Jake the Dog

-OOC-

• Minecraft UserName: jakesassy40
• Do you have Skype / TS: Yes
• How many hours a week are you on: Too many for my own good

-Employee Application (RP)-

• Name: Jakir Axem
• Age: 37
• Race: Human
• Employee Type (Independent or Nation): Independent
• Job Applying for: Lumberjack
• What makes you good at the job your applying for: I been doing it since I was seven. I think I know which woods I can cut and what they are good at. (And I got 36k XP)
• Why do you wish to join the company: So for once I can get paid for doing this job I have since I was a child

Chuckles lightly.

"Yeah, still not enough to become a real master."

Laughs.

"We killed a guy in there the other day. Twas fun."

2:22am, fine i'll go to bed. *Grumble grumble*

Minecraft Username: jakesassy40

Roleplay username:  Jakir Axem 

Which Contest do you want to participate in? Mustache or Beard?: Beard

What race are you?: Human

What makes your beard or mustache special to /you/: The beard is the soul of a man, those without them are no longer complete thus, this beard was born

grumbles.

"You spelled Tahariae wrong."

Touches the flower, carefully looking around. Before rubbing his beard gently as it poofs into dust.

"Did I break it?"

Chop wood. Feel good.

The plague had hit hard and fast, many a person was infected with this deadly disease. But some were lucky to live, others. Even more rare, able to fight it. One such man was A Cleric. of Tahariae holy purity. who over the years did his best to help others. But in this time of blight. He was needed too much.

Wave upon wave of people came for him, asking for his divine power to quell the darkness inside of them, and The Cleric for a time did just that. But the days drew on. And even the strongest of people grow tired. 

The Cleric had cured another in the name of Tahariae. Feeling the sickly painful effects of constant use and strain on the body. The Cleric looked to take a break and time to rest with his beautiful rose and growing daisy.  but alas he could not. For others knew of him. Who he was, what he could do. To The Cleric. It seems everyone knew about him, which he displeased very much. Offerings of money for help, along with wealth and title.

He did not want this, he wished only to do what he had done before the plague struck. But it seems.

In times of desperation, people will look to the smallest ray of light.

So The Cleric could only hope, that his strength holds in this time of need. And that someone could find another way to save people. No longer needing his help all the time for this task, but a somewhat less taxing task. But, in-till the day. The Cleric shall do his best. To save the people he loves, and the people he can.

((Holy **** people, stop fecking trying to bribe me.))

Letting out a heavy sigh, after he threw the Soul Eye. After all that had happened, he knew the souls were free. But after all they went threw. Watching the man die by vines, using the key he gave Jakir. Finding the beast of darkness. Knowing that his own light of Tahariae would follow through, slaying the beast. The Ember had promised they would have everything here, but for him. She did not, the two he loved kept him going on and fighting. And in the end, he knew what he has done was right. But, the question now upon his mind was if he would ever face this woman again.

((Amazing Event. Even though by the end my emotes got a bit sloppy (Was 01:30am) but damn I had fun.))

Damn. This guy was epic back during ye oldy GM times. Now he is back, lets get him rocking the modreq's again.

*Eyes open with a deep breath. Jakir having been lucky by being inside when the vision struck. Quickly gets up and moves to his desk. Many thoughts and feelings running threw his mind before he calms them down.*

"Guess the darkness won't give the light a break. Time to gather my brothers and sisters to deal with this problem. Tahariae protect us in this time of darkness."

*He arises to seek out his fellow Clerics to try and work out a plan.*

Receives Hosper's letter, giving it the once over before he places it back down, holding a smile to his lips.

​"Looks like were back in business."

Same place for me 

Noice

*Salutes*

Good luck out there mate

Upon reading the letter he sighs knowing what must be done.

"If it's the only way, guess we got to do it then. But till then at least we can try to find a peaceful way out of this."

Then he slowly starts to gather his weapons and Armour, not knowing what might happen when they find this person.

*Looks over the note writing a few things* 

"Yeah there are none."

So it's War Cleric magic and Priest healing in one. Na.

Yeah. Me it's the only char I made and still use.

Character Name

Name: Jakir Axem
Nicknames: None that I know of

Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Status: Alive

Description
Height: 6'2
Weight: 205lb
Body Type: Bulky
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin: Slight tan
Markings/Tattoos: None
Health: Fit and healthy
Personality: Loyal and always up for a laugh.
Inventory:

Has a chain hidden under his outfit On said chain is a small crescent moon made of sapphire.
Further Details: I'll think of something.

Life Style
Alignment*: Lawful Good
Deity*: Tahariae
Religion: Tahariae
Alliance/Nation/Home: Home in Alras
Job/Class: Master Cleric

Part time Lumberjack
Title(s): High Paladin

Profession(s): Combat. Lumber-jacking. 
Special Skill(s): None
Flaw(s): Not fond of crowds.

Magic
Current Status: Active.
Arch-type: Holy
Sub-Type: War Cleric, Cleric Healing.
Rank: T5, T5.
Weakness(es): Draining if overused
Strength(s): Very effective on said Evil things.
Current Spell(s): Look at the lore people.


Weaponry
Fighting Style: Very defensive.
Trained Weapon[s]: Single handed swords.

Single and Two handed Axes.

Spears.

Maces.
Favoured Weapon: One handed Axes.
Archery: Basic skills with a bow and crossbow.

Biography
Parents: David and Alice Axem.
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family: None
Pet(s): None

History
I'll do it later.

((MC Name)): 

jakesassy40

Name:

Jakir Axem

Race:

Human

If you're married, your spouse's name:

N/A

Where you are living: 

Looking for a home in the Conclave

Age:

36

Any notable health concerns:

No

Military position, if any:

No

Occupation:

Cleric

Dependents:

None

Any other notes:

I have a magic license. But not a home yet.

Just gets annoying when you got mining for a hour or two. Come out and people go. Give us your stuff and die. Or die and we take your stuff.

 He is in desperate need of lotion.

 

She ah, doesn't remember jakir

Even though I had to push that bloody wheelchair over a mountain 

Might as well join the band wagon. What she think of Jakir?