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[TILLY BANG!]

yes thats right. tilly wants a staff team to help her with the site. and yes i am that sad that i talk about myself in third person sometimes lol. anyway, this will also be posted up on caution too, but please bare in mind i dont want staff that are just going to poof on me ok thanks?

first things first, activity is required. no you dont need to be on twenty four seven but majority of the week is always good and would by far be perfect.

i want people that are going to plot with others, be open and friendly and can help people around the site.

creativity is loved. if you have an imagination and can come up with ideas for the site that would be fab. i dont want staff that arent going to give any critisim. i want staff that are going to say 'oh hey, maybe stick a zombie in there somewhere.' perhaps not a zombie but do u get my point?

chatty is always good in my book (:


the role will include advertising, sorting apps and dealing with members problems. along with roleplaying and generally being a lovely member on the site (:

experiance isnt required but please at least know your way around proboards. im not great with words so i just like to make it short simple and sweet kthanxs?

feel free to pm me (=

[b]alias;[/b]
[b]types of characters you play/play bys[/b]:
[b]previous experiance[/b] give me some ideas of where you have staffed before
[b]any graphics/work examples?[/b] id lovee to see some snippets!

[b]roleplay post example[/b] i want to know what your like

[b]why pick you?[/b] what can you bring to my site?

[rose emma weasley]

alias;Kate
types of characters you play/play bys: Rose Weasley, Female, Gryffindor- Emma Stone.... Usually I play women, though I can play men. To be honest it really depends on the muse.
previous experiance I haven't staffed before, but I would love to get the chance to learn :)
any graphics/work examples? Again, no. I have Gimp, so I could do the basics, but that's about it..

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Christmas had always been a pretty holiday. No, pretty wasn't the word... More like beautiful. Snug in the Weasley home, drinking cocoa, the snow outside. It was their own little wonderland far secluded from any traffic or noise, muggle or witch. The house was completely remote and entirely lovely in the Winter time. Not that a lot of the Christmas Holiday was actually spent in the home of Ron and Hermione Weasley. Usually on the day the entire Weasley and Potter clan swept off to the burrow for a meal. It was actually pretty perfect, spending Christmas day with family, but Rose couldn't deny the beauty of the long winter nights spent at home. There had been a time when Christmas had also been pure and entirely happy. There was a time when the family had been complete. Now, things were more difficult. Rose couldn't imagine spending Christmas without her parents. How could she ever dream of being able to console her cousins? It had been years since the deaths and yet still Rose felt the full weight of what had happened every christmas, almost like clockwork when she realized that Aunt Ginny wouldn't come over and make sweet christmas deserts with her mother, when her Uncle Harry didn't look her over and say "Jesus, you're growing more and more like your mother every day." Rose found herself missing her father's response of "But she gets her good looks from me" even though at the time it had made her blush. It just felt wrong.

And yet, Christmas was still Christmas. People sang Carols and drank eggnog. There were just two less Stockings hung on one less fireplace. There were three Christmas jumpers now going unused. It wasn't supposed to be like that. Their family wasn't supposed to crumble. Death was not supposed to grip one family so tight they couldn't breathe. It wasn't fair. Things, as it turned out, were neer fair for a member of her ever growing yet ever dwindling family.

Rose found herself waking early. It was strange, that. When at school she was always hoping and pleading with herself for a few more minutes, yet now she found her getting out of bad and wrapping her night robe around herself. Slipping on her slippers, the decidedly brunette (she had changed her hair colour with use of a spell the night before, though it was a very temporary spell)Weasley padded down the stairs. It often surprised the girl how warm her house was, even in the depths of Winter. Her steps were almost silent as she made her way in to the kitchen. Seeing her cousin, she almost turned. Rose Weasley you chicken! It was just... he looked so broken. How could she handle that? Still, clenching her fists she moved further into the kitchen, putting the kettle on boil before turning, leaned against the cabinet, and watching James. "The way to appreciate and cherish a real good cup of joe is to drink it, just so you know." Forgetting her thirst, she moved to let the kettle cool and sidled over to sit in the seat by her (slightly) elder cousin. "You okay, Jamie?" It was rare for her to call him James. She never had when he was younger. It just didn't seem right to her.

