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About Lackless_

  • Rank
    The Foretaker
  • Birthday 02/07/2003

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    Lackless#9597
  • Minecraft Username
    Lockezi

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  • Gender
    Male
  • Location
    Highlands
  • Interests
    Drawing
    Talking
    Not being DDOSed

Character Profile

  • Character Name
    The Foretaker | Lacket | Ermina Taloha
  • Character Race
    Dark Elf | Human | Dark Elf

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  1. Hey! Thanks for accepting me on the story team. I’ll really try my best.

  2. I really never expected you to get admin! Congrats.

    1. Kaelan

      Kaelan

      Dude it was sure a shock. @Telanir thank you for believing in me mister telanir 

    2. Telanir

      Telanir

      @Kaelan congrats dude, all the best!

  3. when are you goign to play risk of rai nwith me again
  4. “Agreed.” He says, looking at Vas.
  5. An empty room, complete darkness inside where an eerie silence lingered. Outside was a full moon high up in the sky, the light of the moon tried to pierce the rooms dullness, though such was prevented by a black curtain. In the room was a bed, table, closet, and so on. Peculiar stones and oddities scattered about on the desk against the wall, the closet closed neatly, with no clothes or strand visible. In the bed laid a tall man, horned and dark purple in skin which only blended him further into the rooms gloomy appearance. The fiend-like creature appeared to be in horrible shape, his hair in a messy clump whilst his chest rose up and down quickly, sweat rising from the pores of his skin as quiet groans of agony slip past his lips. This occurred for what seemed to be hours due to possible night-terrors, eventually, he snapped awake and sat up almost instantly, a gasp of terror coming from him, starting to breathe rather heavily. He slowly pushed himself towards the edge of the bed, and rose to his feet shakily, reaching out towards the lantern that hung up against the wall, pulling the lid up, a bright flash of light filling the room, the unusual darkness. He looked around the room as he held the lantern around, seeming rather eased at the sight of normalcy. The Foretaker closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath, only to let it out quickly after, although as soon as his vision returned, a black ooze leaked from the floorboards, and slowly started to fill the room as a steady pace. Panic only returned to the man, moving to quickly step forward, although, at the second step, it seemed his foot was glued to the ground, unable to move whatsoever, only looking around the room as the stygian substance continued to fill the room, appearing to fill up twice as faster. Due to the fear, and constant barrage of voices, insults, and so on within his head, the lantern accidentally slipped from his hand, and dropped into the pool of ichor. The flame was swallowed by such, and a few air bubbles rose to the top, only to disappear just as quickly. By this time it rose up to his neck, and he’d seem in an ultimate fear for his life, confusion within his mind. He tried to move his arms and move past such, though it made no difference once it was sucked up… The horned fellow seemed to run out of will, and hope to get through such, and the fiend's lungs were slowly filling up with who knows what it was. His vision went black, and he went limp entirely. But after what seemed to be minutes, his eyes snapped back open, the man was in bed this entire time and was on the brink of hyperventilating, his blindfolded gaze looked around the room in confusion, still seeming shaken up by these events. Nonetheless, he stayed up for hours that night, until it all went black again.
  6. Hey lackless uwu 

  7. Hey.

    1. Ford

      Ford

      wait isn’t Jaded just Unwillingly

       

      why did they change forum accounts

       

       

  8. “Wait a minute.” The horned fellow uttered, seeming to have a piece of paper that was held onto with his right, gauntleted hand, his blindfolded gaze moving up a tad to start at the first bit of the text, tilting his head in confusion. “This wasn’t apart of the script...” Lockezi mumbled upon Vas entering the room with Rosemary’s body in his arms, letting out a ‘huh’.
  9. On the way home Lockezi went to throw himself on the couch of the second-floor living room, he’d reach into his satchel, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper, he’d stare closely at the writing upon it, and his heart skips a beat, taking in a deep breath as his vision began to blur, he’d quickly get up, throwing his satchel to the ground as he went up the stairs and into his room. ”No... NO!” He shouts, kicking his door open to look at the wall, it had drawings and sketched tacked onto it with a red string lining them all to different places across Arcas, he’d rummage through his pile of papers and comes across a old, piece of paper with little rips on the edges of it. It seemed to be years and years old, from the days of Atlas and the Order of The Ferrum Fist... Lockezi tacked that one on the wall, and the crumpled up piece of paper too, taking in a deep breath as he’d look at the two, dropping onto his knees, filled with hopelessness, regret, and sorrow.. ”Remedium... Alwin, Dr. Beckett... all the same, all the ******* same!” He slams his fist onto the wood below him, a cry departing from the demon.
  10. It was a particularly rainy night, the droplets of water falling down onto the buildings and roofs of the Llyrian Concord. At the south-west entrance of the Concord, an armoured figure came walking down the path, eventually stopping at the Cathedral of Saint Amyas, turning his view to the church which he’d begin to walk towards, a hand raising to the knob, opening the door. His masked gaze looks around the room for a moment, eventually, a loud yell would come from him. ”Cassian!” The fiend calls out, only to be responded with silence. After a few moments of waiting he’d let out a muffled sigh into his mask, turning on his heel to begin off towards the door, and out of the church. The armored man found his way going along the path that leads into the city, finding himself towards the tavern, where he’d find a note tacked onto the wall, with an incredible amount of writing on it. He rips it off, and proceeds into the tavern, taking a seat infront of the bar, a hand moving to his mask which he’d lift off of his face, and clip onto his side. His chin resting on his palm as he began to read the note. A minute or two later, a loud sigh parts from him and a sour expression takes his face, the hand that held his chin up, moved over his face, the man letting out a simple groan. ”Fucks sake.” The Cursed Archprince of DREAD and CHAOS rose to his feet with a huff, the paper in hand which he went to crumble, and shove into the satchel which rested against his side. The CHAOTIC EVIL alligned man began off back to where he came, not seeming too happy with these recent discoveries. The would best describe Lockezi’s walk home.
  11. Firehearts husband betrayed him.

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    2. Fireheart

      Fireheart

      I don’t want to talk about it... Been crying all night 😞

    3. Destroyer_Bravo

      Destroyer_Bravo

      F in chat bro......

    4. Kaelan
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