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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 16:12:16 GMT -5

Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Jan 7, 2012 16:12:16 GMT -5

So as many of you have heard or gathered by now, Luna has decided to resign from the staff, leaving us with an open moderator position. People skills and work ethic are important for moderators, and as with all staff, you'll be expected to review and accept bios diligently. So you're all encouraged to apply — even if we don't hire you this time around, showing interest always a plus — but make sure you're up for the job^^ This search will close Thursday, January 12th.

[b]Name:[/b] 
[b]Age:[/b] (Age will not really be an important factor when we look over your application, but it is good for us to know)
[b]Previous experience:[/b](Have you ever been on the staff of a site before? Site names and links, please!)
[b]Why should we choose you?[/b]

[b]Roleplay Sample:[/b] (ONE is sufficient, thank you.)

[b]Other:[/b]

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 16:21:44 GMT -5

Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Jan 7, 2012 16:21:44 GMT -5

Name: Elegant

Age: Seventeen

Previous experience: I have admined on Shadesofgrey (closed now) and moderated on bleachgotei.forumsmotion.com. I have also done some moderating on various proboards, fantasy roleplays. I have also done some leadership duties in real life, such as treasurer and president for my Co-op class last year, which I assure you, was no easy undertaking. A lot of my time in that class was dedicated to planning events, and running them. I am also on my school's student grad council and am quite good at running things.

Why should we choose you? I think that I'm pretty approachable in the c-box, and I'm pretty useful at answering questions because I know enough by now. I have a pretty good raport with just about everyone I think! I don't really mind too much if people don't like me, but I'm not rude. I have good experience in coding, and I have checked many a bio before. Everyone knows how much I love reading new ones! I know what a good bio should contain, and I am responsible when it comes to modly duties. I can be rather goofy, but I take the job of moderating very seriously. I have a thing for organising and can spend hours doing it, just because I love cleaning up boards and moving topics so much! I'm pretty creative, I'd like to think when it comes to planning interesting things for members!

I would like to think that I'm a pretty good writer, and I know that it isn't so very important, but to be understood and not have people be confused, it's good to have the skill of good grammar, and description skills. I'm also good at enforcing rules and diplomatically solving problems.

I also don't have a hot temper and am rather neutral on most topics. I don't particularly dislike anyone, because I just can't. I've been here for about half a year now, and am an established member by now, I should hope. This site is my second home, I love it so much. I'm quite active, posting at the least once a day, and I feel like I could be a very good addition to the staff :)

Roleplay Sample:
Nov 22, 2011 2:39:16 GMT -5 ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ said:
our tale begins here.

S P E A K I N G // T H I N K I N G

Give me a second I
I need to get my story straight
My seats been taken by some sunglasses
asking 'bout a scar

She hadn't forgotten yet, the way it had felt to wake beside him in the morning, and the feeling of not wanting to run away. How she had just wanted to lie there in the weak morning sunlight, and just be for a moment with Riley. About how she had risen from her sleeping state, and shivered from the cold coming in through the open window, and her nakedness. How Suspenders had opened one slitted eye from his perch above Riley's head, and shut it slowly again. How she had quickly closed the blinds so that when Riley opened his eyes he wouldn't instantly die from the pain of so much light after a night filled with so much darkness. She couldn't forget about that morning filled with Riley's soft snores and the way the fuzziness of her housecoat warmed her as she mixed the baileys into her coffee, preemptively making sure that she couldn't get straight, even though she was still a little bit tipsy from the night before.

She couldn't forget the way she had moved around her house, waiting for him to wake up. She had placed a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water beside him and simply watched him for a bit, enjoying the way he slept all slung out, arms protecting his chest. He looked so peaceful that she decided not to wake him. Normally she might get up at six am after sleeping over at someone's house or apartment, and slip away. But Riley was far more fascinating then she had bargained for, and mostly because he had been the one to seduce her. After brushing her teeth and pulling on a long shirt, she toasted herself a piece of bread with nutella on it. She then sat down at the piano to see if a tune would drag itself out of her, but none promised to emerge, all emotions and thoughts completely out of sync with what had happened the night before.

She knew that what had happened was wrong. That Riley belonged to someone, but as terrible as it was, Fenn found herself not caring. She had slept with so many people that had partners or beaus, or even fiances that by now the notion didn't even affect her. It just left a dull ache in the back of her head, as if someone had torn out all the important thinking bits and left her with a brain of mush. She had curled her legs up under her, so that she had to play around her knees as she thought about things, trying to place what it all meant. But her brain tapped idly at nothing as it half listened for movement from up the stairs. It felt like the moment before the storm, waiting for what Riley thought of what happened, wondering if he had hated it, or loved it because stupidly she actually found herself caring.

The whole fact that she cared about anything to do with it was a warning sign. She was Fenn Klardie, she didn't care about things. If he hated her, great. That had been really great last night and she had enjoyed it, so at least one of them would have a happy memory of the evening. Even as her heart hardened against it, she couldn't really lie to herself. She knew that she did care, and that bothered her so damn much that she needed to work off some energy. Falling backwards off of the stool, she caught herself with her own two hands, springing back up onto her feet. Immediately she started off at a run down a long hallway and bounced off a wall for momentum, breathing in deeply to calm herself. She spent some time warming up for a good old free run, but before she knew it, she was slowing down to a halt, because her path had led her right back to him, and the him was sitting up in bed.

and I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you're trying to forget
but between the drinks and subtle things
the holes in my apologies

Shaking her head, she looked up with a rather forced smile at the orderly who had probably been speaking to her for the last five minutes. She mumbled out a quick thank-you, and then followed the orderly, trailing along like a good little puppy as she led her to a stark white room with paper on a raised bed, and a couple seats beside it. She opted for the bed, and the woman left her, telling her a Doctor would be along for a few minutes. Her hands rested loosely in her lap as she tried not to read the posters lining the walls, the ones the Doctors put there just so that the patient would be freaked out enough to buy every medication in arm's reach. She hated coming here, and had only been here a few times before, and it had always been with her parents.

Her hands clenched in her lap, and she bit her lip, drawing blood as she thought of that forbidden topic. Times like this where she wished she hadn't opted to not bring her flask to the Doctor's office. She could go for a swig of something right now. As she waited, she eyed the alcoholic antiseptic, wondering if she would have time to reach over and take a drink before the Doctor got there, which really helped in passing the time spent waiting. If a sane person were to look at that, they would laugh at how pitiful they had gotten. But for Fenn, it worked to take her mind off of it very well. So when the Doctor came in, she smiled up at him, even though the intense gurgles radiating from down there had still not stopped, and she still wanted to puke all over everything.

It had only started about three days ago as well. Which was exactly a week after the incident. At first she thought that maybe it was the alcohol consumption, more specifically, the increased amount, but alcohol had never made her so sick before. She decided that the doctor's office was the best choice, and now here she was, sitting uncomfortably close to an older man with a fake smile. The situation was so close to home that it almost made her giggle, might have if she didn't feel like such shit. "So honey," he started off, reading something off the forms on his clipboard, "what seems to be the problem?" She easily replied, listing of all the symptoms, wherein he began to ask some very personal questions, such as when the last time she had intercourse had been, how often she got her period, the answer being maybe twice a year.

He looked too thoughtfully at her, and it bothered her. Face slipping into a frown, she stared back just as intently, not one to be cowed. For a moment he stared at her, and then he scribbled something down on his chart, and stood up so suddenly, that Fenn sat back in surprise. Opening a cupboard, he reached in and when he pulled back out, he held a cardboard box in his hand. Turning back around to face her, his face frighteningly neutral, he gave her the box. "You may want to try this, and if it comes back negative, then see me again." She looked down at the box as he left, and she stood to leave as well. Written across the box was a picture of a stick with a plus and minus on it. And there was a happy baby face on it as well, to try and cheer the person up apparently. As realization dawned on her, she stood stock still in horror, hands shaking, and chest breaking.

you know I'm trying hard to take it back
so if by the time the bar closes
and you feel like falling down
I'll carry you home

Suspenders was running through her legs as she made her way into her house, and dropped her purse down on the entrance table. She couldn't keep her eyes off the box, reading getting increasingly difficult as her hands shook so much. Quickly, she crossed over to her alcohol cabinet,and took a swig of the most available thing, which turned out to be whiskey. On the box, it suggested drinking a lot of juice or water before taking the test, but Fenn already had to pee, and hadn't had a glass of orange juice in years anyway. So instead, she just made her way up to her bedroom and unwrapped the test. A slip of instructions came out with it, and reading them her eyes widened in disgust. She was meant to pee on the stick, and then wait five minutes. If there was a plus sign, she was fucked, if there was a negative sign, she was fucked.