My post count varies and I can write long posts if need be.
why pick you? I love roleplaying. I'll be on here incredibly regularly and I'm friendly and helpful. I will be forthcoming with advice and energetic and I love this site so I will try my hardest to help you with it. I will DEFINITELY plot with others. I'll try to roleplay with pretty much everyone as I love doing it. I'm creative. My ideas sometimes can be out there, but just shoot them down. I have plenty of ideas when muse is flowing that can actually be used. I'm friendly, fine with dealing with apps and any conflict. And I'm chatty :P DEFINITELY chatty.

[addedna flysly]

alias; andrew
types of characters you play/play bys: adults. never play students.
previous experience i'm a global mod on H:TEC at the moment and have been for at least a few years. i've admined several other sites that have sinced died due ot lack of activity. roleplaying-wise, i've been doing it long enough to know my way around things. i know proboards forum's like the back of my hand :P
any graphics/work examples? i make potterpuffs but haven't for a few months: example, i make my own signatures and avatars most of the time and have made banners for sites etc.

roleplay post example - here's a recent one of my wandless magic professor character who's a bit of a b****

It wasn't often that Evangeline ran out of potions but it seemed that she had done just that. Her cabinets were always stocked with multipule copies of each potion that she needed as to avoid this very situation. Even a brief rumage through her auxilary supplies was fruitless. She didn't know whether she was distracted or forgetful. She always left two days in every month free for potion preparation. One day to brew, the second to bottle. But somehow the vital occasion had gone unmarked in her calendar. Not only was she furious with herself but it was a large inconvience. She had set a permenant lingering curse on her brewing supplies to hinder any thevies from pinching her equipment the day she purchased her cauldron. The curse was so powerful that any counter attempts on her behalf would be an unproductive exercise and a waste of her valuable time. So, despite the unavoidable social conventions that would likely follow, she found herself forced to 'ask to borrow' someone else's.

It was only as she snaked down the spiral staircase to the dungeons that it occured to her that a talented young-ish witch like herself could merely skirt around the embarassment and awkwardness by using the school's very own potions classroom. Making the assumption that Professor Farrell wouldn't be aghast to the idea, she charmed her way into the classroom - promptly locking the door behind her. Approaching the central desk, she gave a few hand gestures and soon enough a cauldron, mixing spoon and cutting knife were presented neatly before her. Setting her bag onto the hardwood, she unloaded the contents before disposing of the recepticle beneath the teacher's chair.

"Coquere Inflamarae." Without motion, she uttered these words - bringing a low burning flame below the cauldron's underbelly. Opening a small metal chest she produced a sprig of twisted flax before setting it atop the cutting block. Reaching for the knife, she reached down to swipe at the plant when a scuttle to her side caused her to lose focus - slicing the flesh of her fingertip. "Morgana's claw.." she hissed, gripped her thumb tightly as the crissom ooze began to erupt. Eyeing in the direction of the door, she narrowed her gaze at the face she was met with.

length wise I have at least three good sized paragraphs+

why pick you? i'm friendly, i'm rather handy around graphics (though i must say it doesn't look like you need much help there), i'm addictively active and will be on everyday because i'm sad like that xD, i'm a potterhead to the max so i can answer questions etc. I LOVE to plot, so if ever we get round to an evilteam or whatever - i've got plenty of ideas. i'm a stickler for grammar and spelling.
if i'm honest, my weakness would be in approving applications. i can suggest improvements but i never know if it's what your looking for.

[Anastasia Roderick Gray]

alias; ERIN! lol
types of characters you play/play bys: I like to play all kinds of different chars, with different play bys.
previous experiance I have been staff in about 3 sites now.
any graphics/work examples? I made Olive's sig. :)

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Feb 19, 2012 14:07:35 GMT @eloise said:

"Are you learning about Dragons? The Hungarian Horntail and things like that"

The girl's voice made Ellie jump, leaving a large ink blot on her page. She ignored it, and said, "Yep, it's this year's NEWTs for COMC....I'm pretty glad it is, cos I know about a million facts about dragons, and all the breeds they come in." Ellie hoped she wasn't bragging, but she was proud about her knowledge on dragons. They were very interesting magical creatures, even if some people's view on them was fire-breathing vicious creatures. Ellie saw them as much more.

"They're pretty interesting, aren't they? Do you know a lot about them? Only I don't and I could use a bit of help seeing as my NEWTs are next year."

