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by Jimer Lins » Sat May 23, 2015 6:53 pm
Jakar:
Jakar grew up as the son of a peasant farmer in the country outside Saerlorne, although he actually lived closer to a tiny hamlet well away from the city on the edge of the Dragonscales Desert.
Never satisfied with life as a farmer, Jakar was fascinated by the soldiers he would see marching or riding through the countryside to and from their business and their lords.
Although his parents did not approve, they did not- and really could not- stop him from traveling to Saerlorne to enlist in the local noble's militia as soon as he was of age.
In the legions, Jakar found his purpose and his passion. He was a soldier, and over the years he honed his abilities to a fine edge. He rose in rank but avoided several attempts to make him an officer, preferring to remain a simple soldier.
As a leader in the militia, he was respected for his skills, and sometimes mocked- never to his face- for his piety. He worships Torm, keeping his faith somewhat quiet, but always wearing a symbol of his god on his armor.
Jakar specialized in great weapons, in particular a massive two-handed sword his squadmates called "Torm's Razor" and a massive maul his squadmates nicknamed "Squeak Mallet" for the noise most made when it hit them- a small squeaking noise before they expired messily. He is a large and imposing figure, always wearing his huge plate armor in combat.
After serving in the militia for several years, Jakar realized he could help with the trouble in and around Sagemoor, and found Torm calling him to service there. He has been a loyal companion and an honorable warrior. Not quick to anger, when he is aroused, he is a terrible foe. His notions of honor and duty can sometimes be a bit troublesome when the party has needed to be more expiditious. He has tried to balance his own sense of duty and honor with pragmatism- with, it must be admitted, varying success.
Jakar has little use for magic, although he has no problem with using passively enhanced magical items, such as his maul and plate armor. But he disdains the use of items with active or triggered effects, preferring to fight in a more personal fashion.
A man may fight for many things. His country, his friends, his principles, the glistening tear on the cheek of a golden child. But personally, I'd mud-wrestle my own mother for a ton of cash, an amusing clock and a sack of French porn. - Edmund Blackadder