Kicking off her heels, she went into the bathroom, and did what was required of her, ever fearful that she would pee on her own hand and then die of the grossness. After washing her hands, using a lot of soap, and then waited for the thing to work, pacing back and forth, leaning over to check over it every now and then from where she had placed it on the table. She didn't know what she was thinking right now. Who was running through her head, blazing a trail, she didn't want to think about it because it was most likely that she was negative anyway. Whatever happened to the fact that she had a one in a million chance of becoming pregnant? The five minutes dragged on and on as she kept checking, until to her horror, she finally started to see the thing slide along.

Holding her head in her hands, she peaked through to see a pink colour. Pink could mean negative though right? Because pink is such a negative colour. She looked at the thing head on. She was never one to not face her foes without at least looking them in the eye. Holding her gaze level with the evil stick's she stared at the pink plus forming on the stupid thing, and she found her legs giving out under her as she realized that the thing was pink and positive. Reaching out, she steadied herself by grabbing onto the edge of her vanity. Staring hard at the stick, wondering if she had gotten the directions wrong. Maybe plus and pink meant that she was safe. Who the hell would want a child, and would want to raise it here. They must be made to make the woman feel good about not getting pregnant.

Picking up the box again, she read the instructions over and over, until the gray skies outside were starting to go darker. She was numb, and when she finally began to become aware of her surroundings, she was sitting on her bed, a cat rubbing against her legs, purring for all it's worth. Slowly, she lifted her shirt up, to glare down at her lower stomach. It didn't look any different. Still well toned and not protruding at all. Not yet at least. Soon, she would get plump with a small child growing inside her. A baby. Maybe a girl, or a boy. Hopefully one of the two because she didn't want to give birth to a baby that was nothing. As she sat there, numb in abject horror and still tenderness, she rested a hand on the spot where the baby would grow, her fear and her excitement dawning in her natural instincts instilled in her since the dawn of time at the least. She let her thoughts wander over to the sperm donor, and with growing horror, she realized that it could only be one person.

An hour later, she found herself on a certain front step, a bag of music in her hand, still untouched, wearing black pumps, red gloves, and a woolen coat. As her hand lifted to rap against the door, she laid her palm against it instead, hearing the sounds coming from inside. The laughter, and the quiet all mixed together to form something completely new. She didn't know what he would say to her, how much he would hate her now, but she was going to do what needed to be done, even if the way his brown eyes stared through her would kill her. So she clenched her hand into a fist, and rapped on the door, hard. Waiting for Mr. Riley Lightwood to answer it so he could hate her more than he already did. Oh Joy.

We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
than the sun

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Other: I'm sad that Luna is stepping down, I think she's excellent, (</3) but I do hope that you could consider me for this job![/blockquote][/size]

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 16:24:53 GMT -5

Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Jan 7, 2012 16:24:53 GMT -5

Name: Daryn
Age: 15
Previous experience:I have been both an Admin and a Journalist on "The Unwritten Love"
www.theunwrittenlove.proboards.com/index.cgi
Why should we choose you? You should choose me because I love this site. I am on everyday, more than once. I would love to help out in any way possible, and I think that I could definitely fulfill the duties of a moderator. I have been on several Role Playing Sites, So, I know how they work. Also I am a very friendly person, and I certainly consider myself a "People person." I am very resourceful, and I never start something I can't finish. I make sure that everything is done the right way. I think it is easier on everybody.

Roleplay Sample:

Talking
Main
Thinking
Outsiders

"What would happen if I jumped off this ledge?" I thought as my brother Leo and I walked across the seemingly never ending bridge."Would anybody care?" Probably not. There was nobody to care.

The night was still young as we strolled about. This party Leo had been talking about must have been pretty high class, because he was dressed in one of his nicest shirts. He never dressed to impress. EVER. Then again, I didn't either. Usually, I stuck to jeans and sneakers, which is why my heels were no longer on my feet, and were instead in my hand, clacking together with every step I was taking. The dress I was wearing wasn't anything special, just a dress I'd bought a few days prior. I did love the design. It kind of resembled a shrunken princess gown. I say that because the turquoise torso was skin tight, and when it got to about my hips, it fanned out into a fluffy cloud of material. The reason it resembled a shrunken dress is because it stopped about an inch below my knees.

My mind was off in a universe where I did have friends, and there was no pain when Leo spoke the first time, so I didn't really catch what he'd said."What?" I asked, my mind still not fully here."I said that we are getting close. Look, you can see the house from here." He replied. His voice was so rusty and deep that he sounded like a thirty year old man, not an eighteen year old boy. Still, this time I understood him, so I looked off into the distance in which he was glaring. Sure enough, there was a house, and it was full of life. That was obvious. Not just because of he light, but even from here I could hear a faint laugh, or even a playful scream.

My stomach began to twist into knots as we neared the house. It had taken Leo hours to convince me to come, and really, I didn't want to. I just got tired of that gruff voice of his yelping into my ear. I tried to wipe the sweat that had found it's way to my palms on my dress, but I was so nervous, I had to wipe again in mere seconds. I grabbed Leo by the shoulder for balance as I reluctantly slipped the shoes back onto my feet when we were pretty much at the door of the building."Your knocking"I said with a smirk to my brother with my arms crossed.

He did as told with out so much as a peep and even above the noise I could hear the pair of feet that were nearing the door. I took a deep breath through my nose and wiped my hands one last time before the door opened to a woman with a warm smile invited us in."Just get in here, find somewhere to hide and wait until Leo finds you!"I told myself as I closed the door behind me.
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Other: I know that I can do this. I really hope that you'll give me an opportunity to prove it!

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 16:26:51 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Jan 7, 2012 16:26:51 GMT -5

Name: Specialk
Age: 15
Previous experience:I am currently a Gamemaker on Hunger Games Origins; also, I was a professor (like a moderator in a few ways) on Hiima (Hawiian International Institution of Magical Advancement, which I think just shut down recently?). I was admin on the site Rome Is Glory, though the site never really became successful, and I was also the global moderator/advertiser on The Quarter Quells, though that did not work out as a site either.
Why should we choose you? I think that I would be good as a mod for a few reasons. First of all, I am very active when it comes to being on the site, so actually having something to do (going through threads, accepting/critiquing bios) would be a better usage of my time. Also, I know when people are just joking around and when they are also serious, so I would be good at handling situations in chat. Thirdly, if my people skills are under question, I would calm down my jerk attitude because I would have a position of power on the site, and I would not want to give this place a bad name.

Roleplay Sample:
Nov 29, 2011 17:22:34 GMT -5 Spesh said:
Newton Erik Frierson

The reason Newton was in a crowd was unknown to him, in fact he hardly remembered what being in a crowd was like, the sweating people, the conversations that one easily listens to without ever meaning to, people running into others. He had to admit that he kind of missed crowds, missed the old industry. Ever since the switch of District Ten's industry, crowds were rare. Sure, there was always the given crowd at the reaping and during the victory tour, but otherwise, none. Never was Newton the brightest star in the sky, but he did like the feeling of being around people. Now, the spread out district gets in the way, makes it hard for a middle of the run family like his to do business, not to say he has suffered though, because he has not.

Unlike many of the artisans in District Ten, his family was wealthy enough to continue on with their business, even with the slackening demand. It seemed to Newton that his older brother, Cameron, brought in customers. People, it seemed, were willing to save up that extra bit of money just to buy stuff from the Frierson's because they liked Cameron. In a district that was so poor, it seemed amazing that a single person could sway someone to buy something they hardly needed, yet they did it. Either he was assuming the product his family made was not important enough, or that it was far too important, as even Newton doubted Cam could be that influential.

Soon his brother would move out, Newton was sure of it. The business would take a hit, no doubt. People would be finding him at the counter and not Cameron. They would ask questions that he would only have one answer for. More likely than not customers would not like the answer and refuse to come back. Why else would they come to Frairson's shop? They could very well survive off of the food and water they had, there was no need for anything more than that. Newton figured he would soon have to learn how to be more like his brother when it came to interacting with people. His family would need him for it.

At one point there was actually hope for the younger people in District Ten, hope in being smart and making more money because you were smart. To Newton it now seemed that people were stuck with the amount of money they had, this new ranching prevented the poor from getting rich and the rich from getting poor, just the way the Capitol wanted things to be. It let them establish a good, longstanding relationship with the rich, thus keeping the poor under control. As one of the few people who was not considered rich or poor, he could see this happening. He almost felt forgotten amongst the masses. In a way he felt that was a good thing, especially considering the fact that being in the spotlight likely meant being a tribute; yet he also felt that not being noticed was awful. Newton felt like he would never be recognized for his achievements, he would always be stuck doing what his father has done, and what his fathers father did before him.