"Oh- yeah, I know pretty much everything there is to know about dragons!" Ellie said cheerfully. She knew she was beginning to make a study buddy here. "My dad works with dragons in Romania, and he's passed on every fact about dragons he finds out. I could tutor you if you want!" She hoped the girl wouldn't be creeped out. They had only just met, but Ellie would love to tutor a younger student, especially on her best subject.

(The tutoring sounds fun to RP out =P)

why pick you? Hmm, well i'm trustworthy and active, on every day, and I am kind and understanding. :)

[destiny quinn dubois]

alias; maria
types of characters you play/play bys: destiny dubois - liz gillies. i usually play girls but can play guys if need be. obviously, i have more experience as a girl so they're easier to play xD
previous experiance a site called domain of the delphi (click)
any graphics/work examples? click!

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It was such a nice day for a Hogwarts winter. This is what was going through Marisol’s head as she strolled down the edge of Hogwarts’ lake. Not a lot of people were outside, because it was cold, no point denying it. But it was sunny, and that refreshing kind of cold, not that I-think-someone-is-trying-to-amputate-my-toes kind of cold. And refreshing cold was Marisol’s favorite kind of weather. It was also just what she needed.

Saying she was overloaded with homework was like saying Einstein had been dumb. Marisol loved school, but she could only take so much without totally breaking down and starting to cry in front of everyone—embarrassing, much? And yes, she could deal with a lot, but deadlines and a lot of them—those were what threw her and made her just…break down! N.E.W.T.s were a lot to work towards, especially when you remembered that Marisol’s greatest ambition was to become a Healer—top grades were required. Only a few people had become them in the last few years, Marisol had noted, but she was determined to up that number by one. She was going to!

As she watched the icy blue water of the lake ripple, Marisol tried remembering the names of the people who had, but the only person she could remember at that moment was Opheliya Warrington, who had also been a Ravenclaw. This made Marisol stand a little prouder. Ravenclaws were common candidates for Healers. Probably the House with the most Healers was Ravenclaw.

Sighing, Marisol recalled the assignments that had made her flee Ravenclaw Tower. Three and a half rolls of parchment on the founding of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers for History of Magic; thirty-six inches on the history of Love Potions for Potions...ugh! An essay on the Seventeenth Century Wizards’ Rights Campaign of the Mariana Islands...no wait, that had been due last week...oh my God, she hadn’t finished it!—Wait yes, she had.

Head swimming with all the assignments she had yet to finish, Marisol knelt down on the dewy grass to unpack her bag she had brought with her. A blanket so she wouldn’t have to sit on the grass, a novel (Of Love and Squibs, a best-selling book to teenage witches), a bottle of pumpkin juice, and a package of Chocolate Frogs. Perfect for a few hours down at the lake to relax and unwind.

Lying on her stomach with her book open in front of her, Marisol began to read of the main character in Of Love and Squibs, Ciara Crawford. Ciara attended Hogwarts and was a sixth-year Gryffindor. Her twin sister, Isabel, was a Squib, a secret she was trying to keep. This reminded Marisol of her own twin, Allison, who had been adopted by the Shielding family. Marisol wanted to meet her twin more than anything, and knew she was at Hogwarts. She just had yet to find her.

Marisol became absorbed in the world of Ciara Crawford, her friends, and her boyfriend, Joe Middleton. The story reminded her of her own life.

”I can’t believe the amount of homework we have!” Ciara groaned as she and Joe headed out of the Potions classroom. “I mean, forty-eight inches? Has Professor Farcrow gone insane? We have lives!”
Joe laughed at this. “What are you aiming to be once you get out of Hogwarts, Ciara?”
Ciara rolled her eyes. “You know what I want to be! I want to be an Auror, Joe. How many times have I told you that? I thought you knew everything about me!” she mocked him, giggling as her dark brown hair swung like a pendulum, rhythmically. It was distracting to Joe, who replied calmly.
“I know you want to be an Auror, Ci! And if you want to be, you need top grades. Which includes completing Farcrow’s assignment.”
“You nerd!” Ciara giggled.

