Jake the Dog

Jakir looks over to Lyuin shaking his head. "Doing it riiiight now calm down." he grumbles lightly about impatient clerics working on the wards

Jakir comes in moments later, nodding to the group before quickly getting to work, setting up wards within the area, his hands glowing brightly as he works. "Last time Hosper got kidnapped so ain't taking that risk." the older bearded cleric works slowly, but moves from time to time.

Jakir is given the note, as he nods softly to the messenger. "If this kills me, I swear." he grumbles out sitting down as he opens the letter reading through it. "Bout time. Still can't aim an orb to save his life, but atleast he knows how to write a letter still." the bearded cleric chuckles lightly, closing the letting. "Well, sure i'll turn up."

Jakir slowly lets out a pained breath looking down at the letter closing his eyes "So,Charlotte. That is how you remembered me. I loved you, for a time. But I look back and I saw it was born of my own loneliness." He lets out another deep breath hands shaking as he lays the letter on the table. "You always were the better cleric dear Charlotte. But I shall miss you, one day we will meet again and maybe be friends again. I will miss you dearly but I know you are not alone. So go, Charlotte. Go in the embrace of Tahariae. We will meet again soon, but not yet. My work is not yet done. I will keep you in my heart like many others will, and... would of been an amazing mother, I'm sure of it." The war cleric opens his eyes heading out into the world.

So, it's a aengul that solely visits Oliver, teaches him clerical magic, gives him blessed weapons, with runes that only Oliver can read. Wesleyan became a aengul because she was nice and died. In the nicest way I can, that has gotta be the biggest load of crap I have heard. This ain't The Elder Scrolls, she ain't talos ascending to the heavens. Sorry but no, this is just stupid.

((Sounds like a great event, if you love a bit of parkour that is))

Jakir gets the letter, reading it slowly. He holds it to his chest. Letting out a deep breath. "Love ya Katie, don't make me go there just to heal you again." he closes his eyes, letting out yet another deep breath. "We will meet again little one."

Free Format:

Are you willing to wait? (Got work life so will do them when free after work): NO NEVER (Okie)

What body build ? (body structure? tall?wide? short?): 6'2 and bulky

What position do you want ? If there is a picture you want to reference send a link: Maybe on a cliff up high, overlooking the land with the sunsetting as Jakir watches the land below. :D

Character skin: (Can I just get PNG file or an imgur link not screenshot.) http://i.imgur.com/2dwKRzW.png

Doooooo it.

*Cheers as someone finally used light of Tahariae spell, thinking he was the only one.*

((I have 6-7 people who would join alras with me but i can't cause on holiday and cant currenty round em up and go there. Many people are on holiday remember un able to do 4.0 things))

yay  i got 3rd wont be back till 19th so ill get my bookthen cause holiday ftw

jakir laughs cause Griff was on the list

Jakir waves back to Hesh. Turning to the group. "Righteo ,Clerical party. I'll be there kids." he walks off, returning home to get ready.

Jakir lets out a heavy sigh, the news hitting him hard. "Goodbye, my brother. Tahariae keep you safe in the next life." he then makes his way out into an open field. Raising his hand high. As the light seems to seep out brighter and brighter from his hand. Jakir lets out a light grunt. As it builds and builds. Before a pure golden pulse of light fires up into the night sky, illuminating the area for many miles around, signaling another Cleric lost to this world. Jakir lowers his hand, sighing deeply. "I shall see you soon William." he walks back inside, footsteps slow and heavy, as he has a dream about times past.

Looks to Jack and Cheza with a light chuckle. "Me, Meiko and Keaton can team up. Just let us know when you need us."

Jakir looks up to Naeri, giving her a warm smile. "I see ya made it." he looks back down to the ward letting out a deep breath. "I would give you a hug Naeri, but i'm kinda busy."

Jakir looks around, before letting out a light chuckle. He rubs his face slowly. Kneeling down and starting to work on making a temporary ward for the current area. "Someone has to bloody do it." he kneels there silently as the deep golden light seeps out into the area. "Don't want a repeat of last time." he lets out a small breath, focusing more on the ward now then anything else.

Jakir slowly makes his way up the hill, armour and weapons clanking the whole way as he looks around the group. "Had to pick a Taharaie damned hill. Can't have a Cleric party without Jakir, so why you call us?" he shuffles lightly. Getting comfy as he sits down upon the grass.

Smiles warmly at the sight of Rose, maybe thinking her of another. And her stating her order only supports his idea's. "Hmm, well we got work to do people. Best get ready for this can't go perfectly." Jakir rolls his shoulders, his plate armour grinding lightly as he checks his body for his weapons making sure they are ready for use. "Let me know when you are good Mandru, i'll see if I can't call up my own people for this." he looks to Keaton with a light chuckle. "This will be your first outing as a Cleric I hope you are ready, for this will be hard." turns back to Rose. "We will need all the help we can get, we all know how they love to stick together. I'll swing by the monastery when I have time to see how you are all doing. I wish you luck people, Tahariae keep you pure in the coming times." 

Jakir glances over as the portal rips forth, stunned lightly by the sudden event. Jakir quickly connecting to his Patron hoping to be quick enough to stop the dreadknights.. Firing off light as quick as he can. But is it too late, as Hosper is taken he looks around at his fellow clerics, shaking his head slightly with a pant. "Well. Least we got something to do now right?" rubs his face slowly, the deep golden light still shimmering bright "I swear this is the second time something evil comes to our meetings."

Jakir Opens his eyes, glancing over to Senria and then to Herun, his voice speaks up clearly. "Shes with me. Keaton too." Jakir turns back, closing his eyes looking to the roof. Once again starting to whistle the Clerical hymm.

chuckles lightly from the back. Resting his feet up on the table he is at. "I'll be here till the end my brothers and sisters. But I was never a talker. You need only ask, and I will fight. But when it comes to leadership my days are done. I simply walking in the light now. And will do so till the day I die." Jakir closes his eyes. Whistling a soft tune, people might remember as the Clerical hymm. As he goes back to hearing the rest.

Yeah, I can't make doors with two skills. Such fun.

Jakir slowly makes his way in, each step chinking as his heavy armor grinds as he walks. The worn symbol of the order still shown, as he takes a seat at the back. Running his hands through his hair and across his beard. As he leans back in the seat, closing his eyes. Simply listening now to the people talking. Waiting should anything happen that might require someone of his talents.