While there would never be any recognition for his work, Newton did not want to gain any for being a tribute, so he would deal with the circumstances. Coming up from out of his thought, he saw a girl, quite near his own age he would assume, having a hard time getting around. It was not that she was lost or anything, but she just kept running into people and falling over. If Newton was not a decent person, than surely he would laugh at the comedy from this; much to his chagrin, he saw and heard many people laughing at the girl. He figured she was rich, the girl stumbling around, because she appeared to not be in the greatest hurry and she was also well mannered. With good intentions in mind, he did want to help the girl out, but he was afraid of entering the wreckage zone surrounding her.

The next thing Newton knew, he was hit with a soaking wet light projectile. The thing did not hurt, and upon further expectation was a piece of paper, but now his hair would be ruined, quite the frustration to Newton. Apparently the thrower, the girl scrambled over to Newton, "Oh, I am so sorry. It was an accident, I promise!" This was clearly the truth, he noted, at least the accident part. The way that she said the 'sorry' made Newton feel like he was being talked down to.

No matter what the girl meant by her words, he was obligated by curtesy to answer her back, "It's no big deal, don't worry about it. I don't mean this in a rude way at all, but are you okay? You seem to be struggling quite a bit in getting through this crowd of people."

Other: Thanks for your consideration.

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 16:41:02 GMT -5

Post by Axium on Jan 7, 2012 16:41:02 GMT -5

Name: Axium
Age: 14
Previous experience:Er, um, well, I've been a moderator on a dead RP site and I'm creating a site, but its been a sorta bumpy road, as with all new RP sites. Here it is ---> Yeah, right here.
Why should we choose you? Well, to be honest, I have NO idea. I suppose I have lots of ideas and stuff, and I'm kind of an organization freak. I'm also a skilled reader, though not so much a writer, though i'm decent. I know javascript and some html, and of course USSB. I am a total nerd, and proud of it. I am an able communicator, and always in a cheerful mood. I work very diligently, and will always do my best. But most of all, I LIKE THGRPG.

Roleplay Sample: Very short, but...

Oct 19, 2011 17:08:37 GMT -5 Axium said:

Rowan’s mind was going mushy. That powerful, calculating, photographically-memorizing machine of his coughed, sputtered, gave a final wheeze, and died. That’s how it always was when he tried to talk to strangers. ”Uhhh… er, um…” Even though his brain shut down, his mouth apparently didn’t get the message. It continued sputtering and slurring and he could do nothing about it without his brain.

And then the girl looked him directly in the eye.

Well, that did it. Inside Rowan’s head, his broken brain exploded. Tiny pieces were hurled at the walls of his skull, beyond repair. Outside, he could feel his temperature rising, redness going to his cheeks. Now that his brain no longer existed, he couldn’t even do anything. He awkwardly stood there, his mind blank and his eyes staring off into space, which just happened to be into the girl’s eyes.

”It’s no problem,” the girl said, though somewhat spiteful.

Gradually, Rowan got a new brain (Through the brain order hotline, 1-800-NEWBRAIN). ”Oh, um, hi, uh, sorry for, uh, staring. Um, I’m going to practice, uh, archery now, so, uh, see you later?” He started taking quick steps to flee this awkward and embarrassing scene.

Other: Yeah, I'm not that well known around here, but I still hope you consider me. Thank you!

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 16:53:19 GMT -5

Post by pthalorarity on Jan 7, 2012 16:53:19 GMT -5

Name: Josh/Pthalo

Age:

[/color] 22

Previous experience: As far as roleplaying is concerned, I was the head gamemaker of The Tumblr Games 2, before stepping down as y'all know. In the past (like 8 years ago) I modded for a sailor moon RPG, but that website is long gone I'm afraid (I'm so old!). That age, however, does also play to my advantage though. I have been an active member of rpg forums since the age of 11. That is almost 11 years of experience in this. I've been approached by a couple rp sites to mod at various times, but I turned all down for various reasons, but mostly because I wasn't as passionate about them as I have found myself about this site.

I also have other experience in regards to maintaining other websites as I am one of the admins of the illustration website Square Carousel Collective. I've been a leader in a number of organizations throughout my life. I was the vice president of five different clubs while in high school and became the president of the greek organization Zeta Kappa Delta my junior and senior year in college.

Why should we choose you? I know that I've only been a member of the site for around six months now, but I still feel like I would be an excellent candidate for this position. Firstly, as an artist and illustrator by profession, I work at home for the most part which offers me plenty of free time to dedicate to the website. As someone who runs my own business, I'm also very organized and would bring a professional level of workmanship to my role as moderator.

I also think that I have a lot of creative insight when it comes to The Hunger Games as it is one of my own artistic inspirations, and I think that would be a great thing to bring with me in my moderation duties. Even though I may not be a veteran member of the site yet, I have truly come to love being here and being able to make friends with such wonderful Hunger Games fans in an interactive way. I would love to be able to take a larger role in bringing this site to life and to help give the great experiences that I've had so far to other members as well.

Roleplay Sample:

Oct 13, 2011 6:09:48 GMT -5 pthalorarity said:

Charm couldn’t help himself from giving a little jump as Saber breathed on his neck to speak to him. The warmth from Saber’s strong hands sent a chill running through Charm’s spine as they touched his bare shoulders; he was now regretting his decision to wear a tank top. Though Saber’s threats may be intimidating to others, Charm would never back down under the pressure of his bitter rival. He turned around to face him, but was startled by the closeness. Saber was inches from his face.

He looked into the deep hazel eyes of the giant before him. The glare of those eyes that stuck fear into so many others didn’t affect Charm. He continued to look quizzically into those eyes for a moment as he recalled a time a girl from another training group literally wet herself in fear, quivering under that ferocious gaze. He had a look like a lion ready to pounce. Yet at the same time there was something more to this look. Charm only caught it on occasion though; it was a mix between pain and longing. It was strange how that one passing look in Saber’s eye could spark a feeling of near pity in Charm. Then of course reality sank back as he recalled all of the awful words Saber had spat at him just hours before. Charm’s eyes narrowed into a glare.

“You and I both know Saber that I don’t need bodyguards to defeat you. Your arm is enough to prove that!” Charm snarled and got even closer to Saber’s face. “Your bullying tactics make work on some of the others, but they don’t work on me. I don’t know why you hate me so much, and honestly, I don’t care! You know, I could sit here and point out all of your flaws and insecurities too! You think I don’t know them? But no, in every fight I choose not to, because I have decency—something that you, Saber Malachite, should consider getting. Maybe then people would like you.”

Just after talking about having the decency not to mention insecurities, Charm had to throw that last part in there. He winced as soon as the words left his mouth; he hadn't meant to bring that up. He knew at least part of the reason Saber hated him so much was that he had taken the spot light from him upon his arrival and kept it ever since. Charm couldn’t help it though, it was just in his personality to be, well, charming. He captivated and manipulated people so easily, except for Saber that is. For the longest time, Charm had just wanted Saber to like him, to approve of him, but not once did Saber give in to the allure of Charm’s charisma. Finally Charm gave up and embraced the rivalry, hating Saber for his stubborn, unyielding arrogance.

Almost everyone had taken Charm’s side in any matter between the two. He didn’t even have to try, even with his captivating nature, it wasn’t hard to be more liked than the brooding boy who bullied and bossed around all of those around him. Granted Charm was a bully and bossy in his own right, he just knew how to spin words and make people think they wanted to do just what he wanted them to. He wasn’t innocent in this tale either, and deep down, he knew it. That was his own demon to face: who is the real Charm Lazuli? The manipulative individual who spins kind words to his liking? Were the things he said ever genuine? He was always questioning. And worse yet, whichever was the real him, did anyone even care for that version of Charm? If he didn’t know, how could anyone else… and if no one else knew, then how could anyone truly care about this secretly completely insecure teenage boy.