After this short scene, Marisol paused to eat a Chocolate Frog. She normally didn’t collect the cards, but this one she kept. Hector Dagworth-Granger! Maybe it would have something that would help her with her History of Magic assignment. Not likely, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? She took a swig of pumpkin juice and continued reading. The next chapter was involving Ciara and her best friend, named Asia. Marisol was jealous of Asia—large sparkling green eyes, fair skin, golden hair that would make that special boy fall to his knees and beg for her hand in marriage at first sight, something Marisol would pay all the Galleons in Britain for if that could happen to her. Asia was much like Marisol in personality, though, and Marisol admired the character for many reasons.

As Asia and Ciara climbed the stairs to their dormitory, Ciara recounted Joe’s words to Asia. Asia took them seriously. “He’s right, Ciara! You know the Aurors all had top grades. If you want to help bring You-Know-Who down, you need to get all O grades!”
Ciara laughed. “Completing this one assignment will not kill Him, Asia!”
Asia sighed. “Ciara, your education basically determines your future. You need to take school seriously. It’s about time, girly!” They both shrieked with laughter—girly was one of their inside jokes, still funny after its creation in their third year.

The book was really dumb, but Marisol liked it. She could relate to all the characters and all their problems. She took another swig of pumpkin juice and a large bite of chocolate frog as she read:

As they finally reached their dormitory, the girl they tried hard to avoid stuck her head out of the door. Alice Dimitman was bossy and way too pretty. She wore enough lipstick that you could paint the whole of Hogwarts with her lips if necessary. “Will you two shut up?” she asked. “I’m trying to work, so I won’t land a dumb job as petty as Auror!” she slammed the door in their faces. Asia shrieked with laughter.
“Petty!” she yelled, laughing, and yanked on the door so they could get in.

At this point, Marisol shut the book. She didn’t feel like reading, so she dug something else out of her bag; her knitting, which she had forgotten was in there. It was a blue, green, and gray striped hooded sweater. She had thought she had somehow lost it, but now she had it! Letting her fingers slide into the familiar routine of knit and purl, or whatever it is, she watched this simple cloth transform into something resembling a shirt. As she switched her yarn color, she finished her second chocolate frog—this one was a card for the witch Catrine Delmung, somebody she’d never heard of, who had apparently been the first woman Quidditch player on a professional team. Shrugging, she shoved it in her bag—Maybe Donald, one of her housemates, would want it. Donald was the Quidditch Captain, after all. He loved Quidditch with a passion.

Working with the more coarse gray yarn, Marisol had a lot of time to think. She composed about six inches of her Seventeenth Century Wizards’ Rights Campaign of Mariana Island essay in her head and locked it in her memory. Her memory was wonderful—she barely ever forgot anything. She wrote her essays in her head a lot—then she could copy it all down later. It saved a lot of time and unnecessary hassle.

As she began working on the hood, a small owl with gray feathers fluttered down next to her. It was her barn owl. ”Kenzie!” she exclaimed delightedly—her owl had a letter clutched in its beak. ”Thanks, honey!” she said as the owl flew off to join its friends in the Owlery.

Marisol slit the letter open. It was from her mother, who wrote to her about three times a month. An update from home. Nothing special, except for that her cousin’s wedding had been a wonderfully cultural experience and that her mum wished she had been their. Cousin Terry, who was Irish, had married an Indian woman, Noor. Noor, Marisol loved. She was twenty-five and just brilliant! She had attended Beauxbatons Academy, so she knew French. Noor was something of an older sister to Marisol.

As Marisol skimmed the letter, she felt a familiar prickle on the back of her neck—you know the feeling, like someone’s watching you. Marisol turned around and jumped. She had been correct. Someone was.

why pick you? i've had experience with staffing before. i'd be active and keep on top of my admin/mod/whatever duties, and would definitely keep active in the rp. and i'm chatty. very. xD

[AURORA ELI HARRIS]

alias; Sal
types of characters you play/play bys: Aurora Harris- Candice Swanepoel. I play all different types of characters.
previous experiance Some older sites, but they died, but I have owned my own site before.
any graphics/work examples? (Click Here, BE warned some of the graphics are rehosted.)

