Staff Search # 1-Moderators Needed!

Username: cas100
Preffered Name: bella
Age: 16
Preffered Position: Global Moderator
Why you want to be this: i really want to help this site
Previous moderating experience?: I have been a global mod once

RP Sample:
Belle decided to take a walk across the court yard. There weren’t many people there so she sat down in the grass careful to make sure she stains her clothes. She looked up the sky and saw all different kinds of shapes she saw her favorite animal the cheetah. She stopped looking at the sky and breathed in the crisp cool air. She was relaxed for the first time in a while.

Username: breeze
Preferred Name: Breeze or Squirrel.
Age: 14
Preferred Position: Moderator
Why you want to be this: I want to help the site. I know you hear that a lot, but it's true.
Previous moderating experience?: No, I haven't been a moderator before but I have my own role playing board.

RP Sample:

Blue sighed as she watched the sun slowly sink and the sky change from a fiery red and red-orange to a black dotted with yellow and a bit of blue. She pulled herself off the soft grass and gathered small amount of kill, containing a squirrel and two fish. She promised her father she would meet him ten minutes ago, but she couldn’t bring herself to miss the sunset. Most of the time, Blue was a down to earth person, but sometimes she lost herself in the clouds.

Wow, I'm glad to see so much interest. You people are awesome.

I'm going to keep this running for a few days, maybe a week or so. Just in case we get some last minute people.

Username: Cinna
Preferred Name: Cinna or Matt
Age: 13
Preferred Position: Moderator
Why you want to be this: I feel that I have the skills necessary in both responsibility and RPing ability. I also want to help this site as much as I can.
Previous moderating experience: None

RP Sample: Oliver stepped through the great steel doors into a large open room. The floor was covered in sand to prevent injury from falling. Next to him walked a young boy by the name of John. The pair stopped in the center of the room where a sword stuck out of a dummy made of flour bags.

Oliver crouched down to the boy’s level. He could tell John was incredibly scared. Who wouldn’t be if you were basically walking into your death? Oliver gave him a big smile, which seemed to calm John down a bit.

“I know you hate this, but if you want to survive, you must do this.” Oliver said. The boy nodded and pulled the sword out of the dummy. Oliver removed his sword from his sheath strapped to his belt. The steel blade glistened as the light reflected off the curved metal.

John made the first move, lunging towards Oliver’s left side. He sidestepped easily and quickly got his blade up to John’s throat.
“Dead. Any Career can pull off that move, I guarantee it. Try again, but this time let me strike first.” he said. John remained silent but nodded as he grasped the sword tighter.

Oliver leaped to the right and brought his sword down. At the last moment, he feinted to the left. John had fallen for it, raising his sword to parry an attack that would never come. He once again felt cold steel at his throat.

“Do you even want to live?” Oliver scoffed.

“Yes…” John replied feebly.

“That is not good enough. I’ll ask again.” He began, raising his sword.

“DO!” he struck hard at John but was driven off.

“YOU!” he slashed again, this time meeting only air.

“WANT!” he stabbed his sword at the boy, but he easily batted it away.

“TO!” he tried a complicated move involving many twists and turns, but was once again held off.

“LIVE!” he struck hard. Sparks flew as the two swords met. Both men pushed with all their might, but neither gained the upper hand. Oliver released the pressure as John smiled.

“Much better. You’re free to go.” Oliver smiled as John exited the arena. Thinking of what was soon to come; tears began to roll down his face. He was sending his only son, John, into the arena.

(Note: This is part of my character’s story; I just thought of the idea however so it was not in my application. Obviously, John dies in the arena.)

Username: chi zukasi
Preferred Name: chi
Age: 18
Preferred Position: anything RPish
Why you want to be this: Because I'm fairly good at RPs and judging right from wrong, etc.
Previous moderating experience?: I've been a mod/admin/ast. admin on some make your own boards, which were semi-succesful.

RP Sample: Pokemon RP from the PokeCommunity.com

Grey watched as night slowly turned to day in the small town of Sangem, Sinnoh. He yearned badly for all of his musical instruments left at home: his piano, both of his saxophones (his alto and tenor), his violin, and harp. All he had been able to take was his small pennywhistle. He quietly blew a few tones into the small recorder-like instrument. Soon the shadows of the buildings around him grew larger and larger untill it was almost too dark for Grey to see. He got off of the step he was sitting on and once again went to look in the music store before it closed. Sparkling saxophones and dazzling flutes lined the neatly tiered shelves in their small cardboard boxes. He was in the woodwind isle, with the many single and double reed instruments. He continued walking and made it to the string isle. It was divided into two sections: plucked and bowed. He could see the large box which held a harp, and also the small box holding violins. Grey skipped over most of the percussion instruments, only stopping once to look at the piano with its beautiful white and black keys. He played a small tune before being yelled at by the store owner.

"Can't you read?" he asked angrily, "Anyways it is time to close!" the man pushed Grey out of the door. There was a Chatot sitting on the mans shoulder, and a Loudred at his side.