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Other: Whether or not I am selected now, I would really like to be considered for a more active role on the site in the future. It's truly an amazing experience for fans and I want to be as much a part of it as I can. =)[/blockquote][/size][/justify]

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 16:55:48 GMT -5

Post by Snakebird on Jan 7, 2012 16:55:48 GMT -5

Name: Snakebird
Age: 14
Previous experience: Gamemaker on Hunger Games Origins, Admin of a few dead sites.
Why should we choose you? I'm fairly active, I know a lot of the members, I've been here for a long time, and know how stuff works around here, having been a member for almost 2 years. I consider myself friendly, I am a good communicator, and resolve conflicts often in my family. I have a lot of free time, and consider myself to be good at examining characters, and I like to read threads on here

Roleplay Sample:

Jan 6, 2012 20:44:20 GMT -5 @coltonsellard said:

Colton Sellard, District 10
(After prep teams, before other threads)

Immediately after I was done being dressed up as a cow, I was ushered to the building where we would be led out in the opening ceremonies. I really wanted to just tear off this costume, and run away from it all. I was trapped though, and I would never be free to do anything I wanted ever again. Even in my home district, where I was hated, I still had a certain amount of freedom. It was unspoken that I could go almost anywhere I wanted outside of the main town area, and I was able to go to a few stores in the district to buy necessities. I never felt comfortable going inside stores that didn’t belong to my mother’s few friends. The storekeepers looked at me like I was lower than trash, the scum of the district. They hated me for how I was born; my father flaked out, and never married my mom. I hate him for that, because if he hadn’t of done that, I would have led a fairly normal life.

I stood on top of the chariot, next to Damia, my district partner. I didn’t know her very well, and she was one of the normal people in the district. I guess I resented that, in a way, as she had what I didn’t; a full and complete family, and a normal life, until now. She was pretty, but the animal costume was kind of freaky. It definitely detracted from her natural beauty, and that was a shame. I looked around, and noticed the costumes of some of the other districts. District One was wearing clothes completely covered in diamonds. Then the door at the front opened, and they rolled out into the square, completely blinding some of the people behind them, including me. I let out a mutter of annoyance, and then tried to look normal as the rest of the districts rolled out. We were near the end of the line, and when we rolled out of the stable area, I heard some cheers for us. It seemed that after the last games, where our tributes had been a scared little girl that had died on the first day, and a raving psychopath that thought he could light stuff on fire with his mind, they didn’t have very high expectations for us.

We rolled into the middle of the square, and remembering what I had seen other tributes do before, I waved. I probably looked ridiculous, like a cow that suddenly decided that it was going to get up and walk around, completely defying logic. I let loose a small chuckle, forgetting for a moment that I was going to die soon. It was a few seconds before I snapped back to reality, and by that time we had begun to enter the city circle. The anthem played from speakers behind us, and the president stood and gave a crappy speech from the podium in front of us. I don’t see how he thought this was right; I don’t understand how he could send us to die. It was a slaughter of the lambs, a massacre of innocence. It was not merciful, it was not just, and it certainly wasn’t fair punishment for the transgressions of the rebels. I leaned back my head, looking up at the sky, and let out a silent scream of rage. The chariots circled back around, taking us back to the stables. I was still shaking the entire way back.

When we reached the training center, I hopped off my chariot, running as fast as I could to the door. I ripped the cow costume from my body, tearing it off in bits and pieces, scraps of black and white cloth scattered up the path to the door. I took the stairs two at a time, using my hands as well as my feet to propel me upwards. I reached the tenth floor, and grabbed a bottle wine from the counter. Nobody would miss it. I pried open the bottle, and ran into my room, shutting and locking the door. I collapsed on my bed, clutching the alcohol. I drank a long swig, and then another. I let loose the flow of emotion that had been building up inside me since my name was called at the reaping. Tears flowed down my face, and I fell over, spilling the wine on the carpet. I sat there like that, sobbing uncontrollably, until sleep took over an hour later, and I drifted off into oblivion.

Other: I hope you consider my application

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I'm back.

Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 16:57:11 GMT -5

Post by Nofo on Jan 7, 2012 16:57:11 GMT -5

Name: Marina
Age: Seventeen
Previous experience: None
Why should we choose you?I’ve been on this site for over a year. I’m a devoted and active member with a lot of experience dealing with new members. I know I may be very abrasive at times, but I’m trying to improve on that. I want to help this site by helping the new members. I want to help this site grow. I may not have the best people skills, but I do have friends on this site. I try to help out however I can. I love answering questions and giving whatever help I can give. I can check a bio and I read a lot of posts here and I have an eye out for violations. I’m often alerting moderators on apparent violations I find to make their job a little easier. I am volatile and maybe that will hurt my chances but like I’ve been saying, I don’t mean to do anything that may hurt the site. I deeply care about this site and I don’t want to do anything that could hurt it.

Roleplay Sample:

Jul 19, 2011 14:24:26 GMT -5 Nofo said:

i tie my hands up to a chair so i don't fall that way

The Wealth was in their hands. Aénor’s alliance had the Wealth. They were one step closer to victory. The Bloodbath had been anticlimactic, but The Bad Kids were victorious anyway you chose to look at it. Aénor smiled as she looked around the desert surrounding her. She recognized this biome, it was in a book she read about the times before. Savannah and Desert surrounded her like the pages of the book about the wonderful creatures of Africa. She knew that Jungles were also in Africa. Jungle provided shelter, food, and water. It was dangerous there, because even though she could hide, the creeps that lurked in the moist green mess could watch her every move. She would never be safe there. Aénor had weapons however. Her weapons were great. Aénor grabbed a flail from the Wealth but decided to discard her whip. Her numb but nimble gloved fingers reached a silver helmet that fit nicely on the towheaded girl. Whatever doubt was in her thoughts faded when she saw the boy from District Four. She barely knew him, but Seah made her comfortable. Aénor was willing to follow him anywhere. The thought that she may have to kill him didn’t cross her mind. She wanted them to be together as long as possible. Aénor already felt as if she knew him as well as she knew herself.

Her blurry eyes watched her District partner and the girl from District One. It was time to go. They couldn’t stand in the Cornucopia forever. It wasn’t safe in the Cornucopia. Muttations were all around her. Aénor couldn’t see them, but she felt their presence. The girl knew to get somewhere better secluded from prying eyes. Her death was impending but she wanted to delay it as long as possible. She jabbed her fingers behind her to the trees in the distance over the rolling hills of sand. Maybe they could build a home of vines. Any shelter was better than none. Her feet began to move uncomfortably in the Combat Boots. Sand was hard enough to walk in barefoot, but this made it impossibly more difficult. She tripped multiple times within a hundred feet from her position where she put them on. Aénor must have looked like a fool on national television. She couldn’t care because she was more than likely never to see the faces of anyone watching. Walking in the desert was the most uncomfortable thing she had ever done. The salt in the air dried out her mouth as she walked and burnt her nose and throat with every breath she took. It wasn’t even evening yet as the sun’s position suggested, but she wasn’t ready to believe the arena’s sun. It seemed as if she’d been at the Cornucopia for ages, surely the Gamemakers could manipulate the position of their generated sun.

Her silver eyes were beginning to realize that the trees she saw were farther away than the mile they suggested earlier. She had read about the desert playing tricks on you, but she knew that the trees were actually there. That jungle of green had to exist. She was going to stay there for the night. She had to find somewhere close to safe. Aénor’s jungle seemed to be the safest bet for her. It was secluded well enough from other tributes. They were menacing anyway, no one in their right mind would mess with the Bad Kids. She had to ask herself, however, was she even in her right mind? The Arena messed with people. She knew all of the stories about tributes going mad, why should she be any different? The girl wondered about her companions. How was Seah coping with the Arena? Was he missing his family? Aénor knew that she didn’t miss hers, or at least she refused to accept that she loved her grandmother deep inside. Aénor examined the Gage boy once again, he was attractive enough for her but he seemed too messed up inside. Everyone in school heard the rumors about him and Katie Morven. Aénor couldn’t blame him if he still harbored feelings for Aénor’s predecessor. That brought another thought to her head if she walked, how could she compare to the marvelous kind girl from her District who made it to the final two the year before Aénor’s Games? Would they call Aénor a mistake? Would she have people hoping for her death because she didn’t meet their standards? Aénor was no Katie Morven. She had something in common with Soyala, in that sense. They both had to meet up to the standards set from the tributes before them. Soyala was following Dru, Topaz, and Anastasia. All three were front-runners in the Games, and Topaz even won. Anastasia’s death came way too early, but still she was a terrific character.