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Rayne was even more red than ever. Sirius. It's not because I am embarrassed, well I am, but its not a bad thing really. It's just very unusual for a guy to actually telling me I look pretty or I have a nice, beautiful smile. I am not really used to it. I am really not. Its really unusual for me. I guess I like it" She said pausing slightly, and taking a deep breath. She was about to say something, but his comments keep shocking her, and she was thrown off her train of the thought, once again. She shook her head. She felt very drawn to him like he was to her. She put her books back in her bag, and just looked at Sirius, and she felt nervous. She didn't know what to say. She felt like saying something. She would already tell something was honestly between them, which was uquine, but special. She felt like a string was being pulled on her heart, and she liked. She liked being pulled. She never liked someone like this. Rayne looked down at her hands, focusing on the tiny lines on them.

Sirius was actually being nice to her, and she was enjoying it. She was enjoying all the compliments, and flattery. She was enjoying his company. She never knew that she would like him, or actually, wanted to be friends with him. She has only pass him in the halls, and she always looked disgusted past him. He used women, but right now, she wasn't sure about that. She wasn't sure if he actually looked women or if he was scared of commitment. Whatever it was, she wasn't sure if it was actually there. She felt the pull of actually getting wanting to get to know him. She wanted to know what made Sirius Black tick. She was floored by his next statement.

Rayne was shocked. She felt her jaw open slightly. She felt the need to close it, but she couldn't. Her jaw was wide open. " Umm" She said pausing, because she really didn't know what else to say or do. So she, didn't say anything right at that exact moment, but she felt her brain fill up with things she would like to say, and things she would like to do, but her butt was planted in place. She was shocked, still. Sirius, Do you mean that, actually?" She said with big, bug eyes, and she felt like she was going to cry, but not because she was sad. It was actually really, really nice. She looked at him, and listened to the rest of his words, and smiled, and this time it was a happy, overwhelmed smile. Sirius, I am not sure what to say, besides your welcome. That was really nice. I am glad you feel like a gentlemen around me. That makes me feel amazing. It makes me feel special, and happy. I feel different about you now. You aren't really a bad person, really. I am actually enjoying your company, and I think you are a sweetheart. Believe me, I am drawn you, like you are to me. I am not sure why, but you are being nice, and I like it. " She said putting her head down, ashamed slightly. She didn't want to use people for her own self goals, just to make herself feel good. That was wrong, and she didn't do that.

Rayne got this disappoint look on her face, and stood up, and gathered her books into her arms, thin arms. She looked at Sirius, and gave him a sad, weak smile. Your compliments are wonderful, and sweet, but I don't want use you company for compliments and flattery. It's wrong. I am not that type of person. I have to go Sirius" She said softly. Rayne wasn't use to all the flattery, and stuff. She was nervous, and scared. Rayne was still a virgin, and she hadn't been kissed before. She was a innocent type of girl. Rayne was scared of all male attention. Rayne fell to hard for the wrong type of guys when they got to close.

Rayne looked at him with her big, blue eyes, and sighed, and put her head down. Rayne was scared, and she alway ran when things got to romantic for her. It was a habit, and a really bad one at that. Rayne gave Sirius that look that she gave that look that said I am sorry, but i am scare look. She felt bad for but she always ran. She didn't want to get to attached to wrong person. She opened the door best she could, and forgetting she left her journal on the desk she was setting. She started to walk down the hall, when her arms collapsed, and her books, and notes fell everywhere. She sighed and tears started to fall down her cheeks. She was so stressed out. She had to pass her test, and she had a feeling she was going to fail. She need to graduate. She need to support herself. She was getting so angry. She screamed loudly out of frustration. She fell to her knees, trying to keep up her books, but her tears kept getting in her eyes making everything so blurry. She put her head in her hands, and sighed. Everything was being so stressful. Her family, and their money problems. Her school problems. Her everything. She was so overwhelmed. This has been building up for months, and now she was just came crumbling down.. face first.

why pick you? I am friendly, nice, and polite. Simple as that. I am always on the internet too. I would check up daily.

