyes hardly moving from where they now rested at his face, she took him in as much detail as she cared for, setting her mind to work. At last, the prospect of something to do again.

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[[ Ahh, Lessica's not a mind-reader. She's just taking in details from his demeanor, his actions, etc. and analyzing them. Sorry about that! ]]

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There was a certain hold about the man, firm and clear; he seemed to be someone who knew how to carry himself, and that carry was a definition in itself. Details raced through Lessica's mind, judgements and categorizations catching each bit of data to file them away somewhere in the back of her mind. He had a sort of toughness not uncommon among Siber men, but he lacked the icy demeanor she was accustomed to. It was instead replaced with something slower, more laid-back despite the seeming rigidity of his hold on himself. In a way, he seemed familiar, but in too many others he was just as foreign. The irritation on Lessica's face solidified a bit, but it hardly showed against the chilling glare of her other features.

"Something I can do for you, ma'am?"

Lessica wasn't sure how to respond, so she simply told the truth— somewhat of a rarity, as of late. She'd certainly bent the truth to her will more than she'd like at the Conference; however, that had had a purpose, and Lessica didn't mind the means if they properly achieved her end goal. This time, though, she wouldn't bother.

"Not really. I suppose have a habit of staring— it's meaningless, really. There's nothing wrong." She spared a soulless laugh, resting her chin on her right hand. The wrist bent at an odd angle, but her nerves told her nothing of it. "I apologise. The past few days have been long ones, so it's hard not to get lost in thought. The takes its toll on the mind. I don't know how the city's residents cope."

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Lessica caught the man's wave and paused in thought for a moment. He had a friendly smile, an open demeanor, and a habit— hardly the type of person she was used to, but not the type she couldn't stand. The slowness grated at her a bit, but her irritation faded as her opioid receptors flashed positive. Her physical sensations had begin to dull, and the dull weight on the right side of her body loosened a bit as the rest of her nerves dulled, as well. Her mind, however, remained completely intact. Though she'd slowed just a bit, she managed to bring herself to stand and drift over to a nearby seat at the bar, toting with her the glass of mercury-like liquid as she did.

The man introduced himself as Ben. The name was a fitting, simple syllable, nothing like the complex, slippery three forming her own.

"Lessica," She offered. "The name's Lessica. So— what brings you here, then?"

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Lessica raised an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued by this laid-back, bright-eyed— really, almost boyish man. Not many had given thoughts on her name, and few had ever dared to call it 'pretty,' though she'd certainly gotten some variants of 'rare,' on occasion. The act instilled something of a liking in Lessica's ambling mind. He was kind, and enough so to press a sincere "Oh, thank you" from her. In a world dominated by politicians and socialite women, he, too, was something of a rarity. At least they had something in common.

She gave a smile, one that years of forcing them had turned even the real variety into something crystalline and hard. She hadn't known that talking, rather than standing back and watching, was an oddly fulfilling way to escape from the clashing of want and need between men who cared only about their fat wallets and equally grotesque reputations. The politicians' wives were no better; Lessica had spent the better half of an hour listening in on their gossip while the men had been 'off to discuss something,' unaware that they were lacking the very subject of their discussion. And this man, the one with the smile she could believe in as much as the sensation in her one good hand, had even offered her another glass of the Cynth tonic.

She had to refuse. Her extremities, normally dulled in sensation, she could hardly feel at all. "No, I think I'm good. It's a synthesized poppy compound and some dopamine substitutes. Very dilute, but even one's normally plenty. I'm not sure I'd even dare to finish this one off, let alone start in on a third." Her urge to respond to the question had cut off her normally perceptive mind, which would have set off an alarm bell at the speed of his topic-change.

Lessica's mind wandered back to the blue-eyed Ben's story. Oddly enough, sleep couldn't find him, either. "Couldn't sleep, either, huh? I think the entire city's gripped in some sort of unrest. Just this morning, actually, one of the hotel drivers warned me against going out on the streets, altogether. Though I could see a scam as well as the nose on his face, there had to be some grain of truth to what he said. I haven't heard anything much about the actual state of things, since I haven't even had fifteen minutes to slip away all day. And let's just say I'm not stupid enough to try right now," she said with a flick of her delicate arms. She had a form unused to the physical world, the nicks and bruises on the surface of her pale hands an obvious testament to her hesitance to brave the night streets alone.