Soon enough, night began to fall and Aénor was only a half-mile away from the Jungle. She was sure of it this time. It began to grow larger and larger in her eyes. The ground was still covered in hills. They were almost close enough to where they would stay for a night. Deep inside, Aénor hoped it wouldn’t be her last night alive. She had signed over to death but she wasn’t ready yet. Death must wait for her. Aénor would die when she chose to die. The girl was ready to fight until her dying breath. Aénor tripped again in her Combat boots, but she grabbed onto Gage for support. She whispered an apology in his ear and began to walk again. Closer and closer she got to the patch of green and the closer and closer she got to pure panic. She was beginning to regret her decision to go in there. Aénor was night blind. She wasn’t able to see in front of her. She grabbed onto Gage again as he led her through the sand. It was still warm even though dark was upon the Arena. Finally, Aénor was led to camp. Aénor was impossibly tired from the trek. She fell onto the ground in a heap and she was asleep.

Soon enough, the sounds of the jungle awoke Aénor. She opened her eyes to see Soyala and Seah laying next too her. Gage was on Soyala’s side. Aénor was the first to awaken. She sat up slowly as to not disturb the others. The fact that she was even alive when they could have just killed her last night surprised her. She had a newfound respect for her allies. The jungle was large, but it wasn’t as dense as she suspected. Still, it provided cover. Animals were around her, but she didn’t see anything that visibly posed a threat. That was until she saw colorful spots round the corner. She slowly crept to a tree, where the now awake Gage was also hidden. She could now see a large cat. The realization began to hit that this was a Jaguar, albeit mutated and combined with something. Her instincts told her that this cat was colorful for a reason. Poison.

“Gage…” Aénor whispered slowly as she readied her flail, and Gage did the same with his spear.

i took a sip of something poison but i'll hold on tight

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 17:03:36 GMT -5

Post by Meghan on Jan 7, 2012 17:03:36 GMT -5

Name: Meghan
Age: 17, but I'll be in 18 in March!

Previous experience: I am an active administrator on the site Hogwarts Interactive Roleplay. (Characters: Terry Boot (primary), Amera Percy (secondary), Laine Bailey, Piper Weasley, Sylvia Mercury, Bellatrix Black, and Professor Aria Canton.)

I am one of two administrators on the corresponding facebook and twitter pages.

I (with the help of a couple of staff members), created a Pirates of the Caribbean Roleplay (I primarily coded and created boards), but the site has not been open to the public due to a focus on its sister-site, HIRP. You can view it here.

I have also moderated and/or administrated numerous sims 2 sites, and was a specialized moderator (on a genre-specific board) on Scribblers Abode.

Why should we choose you? I specialize in character creation and sorting. I have experience reviewing applications, which includes helping beginning writers flesh out their characters and checking for major grammatical and/or spelling errors.

I have experience moderating and administrating. I have a good memory for rules, and can enforce them in an approachable, friendly manner. I am also very good at getting to know new members, answering questions, and directing members when they are lost or confused (sounds like a job, doesn't it? XD).

I absolutely love moderating and administrating. I am a perfectionist, and I'm willing to spend hours cleaning up the directory, reviewing applications, and fixing board errors. I know I am a newer member, but I am a very hard worker, and I believe this would make me a good addition to the team. I enjoy reviewing applications, moderating, and just helping a site be a friendly atmosphere. I would be willing to email applicants who have disappeared, and help out in anyway I can! I also only have one character here, so I would have a lot of time between posts to review applications, or help out people.

I have connections all over the internet, so if needed, I could help the site network and expand. I know this is a lot for a simple moderating application, but I believe I have the necessary experience and attitude to help the site run smoothly and expand. Character creation is my specialty, and I enjoy helping others. (In fact, my real life job is primarily helping others, as well as music administration work, lol!) I really love this site, despite being a new member, and I can't envision myself leaving for any reason.

Roleplay Sample:

Site: Hogwarts Interactive Roleplay
Thread: First Floor Corridors
Character: Sylvia Mercury

The shadows had often been a place for reflection from the world. With her dark hair and shady demeanor, Sylvia had always blended right into tapestries and corners. Especially in the dark, where monsters lurked and innocent couples found their call. A wandering student wouldn't expect danger within the halls of Hogwarts, even at night. The student body generally relied on the security of their professors, or the stone walls which surrounded the school. Not many would suspect a danger coming from within the boundaries of the old castle. In fact, many naive, wizarding families believe there was no safer place than Hogwarts. Of course, this was not true anymore. Yet, students still found themselves wandering the corridors alone at night.

It was the perfect opportunity. As the unaware Hufflepuff flounced past Sylvia's hiding place, Jordanna's words echoed in the Slytherin's mind. Tonight. Sylvia smiled a sickening grin. One that could turn the bravest Gryffindor cold. Silently, she drew her wand from the pockets of her black dress. The girl's unfortunate heels prevented her from moving swiftly through the dark hall. The pace she had set was unbearably slow. It would be easy to extinguish her life within seconds. That seemed unnecessary. Sylvia's thirst for another's death seemed too big to rush. Instead of acting right away, the Slytherin drew her simple black cloak around her. With a few choice words, she conjured a feeble, plastic muggle mask for a temporary identity.

Within a few moments, she was stripped of anything that identified herself as Sylvia Venus Mercury, the twin. Instead, she was simply a shadow within a white mask. The Hufflepuff was still blissfully unaware. Unaware of the budding danger. With a quiet rustle of her robes, Sylvia drew a simple pocket knife. Sharp enough to draw blood, yet as unsuspicious as one could get. It worked for the situation.

A small shiver of excitement ran through her spine as she pushed herself from the wall. For every loud, echoing, yet timid step the Hufflepuff took, Sylvia replied with a silent, gliding one of her own. In one, pale hand hung her knife, ready to attack when her presence was detected. In the other - her wand: a simple defense mechanism. Sylvia didn't want to kill until after she had relayed her anger onto this girl. It simply wouldn't be as satisfying. The tension the hall which had encased around the pair was much more ideal. Sylvia's black hair billowed past her shoulders, while her bangs framed the new, white addition to her features. Only her dead, dark-blue eyes could be seen past the disguise. The girl slid her feet along the corridor, slowly, following what could be her first victim of the night.

It was an enchanting site for the wicked.

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Squirming seemed to be the Hufflepuff's speciality, especially underneath Precious Hindert's foot. The girl's silent screams and struggle would be of little use for her safety. There was no escape now. Not for the pink-haired foolishness that had overcome the girl. "Be brutal. Have no mercy." Precious announced her blessing. As if it mattered to Sylvia. Death would present itself to anyone who crossed the wrong path that night, regardless of their standing. Either they were with her, or they weren't. Tonight, Sylvia was pulling the strings.

Silence was not a barrier to escape. Precious may have blocked the door, but she had removed her heal from the girl's spine. This gesture could cost them their victim if she was quick in the mind. Judging by the current scenario, however, the Hufflepuff had checked in her brain at the shoe store. Or before. It was never sensible to walk in heels as high as hers. The pair left her vulnerable to danger. As the girl struggled, perhaps in the idea to get up - Sylvia made her move.

With her wand, she shot a simple binding charm. A black ribbon laced itself around the girls flailing hands, tying them together. It was enough so the victim could not fight back with her wand. Before the girl could move, she swooped in and pushed her to the ground with a foot. Kneeling down, she peered at the frightened human with her dead eyes.

"Should of thought twice before wandering out tonight. What gave you the idea you would be safe?" Sylvia's voice was soft and deadly. It almost felt lifeless, as if spoken from beyond the grave. "You will never be safe here. You do not deserve life." A grin spread beneath the mask again. The same chilling one as before. Her anticipation had frayed, leaving her with the immediate desire to inflict as much pain on this being as humanly possible.

She stowed her wand in the pocket of her black robes with the knowledge of its upcoming usefulness. In order to enjoy the kill, she was to build it up. Within the next few seconds, she found the girls quivering arms in her grasp. For a moment, she examined the pale limbs with the flat side of her blade. Her eyes met the girls again with a painfully cold glare. Then, without hesitation - she brought the knife down across some of the victim's skin. That moment caused her to regret the silencing charm. She wouldn't be able to relish in her victim's screams. Again, she brought it down - enough to bring pain to the girl, but not cause an unsatisfactory death. Sylvia repeated the process until satisfied with the blood she had left on the victim's skin. Then, she pushed her roughly to the ground, kneeling over her with the knife.

"Say goodbye to your disgusting face." Truly, Sylvia hated it. The fact she had to be so close to this disgusting Hufflepuff. One who so gracefully clogged up the earth. It was utterly horrific to be in her presence. Still, Sylvia had a job to do. With one hand, she pushed on the girls collar to keep her pinned to the ground. With the other, she drew her knife within an inch of the victim's cheek. Sylvia smiled again.

Other: Thank you for this opportunity!

