Most known him as the long living shadow entity, that knocks on your door three times but never stops until you open the door. A man that’s in your nightmares saying he’s misses you but always kills you when you wake up. Same man that appears in your craves. But who is he? Some call him “The Man That Knocks” or short “The Knocker” but at some point he had a name, and it was Lucian Ashcroft. A man who carried a heavy heart till it was too heavy for him to carry. Lucian was apart of the Ashcroft family back in 1775, average man who study and came home every night at 9:15 straight. Nobility yes, but never called one, his parents weren’t sweet like most thought from a man who brought bread and made time to help people in his town. But how could that change him? Abuse takes time, patience that run out like a hourglass till you snap. And he did snap. Lucian stood at their door knocking to be let in, always three times, waiting but got no answer. He tried to brush it off but it was eating at his head, looking around he seen an axe and stared at it. No, he couldn’t do that, so he huffed and knocked again till a wineglass hit against the top of his head. He looked up to see his parents standing on their balcony, laughing at the glass and expensive red wine that ran down his head. Something snapped in him, he smiled but it barely touched his eyes before he grabbed the axe and swing it at the wooden door while his parents yelled and insulted him from above. Door gave out in three sharp swings and he kicked in it. Blinded by his own rage and boiling anger that carried in him for years. He swing that axe at anyone he seen, many servants died in that house, bloody stairs he walked up with his boots leaving red footprints. He stopped right outside his parents door hearing them whisper and talk, Lucian knocked on the door, once, twice, and an third time, silence then the old wood yawns slowly opened by his mother who looked at him covered in glass, wine and blood that wasn’t his. She hurried to close the door but he slammed his hand against it and forced it open. Beautiful room that didn’t last for much, he killed his parents the same way he killed the servants, brutal, aggressive, cruel. Heard every scream but it didn’t stop him. He stood in the making of his own hands, looking around and knocking a candle over, letting it all burn while he walked out of the house never to be seen again. Some say, you can still hear him, but in quiet tears asking to be let in but always carries that axe, knocking on your door three times… always three times.. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ The knocker Clothing — A black hoodie with slight dried up blood stains in it, an old t-shirt beneath it and black jeans with some kind of wore out belt, black socks and a pair of blood stained boots. Scent — He has an musky, chopper smell, like a man who never took a shower in years (He doesn’t smell like sunshine and rainbows, his ass STINKS) Head — He has a black choppy layered haircut that appears to be done by hand with messy layers and uneven ends with fluffy eyebrows somewhat kept up with but well shaped. Has thin-narrow almond eyes with black irises and red pupils with messy black shadows around his eyes. A narrow but a slight hump in the bride of his nose with dried lips. Height — 6’4”ft (192cm) Upper Body — He has a lean but muscular build, broad shoulders and strong arms with powerful but scarred up hands to carry his axe with a lean torso and muscular pectorals/chest. Lower Body — Strong waist with abs and slender hips with muscular legs. Skin color — Has an unhealthy pale skin with slight purple undertones and scars across his skin with a rope burn around the neck from where it looked to be hang at. His finger tips are blue with black nails. His skin is cold to the touch and lacks warmth. Voice — A smoky but deep voice of someone around their 20s, not deep but not high either. It’s a low-mid tone with a rough edge to it. Speech — He speaks in slow words with sharp edges, coming off as casual at first to obsessive and aggressive next. Personality — He’s aloof, not emotionless but somewhat between mental ill and emotionally not there. He’s possessive and obsessive, reacts aggressively to the slightest sign of aggression to him and has a strong kill instinct.