Grey was once again back in the cold darkness left by the sun. He finaly decided that it was time to go to the Pokecenter to find a place to sleep. He walked in to the red building and was greeted by an always cheerful Nurse Joy.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the nurse said.

"I just need a place to stay for a night or so,"

"Okay, please just sign in right here," she pushed a small clipboard onto the desk. He signed his name, Grey C. Rose, befor leaving for a room.

He soon found one and went inside. He looked at the clock which read 11:00. It was late, and he was tired. He quickly fell asleep. Soon he found himself on the floor with the sun shining into his eyes. He was wide awake soon, and immediately looked at the clock. Now it read 7:00. It was a quick night for Grey. He quickly made the bed, and started to leave when he saw a small white envelope. Writted on the envelope was , R&R/TT. Grey noticed no return adress, but opened it anyways. It was clearly for him, as it read:



Dear Grey Christopher Rose,
You have been invited to the lab of Professor Hann. She lives in Slateport City, Hoenn. She has recently moved from Johto, and has built a new laboratory in Slateport. But the laboratory isn’t normal. It is located underwater. You will need to report the Oceanic Museum located in East Slateport. There will be no need to pay admission. We will immediately take you to your first destination. You must be there at strictly 7:00 PM. We do not appreciate or tolerate latecomers. Once there, we will all leave for the Laboratory of Professor Hann. There you will receive your first Pokemon, which has been carefully chosen by Hann. Then, Hann and I will explain to you everything that is happening and why. Then, just as quickly as you came, you will leave. You are not to tell anyone about your visit to Professor Hann and you are not to tell anyone about this letter. Leave every one of you Pokemon behind. You will receive your Pokemon once you come to Slateport.

Sincerely,



Grey was unable to read the name which was signed, which was unfortunate.

Slateport, aye?, Grey thought, That is in Hoenn if I do believe... I must leave soon. Grey quickly gathered his things which wan't much: a backpack and a letter. He signed out of the PokeCenter, and went outside. Before he left for Slateport he went back to the music shop for one last look. He walked up to the old man and held up his pennywhistle.

"Is there anything that I can trade this for?" Grey asked.

The man put on his glasses and held it up about an inch from his nose. "Hmm..." he said, "Chatot, Loudred. How much would you say this is worth?" The Pokemon looked at the instrument.

"Chat, chat chat, tot!" said the musical bird.

"Loud, d drid!" the Loudred said.

The man cleaned off the mouthpiece and played a tune. The Pokemon jupmed in happyness, clearly glad with the music the instrument produced. The man again said 'Hmm' and went into the back. He came back with an old, greatly-used alto saxophone.

"I can give you this," he said, gesturing to the saxophone, "and also eighty dollars."

Grey brightened up. He quickly traded, then asked how much the saxophone was worth.

"Umm, I'd say around one hundred dollars."

"Okay, thanks!" Grey said rushing out the door. He quickly opened the saxophone case. He put the reed in the mouthpiece, the mouthpiece on the neck, and finaly the neck on the body. He attached the neckstrap and played a small, happy tune. Then he quickly put it up and went off to find a way to Slateport City.

Tectonix, thanks for your input, but it really isn't necessary. I've run many sites before, and am the co-admin of this site's sister site, 600 Feet Below, and have chosen staff on there before. I know exactly what I'm doing when it comes to this, I know exactly what I need in a moderators, and I know as of now that I DEFINITELY need some. There are times when I cannot get on the site and I need people to make sure it goes smoothly, and that's where my mods and gmods come in. Just because some of these people have not moderated places before doesn't mean they can't learn how to. It's fairly simple, and I'm here to help them.

600 Feet Below has been going strong for over a year now, and I think it's much easier WITH staff than it is without. I know this site will end up the same way. If it gets too stressful, as you say, than anyone is free to resign whenever they want to; I will definitely not hold it against them. And I DID hold off until I really needed staff, which is now. I'm on vacation right now, and I'm finding it hard to get computer time to run the site. I need some help, and a strong staff is what can give me that.

Thanks for the warning, and anyone is free to listen to it, but I'd appreciate it if you don't tell me how to run my site.

Tectonix,

I disagree with you on so many points here. You obviously do not have as much experience as Rue, or myself in moderating experience.

When you become a moderator, yes your name changes color and blah blah blah, but you get many benefits as well. You can see this site as yours and you can feel the pride in it when something great happens, such as when you are offered to be affiliated with some giant site that grew 200 members in two months (actually happened).

As for the work involved, that's why there are many moderators, and not just one. You barely work at all, since most members are so experienced and have common sense. The hardest one will have to work will be during Maintenance Day, where all a moderator will have to do is move old threads to a thread museum.

The admin will start the mods off small, and then the work may increase, depending on if one is promoted or not. Moderating isn't a hard job at all. To me, administrating (at another site, couple hundred members there) feels like being a member, because barely anything to do, let alone anything hard, and I still post with the members and talk to the members like I would if I had just joined the site.

Bottom Line: Tectonix is wrong. Moderating will be a piece of cake. You just have a pretty name and a few things to do once a month.