Last Edit: Jan 8, 2012 3:29:06 GMT -5 by Meghan

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 18:06:42 GMT -5

Post by d1f october rhapsody fray ❁ on Jan 7, 2012 18:06:42 GMT -5

Name: Clover
Age: 15
Previous experience:I have experience in graphics and coding from other forums, as well as a few years of experience as an admin on various pages, some of which no longer exist. I have been admin on and run 'A Harry Potter Roleplay' as well as facebook pages such as The awkward moment when Voldermort goes to put on glasses..., [15,000+ members], 'Here's some advice. Stay Alive.' -Haymitch Abernathy' and many others.

My personal proboards site, of which I moderate and admin, and also created, is a GONE roleplay site. It is still in the process of getting off the ground and being coded. I began it on the 8/1/12. Please bare in mind that it is still in the process of creation. Just a FAYZ

I have experience in writing, as I have written many novels and spent a total of two years roleplaying. I have taken coding classes and attend regular IT classes. I have also been a member of the site for some time now, and know my way around.

Also, I have been involved in many leadership positions in the past. Last year I was head of my school, and all the previous years I took on great leadership positions about the school and school community. I have also spent some time working for libraries and information desks in the previous few years.

Why should we choose you? I am incredibly active on the site. I am always in the Cbox, and have many hours a day to spend answering questions, welcoming new users, reading bios and doing all the other things that are involved in the job.

I have some experience with bios - many a time have I check over a bio for someone before a member of staff sees it, just to check for the essentials. I am approachable and fair, and not afraid to ask questions or admit I don't know something.

I have a good grasp of grammar and I hope I am understandable in my writing. I generally welcome and help around new members as it is, however being a member of staff would really help me to be more useful on the site. I have a good idea of the workload that comes with the position and I am constructive yet fair. If I were to come across a problem I wasn't sure how to deal with, I would contact another staff member and seek advice.

I believe I am dedicated and hard-working, and I love the site to pieces. I tend to be naturally welcoming and caring for new members, as I understand the confusion many of them feel. I am a quick learner and I have more than enough time on my hands to take on the job. I am dedicated ~~and addicted to reading bios~~ and ready to listen and learn. I try to be friendly and welcoming, and I believe that these are important skills when it comes to being a mod on such a great and active site.

My timezone is located in Australia, meaning I am on both at busy times and at times when other mods are engaged in jobs and school or sleeping.

I am keen to help the community expand - I have access to many people all over the world who would be interested in joining the site and helping it to prosper. I have the sites best interests at heart. Already I have been promoting the sight on various other pages, roleplays, forums and websites to help expand its members.

I will be incredibly sorry to see Luna go.

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Roleplay Sample:

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ira nightingale

age thirty-two
special forces peacekeeper
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.//the past

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"Tell us...tell us about your past..."

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Tell you about my past? If you're sure you want to know? Well...
It really depends on what you mean by my past. I could tell you so many things. Of my childhood dreams, of my parents. Of loves once loved, dreams once crushed. I could tell you of my parents and my childhood home. I could tell you many things... yet what is it you want to know?

"Tell us everything..."

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If you're quite sure, I will tell you. Nobody is listening. Don't worry, I've checked - the room is secure. And of course... this is entirely for business purposes? Now, let me begin. Don't interrupt.

My past began thirty-two years ago, yet my life began much later than that. Of course, you wish to know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Predictable. So, where was I? Thirty-two years ago, in the center of the capitol. Imagine it - a child born into a family with more money than they know what to do with. A family who cares for nothing but appearances and possessions and money. I cared little for any of these things, yet I cared little for anything.

My dreams? Well, as a child I dreamt of being a tribute, a victor, in the games. I watched them, unable to tear my eyes from the screen, and I loved them. Yet of course, for a Capitol child born to the daughter of a Game-maker, this could never be. My parents did not truly care for me - I was allowed to run freely as a child and do exactly as I pleased. It suited me, of course, yet I yearned for some grounding, some support, someone on which to base my ideas of right and of wrong. Parents, it turned out, let people down. I vowed never to have children.

I began training as a peace-keeper as soon as I was old enough to. All I wanted was to escape the Capitol, and this was the only way I could see. I went to all the right schools, used my parents to get me in with the right people. The fact that I was naturally ruthless and cold-hearted came to play here, too. Yet I was young. Foolish. I didn't understand that it wasn't just parents who couldn't be trusted. It was people.

"Go on, Storm..."

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Storm? Who dares to call me such a name? Only my idiot parents. I go by Iracebeth now. Ira. Now, hush. I thought I told you not to interrupt me? You asked me to talk, and talk I shall. Now, is that clear? I thought it might be.

Now...ah yes. People cannot be trusted. If you want a job done properly, do it yourself. As I said, I was stupid and young. In short, I fell for a boy, Henry, and I fell for him hard. He broke my heart when he left me, yet he did not leave me alone. He left me pregnant, with only myself and my dreams of grandeur to support me. I had said goodbye and good-riddance to my parents years ago, and now I was alone. Of course, Peacekeepers are forbidden to have children. And what I wanted was to be a Peacekeeper. So the child had to go. And go it went. Nobody ever found out about it, not even Henry. He left me bitter and heartbroken, untrusting and without guidance. So I guided myself, and now I am here. At this interview, standing before you.

Oh no, that is not everything that happened. You are right, of course. A suspicious miscarriage, neglectful parents and a broken heart could never have left me as bitter and untrusting as I am now. Of course, I did say I would tell you everything. So I shall finish what I started.

I was twenty when I committed my first murder. I guess I am driven by a need to control - stemming from my parents lack of control, perhaps - and a need for power. To progress and to prosper. To fill the hole that Henry left in my heart.

Anyway, I did what had to be done. I'm here now, am I not? I gained power. I was the first of the Special Forces Peacekeepers hired to deal with the rebels and the wanderers. The first. Yet I am not done. I shall not give up until I reach the top. I stop at nothing. There is no line.

I apologise. I'm afraid I got carried away with myself. Is there anything else you wish to know? Surely I have told you enough to be going with?

.//personality

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"Tell us about you...your personality..."

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Oh, this is just what I thought. Some kind of sick test, designed to test me. Well I'm not falling for it. This is meant to be a job interview - you are meant to be deciding on my personality, not me. Well, if I must. I do, after all, want the job. Very much.

I'm not going to talk about myself in a way that makes me seem insightful and special and modest. I'm going tell you what others say - what I have heard. My mother called me selfish - I guess this is true, to some degree. I only care for myself - yet who else should I care for. It is my job not to care for anyone, to have no ties. I fit that description perfectly. I've been described by many as ruthless, which is something I am proud of. I do not care for excuses or poor work.

That is to say, if I want something done right, I do it myself. Self-assured, maybe. Cold-hearted? Of course. Mesmerising - that was Henry - dear old Henry, never knew who's heart he was messing with until it was too late to go back.

Yes, I've killed people. People who stood in my way. People who deserved it. I'm not a manic, no, I'm far from it. I'm a realist. People have called me many things - complex, crazy, impossible. And in a way, it is true. I am many things. You ask me to talk about my personality, and somehow I mange to come up with an entire dictionary of words.

Motivated, yes. Driven, hardworking, merciless. Eh, it comes with age. Careless and inconsiderate are things I have been accused of many times. Never in my life have I been described as loving or cuddly or sweet - yet that is the way I like it.

Peacekeeper was a word I never understood. I have worked as one for eleven years now - yet never once have I felt as though my job was to maintain peace. Oh no, I am not questioning the ways nor the words of the Capitol - not one bit. President Snow has everything I want down to a tee. Hard work. Drive. Power and control. Maybe I will be like him. Maybe I will be more.

"And what are you...?"

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I'm not nice. And although I am often mistaken as such, I am not cruel. I am not, as I have been called, a slave-driver, nor am I a tyrant. I am me. Motivated. Knowing. Seductive and persuasive. Ira. The girl who refused to be called by her name, Storm, a storm in itself.

Unforgiving, yes, but not heartless. Never heartless. How can something be broken if it doesn't exist?

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"What do you look like...?"

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Oh please. This is getting beyond ridiculous. I'm standing right before you, and with the whole of Panem to ask of you choose to ask what I look like? Are you blind?

Of course. This is all part of the test. What are you testing? Truthfulness? Modesty? Well, I can assure you I am no great sight to behold. When I was young I was something of a beauty - soft skin, dark curls and cherry-red lips, yet now I am nothing. Age has taken it's toll on my features - what was once plump and filled with life now sags and is wrinkled. My eyes, once dark and intense, have dimmed to nothing. But why do you wish for me to tell you this? You want me to admit to you my greatest insecurities, maybe? Hand over a weapon for you to use? Well I care not for my looks, so you shan't find anything there.

