Lucas

Current Level: 4 Current SP: 9 Link to SP Tracking: [Link] 2.6 | PRE-CONVERSION 3.0 | UPGRADED ITEM #1 Item Name: Wrath of the Heavens Item ID: 177422 Item Tier: 1 Item Type: Weapon, OHAS Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: 2x DMG 1x ACC Description: Ivory pole grip with gold accents on either end of the grip. An ornate spear head placed upon a gilded end with silver engravings tracing the point, and a rose inset on the spear head. Item Na

Lucas walked back in to the cluttered shop, smiling all the way to the counter where his items lay and he would set a pouch of materials on the island before sliding the shield off and holding it in his hands, admiring the work in the shop. It would quickly transfer into his inventory and the young boy would be surprised to see it disappear before looking around for the shield. Quickly he would pick up the spear and just as fast it would disappear into his inventory, the same look of confusion on his face. “Thank you mister.” the look of confusion obvious in his voice as well, the boy would st

Lucas had been pacing outside the store for a half hour before finally working up the courage to enter the shop. It was very chaotic but organized. Everything had a place but you would never be able to guess that place. It was obvious the man who owned this shop had experience in a trade in the real world. Lucas looked around and sighed. He had no idea where to go or if he was even supposed to be there, so he walked up to the surface with the biggest open space and the closest hammer, assuming this would be the place the man crafts at, he would place a slip of paper on the table and leave the

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Member Directory Link Profile Username: Lucas Real name: Lucas McCarty Age: 16 - 18 Gender: Male Height: 5’8” About: History/Personality Getting Trapped in a death game wasn’t the worst thing to happen to Lucas, in fact it was barely in the top ten. For the most part, his life was boring. Not too many friends but not a total loner, decent grades, decent house. On the outside he had it made, but upon closer inspection his world was hell. He’d trapped himself in a prison of hard work and no traction to push on. His friends were nothing more than a group he would text someti