"Elaborate..."

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All I'm saying is that if you are looking for something to use against me, I'm not going to hand...

"Elaborate on your looks...your appearance..."

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Oh. Well, I'm slender from my years of training, I guess. My cheeks are almost gaunt with age. Thirty is elder than it once was, I tell you. My body has not taken the years with grace.

My skin is still a porcelain white, my hands still smooth - the Capitol can do many things to a person, you know. I choose not to wear the make-up that others wear. My body remains free of tattoos. My clothes, while not on duty, are simple and elegant, however it is not always I who chooses them.

Wait...I must stop myself. I'm getting carried away again. How have you made me describe myself in such a way? I must want this job more than I know. Well, I hope I have passed your test.

"Not a test...questions...

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Questions, then. I don't care. It matters not to me. Oh. You wish for me to go on? Yet surely there is nothing else to say? My eyebrows? Well, they look like eyebrows, idiot. My hair is thick, dark and curly. I don't weigh an awful lot - don't ask me for my height or weight in figures - I don't know. A bit on the tall side, I guess. Slim. Dramatic-looking. Sharp features. High cheekbones. Full lips.

Ugh. A picture paints a thousand words, yes? Well I am standing right before you. That must be all?

"That is all..."

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Other: Thank you so much for reading and considering me. I want to say that the site is amazing and all of the current staff are amazing.

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 18:28:17 GMT -5

Post by glitter . on Jan 7, 2012 18:28:17 GMT -5

Name: Glitter
Age: Fourteen
Previous experience: I was the admin/creator of Love Is The Holidays in which I skinned and set up all the little forms for and while I was on a internet-less stint I was downsized from the site but I was a mod on Burn Book.
Why should we choose you? I do believe I am a rather liked person in the cast of the site. No, I'm not the most liked, but I don't really think anybody has a grudge against me, and I presume that's a good thing. I understand my activity level has swerved in the past, but I have recently been very active and helpful in the Cbox. I'm fairly responsible and think I have what it takes to make sure that applications are up to the standards we have, and I like to think that I would be a good addition to the staff because I've been on the site for over a year now and I know people who are older and have recently began to interact with newer members of the site.
Roleplay Sample:
Oct 11, 2011 22:06:52 GMT -5 glitter . said:

i let it ride on a bad bet, i doubled down on a sinking ship
i need a second to catch me breath, do you want me, or do you want me
dead? i'll give it up for at least a second, i'm getting sick of your
bullshit attitude, and how you walk around like you shine brighter
its killing me, so what do you say? Do you want me? Or do you want me dead?

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Czar Montal was usually the type of person who couldn't pay attention for more than ten or so minutes. His extreme attention spazzing was usually made possible by the large amounts of insanity that he went through on a daily basis. To say the least, district one was a fairly large place with many shiny things, and with his distraction being towards these said shiny things, he tended to wander around the district without thinking much of it. He didn't worry if he'd get himself into wretched situations and the like, he much preferred just wandering around and doing as he pleased, smiling at people if they passed or doing little things like count the birds in the trees or something. Then his mind would drift away from that, and find itself preoccupied by something that was completley unrelated. In all honesty, the thinking process of Czar was quick and unpredictable, enough so that most people were unaware of what he was thinking about.

This strange way of thinking had lead Czar in the general direction of a place in the district where he usually shouldn't wander. Sure, his family wasn't the richest, but they didn't live in the old, abandoned slums in the district. There weren't very many, but the ones that were there housed taverns and old buildings, ones reserved for the addicts and psychopaths. As a child, Czar had been warned that those places in the district were to be avoided by seemingly normal people, people who tried for things. Like his older sister, the socialite who'd pretty much married into money. She was one of those people that wouldn't go within a mile of that place, as she would call it, and while Czar knew this, the prospect of a new place quite intrigued him, and for that few minutes of the day, all he wanted to do was just walk around the part of the district that preferred cotton to silk and canteens to champagne. He needed to get away from his parents, to say the least, and he honestly believed that walking through would change him. His mind processed that, and if that wasn't enough, he didn't know what his mind was thinking about.

Which was the exact reason who Czar was on the street he was now. The pavement was crumbling on the sidewalk a bit, and it seemed like there was a few rinky-dink piano bars and a pawn shop in operation. It made him feel like he was in district six, minus the drugs and crazies and dead bodies. Okay, fine, maybe it was nothing like district six. But it still worked for him because he felt like he was going to places he'd never been before: places where the sidewalks weren't perfectly laid out to a flat, places where glass windows were all the fashion and seemingly the only things on certain storefronts. He might not of been a fan of the eroding brick of a building, but it was satisfying to get away from the gardenia-scented air of the indoors and to be outside in a place that wasn't perfect and plastic. Some place that had variety was nice, even if there were houses being taken over by ivy and he was paranoid about being taken hostage by that old man who was stumbling out of the bar. Yeah.... But variety was nice, and Czar really didn't dwell on that thought (as well as any other....) for too long before he saw an abandoned house.

It was a pretty house, actually. For something that wasn't necessarily modern, it was pretty. And seemingly more well taken care of then the other things. Sure, it wasn't all glass windows and bright colored curtains and cream carpets, but it seemed more wicked, more interesting than the other things in the abandoned and or drug ruined part of district one. It was... it was an interesting house. So when he walked up to it, his shoes echoing on the sidewalk, he wondered what the inside of the house would be like... And he assumed, since there were no signs or people, that it was a house that was fine to go into. It was made of brick, and thus, very stable, and weeds had been pulled out of it's gardenbed, so it must've been rather normally taken care of, but there was no real sign of people living there, so he just decided to venture into the house. Wriggling the lock on the door, it came open with a push, and when he stepped into the first room, it was awful dark, but he was sure he saw something flicker... or something.

So he stepped up the stairs, breathing light and steps rather quick. He reached the top of the landing and saw a lighter, something in the dark flicker, followed by a bloodcurdling scream. Like, a murder scream. Czar looked around, light blue eyes flicking from side to side. He stepped back a step and with his most composed voice, tried to say something that was coherent and loud enough for the screaming to stop. "Oh! No! Uh... STOP SCREAMING. Uh... I'm just here to like... look at the house! I was curious! Stop screaming! I don't mean any harm! I'll even leave, does that sound okay? I'll leave!"

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Donuts...Yum. :)

Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 18:33:48 GMT -5

Post by Sam on Jan 7, 2012 18:33:48 GMT -5

Name: Sam
Age: 16
Previous experience:
I was a moderator on a different RP site for awhile but then the admin closed the site as no one was coming on and so I have no link for you. :/ But I mostly helped open new boards and other stuff. I did the majority of the boards and site work as most of the other staff bailed.
Why should we choose you?
I've been here for nearly a year now. I've been extremely devoted and I'd love more than anything to be able to help even more. I love making bios, but I would actually really love to approve bios as well. I've been told I give kind, but useful feed back and I love to improve writing, both my own, others and any writing pieces I can get my hands on. Since I joined, I've found a way to be on every single day. I really, really try to be extremely puntual with posts, but I will be understanding if someone can't get get back to me right away. I have been in one Hunger Games and my character was Jaimie Maccon. She was district twelve though, and she died pretty quickly. I think this oppurtunity would be awesome for me because I really would like to be able to contribute more to this site because there are some really great people and writers on it and so much work has been put into it by other awesome staff members and I'd love to be one of those awesome staff members. I also think I deserve it. I'm extremely devoted and I try to be a quality member by being punctual with my posts and not causing trouble with other staff members. I think I'm pretty well liked around here, even if I'm not greatly noticed. xD I'd definitely pull my load and I'd try to keep the site peaceful as well as possible. I'd like nothing more than to be given a chance to prove myself.

Roleplay Sample: (ONE is sufficient, thank you.)
thehungergamesrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=eight&action=display&thread=29529

Other: There's nothing really besides what I've already said. I hope you'll consider me seriously.

Ria + Kinetis= <3 Forever!!!

sbeeg
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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 20:14:45 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jan 7, 2012 20:14:45 GMT -5

Name: GreenBeads
Age: 17
Previous experience: None
Why should we choose you?
I'm active and I already answer questions when they're brought up in the c-box. I've been here for awhile and I feel like I'm at least acquainted with a number of people and can talk to the ones I'm not. Seeing as I'm on this site way too much I can at least put that time to good use and help the site.
Roleplay Sample:
~Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping~

Eponine Deschiens

~I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping~

The cold that night was the worst it had been all year. It held a deep set chill that you could feel all the way down to your bones. It made your fingers numb and your nose turn a dark blue color. You'd forget you had a body sometimes, sitting curled up in the snow trying not to move- trying to remember what warmth was like. Eponine wanted more than anything to be warm. It had felt like forever since she had. Rubbing her hands together, she let a long breath out, watching the steam it made curl up in the air and vanish.

It was going to be a hard night, she could tell already. An extra, thin layer of snow had fallen on the District and the winds were even crueler than usual. The young girl pulled her jacket closer around her body trying to keep her body warm but it was no use. She was chilled to the bone. Sitting down on the curb in front of a closed down shop. It had broken windows and was full of dust. The girl considered it for a moment and decided it wouldn't be a half bad place to stay the night. That is, if Gavroche ever showed up anytime soon. Her brother had begun to go out on his own, staying elsewhere leaving the sixteen year old by herself to fiend from the cold.

Looking up, Eponine watched a few stray snow flurries fall towards the earth before being caught by a gust a wind and blown across the District. Pulling her knees up close to her chest to rest her head on, Eponine felt completely spent. Her joints ached and she had only a slice of bread to eat all day. Even that had been stale. She thought could take. Eponine had thought she could survive the streets of District Eight but that was before she had actually tried to. It felt impossible now. The girl felt she had a better chance in the Games than here.

Taking in a breath, she felt her throat thicken and her eyes become moist. Crying was weak, but Eponine felt weak. She felt hopeless. Maybe she should just cry, curl up in the snow and let the cold do its work. Maybe it would be better if the pain all ended now. Looking up from her knees, Eponine felt numb. Hungry, cold, lonely and numb.

Other: Thank you for reading my application for, like, the seventh time.

Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]
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cozy, queer af

Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 21:08:21 GMT -5

Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jan 7, 2012 21:08:21 GMT -5

Name: Thundy
Age: 16
Previous experience: Member Relations and Mod here. :D
Why should we choose you?

I've been here for about 3 years, and I'm not going anywhere. Mostly I miss helping out, being able to fix problems, accepting bios, and all in all just working. When older members come back and ask for my help because they assume I'm still staff, I hate not being able to do anything. When I resigned, I honestly believed that I would be facing a challenge juggling here and school, and I'm not. I'm in the cbox all the time, mostly looking for something to do when I'm not up for RPing. I love helping more than anything, and I'm always here and willing to do what needs to be done. I miss it so much.

Roleplay Sample:

I can't hold a glass of wine yet
But they think it's fine to have me hold a gun

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Seah, you need to go train.

Seah, can you help me work today?

Seah, you're not attacking correctly. Dammit boy, get it right.

Seah, it's time to train again.

Seah, why are you failing in school?

Seah, training time.

Son, this is your year. I know it.

”Seaborgium Storstrand.”

He already knew what to do.

Try not to look surprised. Chin up. Back straight. Shoulders back. Smile. Smile wider. Look pleased. Don't fidget with your hair. Hold your hands by your sides. Walk. Strut. Look like you have some damn self confidence. Look at the camera. Think something fascinating and make the entire country think that you've got a deep dark secret.

End up thinking of kittens by accident.

Oops.

Seah couldn't stop himself from snickering as he climbed the steps to accept his death sentence.

He turned proudly, waved to the crowd, then threw a polite smile at mayor whatshisname. The outfit that his father had picked out for him clung to him uncomfortably, but he didn't let it show. His expression was put together for him, no assembly required.

Reaching out, he grasped the hand of the pretty tribute girl and shook it. A layer of sweat rested on his palms.

They told him not to think of anything. To not dare to even look at his family. To smile and play the part that would bring him home, make them proud.

So he did.

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Staff Search #10 Jan 7, 2012 21:32:08 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Jan 7, 2012 21:32:08 GMT -5

Name: Damen
Age: Seventeen
Previous experience:
Dark Dusk [Twilight RP] as Global Moderator, followed by Co-Admin
Pokemon Cheyenne as a moderator

Why should we choose you?
Having the chance to be an even bigger part of this site than I already am would be such a great opportunity. I'm definitely active, I have been here for almost a year and a half and I don't plan on leaving for quite a long while. When it comes to the bios, I actually have fun just reading them as it is now and it would be great to put that to use. When it comes to people skills, I do believe that I could succeed with that as I try to talk to everybody around and I try to fix anything that I can when staff aren't around. Stalking threads is also a hobby of mine, so that's good I guess. Giving 110% is kind of what I've tried to do my whole life and it definitely applies here as well. Really, I know I would give this job everything I had. Hopefully all of you think I would too.

Roleplay Sample:

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Sundra wasn't even my sister and yet, I could feel myself breaking down. Maybe it was because she was Europa's sister. Maybe it was because I cared about Europa and she was the only true friend I had ever had other than Trace and now she had to deal with the loss of another sibling. As if the death of Storm wasn't enough, she now had to deal with Sundra too. It was too much for somebody our age to have to handle. That kind of thing could break even the toughest man down. The death of a family member could make the strongest man cry. And it only made it worse that you had to watch them die on a screen. The Hunger Games made everything worse because the death of your sibling was shown to all who wished to watch. There were even some people who would bet on them. Some people would laugh as others die. Meanwhile, their families were ready to give up on life because of it.

I was ready to quit. Not many people ever learned that. I told Europa once but it was purposefully done in a casual way so as to not make things awkward. Yeah, I told her that I was thinking of killing myself to get away from this horrible world. Maybe it wasn't good to tell her that. I wouldn't want her to get the wrong ideas now that Sundra was gone too. Without her, I'd have no reason to live. Every part of me would be gone because Trace and Europa were no longer here. That's why I was standing outside her home, just wishing to see her face and to hold her in my arms. I wanted to tell her that everything would be okay and that things would get better if she just fought through it all. Who was I to talk though? I still thought that things weren't getting any better. But then again, I would stop at nothing to ensure that Europa was happy. Maybe that would help.

My eyes were locked on the door intensely and so it took a while for me to recognize that it was opening and the only other sibling that Europa had was standing in the doorway. My voice was quiet and although I tried to keep it calm and smooth, it cracked near the end. "I need to see Europa." The word need was emphasized as it wasn't a desire or a wish. She was surely breaking down more than I was and she definitely had a reason to. However, I was breaking down too and I just needed to be with her to feel myself being put back together. Europa made me feel whole. More than Trace ever did. He was my brother. He was my best friend. But Europa was there for me when he wasn't. And now, I had to be here for her when Sundra and Storm couldn't be.

It was never romantic between us. That's what most people would think if I said that I would be there for her until the end. But it really wasn't. I really never thought about her in that way. She was my best friend because I could talk to her about anything and I could act normally around her. So, people could think all the wanted. I wanted to be with Europa more than anything in this instant. Especially if she was hurting. When I saw her through the door way, I felt every part of me want to run in and hug her. But she looked fine. She almost looked as if nothing had happened. My eyes were locked on her as she dismissed Io and filled the doorway. "Hey Europa. How are you doing?" I barely got my words out before she started shaking. And then the tears came and every bit of me felt like dying.

Girls rarely cried around me. And any time they did, I hated the feeling I had. I felt so helpless because I couldn't do anything to help them. What could I do? Giving them a hug would only help with certain people and most girls wouldn't even let me hug them. Not since I withdrew from everybody, at least. Before that, girls would line up to hug me. But people change. Now, all I wanted to do was hug Europa. I wanted to comfort her. Maybe I needed a bit of comforting too, even if it meant seeing her smile. Even that would help me. I stepped closer towards her and offered my arms forward for a hug. It would be weird to just hug her if she didn't want me to. But something told me that she needed somebody to vent to right now. She looked so broken and somebody would need to help fix her.

And I would do whatever I could to do just that. My voice was nothing more than a whisper as I spoke as it was only for her ears and not for anybody else who may have been listening from inside the house. "Hang in there, Europa. I'm here for you. Everything is going to be alright." I didn't want to ever leave. Not now. Not after everything. It would be like Trace when he left me. He left at such a crucial moment. That wasn't who I was and I could never do that to Europa. I'd be by her side whenever she needed me. I had to be. Even if I didn't like that thought, every bit of my being would not let her go through this alone like I had to. She lost a sister and a brother. I lost a brother and a best friend. There was no way she would lose anybody else. I would make sure of it. There was no way she would go through life alone now. There was no way she could go through the same thing I went through, entering into a deep depression.

No. That couldn't happen.

[thanks to millie from caution for the pictures]

Other: Luna D: That really sucks. But good luck to everybody! And to the staff cause you guys have to make the decision.