[Artemis Ginabell Tings]

alias; Rachel
types of characters you play/play bys: Artemis Tings-Jennifer lawrence
previous experiance I use to have my own site, but it never went off, and i do small admins for old sites
any graphics/work examples?



roleplay post example Darkness was all she saw. She felt like she had been hit by a truck, or worst. Fell of a cliff. Her eyes creaked open as she looked around, seeing a damp dark room, with only a little light coming out of a opening to her left. She clothes were wet and wreaked. She groaned and sat up slowly,her hand holding her head as it thumped. She slowly stood up and became away of her surroundings. A Cave? She was in a cave? She slowly stood up, wincing in pain a little at her left ankle, which seemed sprain but she slowly limped out seeing what she could only describe as a jungle Paradise. Everything looked peaceful and calm. This must be heaven.. she though to herself when she noticed something the same time she smelt it. Smoke. She looked across the way and saw smoke coming up in the distance. People. Maybe they knew where she was and way she was here. She made it back in the cave without falling and grabbed a couple things of the wreak in the cave, including a bag of clothes that weren't torn thankfully and a couple broken parts to a machine. She sighed and slowly limped out, bringing what she though she would need. This would be a long adventure.


why pick you? I Am A Unicorn so i can poke peoples butts who don't stay in line :3

[Arianna Cordelia Hildegard]

alias; Qian
types of characters you play/play bys: I'm currently playing Arianna Hildegard - I generally play all sorts of characters, but my favourite are generally those that are slightly darker in nature.
previous experiance I have admitted in several sites, the longest one I've stayed in was probably one year before they died due to inactivity.
any graphics/work examples? I made my current siggies, but I have some crappy ones on my DA. forgive me. ;_;
etoile94.deviantart.com/
My graphics style are generally versatile - I have certain experience with coding as well. I used to own a graphics site until the unreliable host went boom on me months ago. :|

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Under the shade of the huge tree sat Arianna Hildegard, whose emerald green eyes seemed to be focused intensely on the books on her lap. Her pale, eerily doll-like face seemed to resemble the icy snow of December under the sunlight that had somehow managed to penetrate and leak through the thick shade of leaves overhead - a striking contrast to the warmth that showered the campus today. Fluttering her fingers gently as she toyed with a few dark strands of her hair, the blonde tilted her head back slightly to allow the rest of her golden tresses tumbling down her back in smooth, glorious waves. Her usual proper, prim attire around the castle, however, seemed to be missing now that she was out of the castle areas and in the grounds alone, where the only possible human hovering in nearby vicinity would be Rubeus Hagrid, the gigantic man who had an odd passion in literally all types of existing magical creatures. A green and silver tie hung loosely around the unbuttoned collar of her white, silk shirt, dripping with rebellion in its roughly tied knot. Under the book on her lap a grey, old skirt fanned out in pleats, looking even more washed out under the sunlight while a pair of flat, battered-looking shoes resting next to her bare feet, completing the ordinary ensemble she donned.

Sitting up straighter, her hand reached out to adjust her shirt – the one she had stolen from Mary Hightower just the night before she departed to Hogwarts. Being an orphan meant completely deprivation from materialism and luxury, which were what half of the population of Hogwarts appeared to be growing up with – Arianna needed this. She needed all the help she could get, and Mary would completely understand if she had been in her shoes. Not that she would ever find out, though – poor little ditzy probably thought she misplaced yet another shirt in her dwindling collection of possessions. It was just a shirt, after all. If Arianna even managed to afford buying her own one day, she would repay her with a dozen… perhaps.

The book she carefully balanced on her lap, surprisingly, held nothing academically useful inside. Beautifully colorful illustrations took up the entire page opened on her left as paragraphs of brown font spread over the right one. Tales of the happily ever after danced between the lines of swift, cursive writing while joyous stories of elves were hid within the glorious colors of the animated illustration. Everything of it resembled positivity and light – something the young snake was oddly fascinated by yet unable to relate to, for some reasons unknown to herself. Letting out a sigh of admiration, Arianna smiled quietly to herself as she pulled herself nearer to the book, examining the smiling girl in the picture who in many ways resembled Arianna herself, with the same blonde curls and vivid green eyes. It was a strangely beautiful sight; a young little lady sitting under the tree, her emerald eyes focusing immensely on a book in fascination as her deadly pale complexion glowed and bathed in the pouring sunlight that danced on her shirts and long, ripples of golden waves. Stretching out her arms, she leaned back into her previous position, her back resting on the tree and her eyes closing slowly.

In the perfect state of bliss.

why pick you? Personality-wise, I'm very chatty and bubbly and generally a person easy to get along with. :3 I'm also active, and extremely dedicated when I put my mind onto something.
And I'm also a fairly innovative and creative person, constantly wanting to improve and make new changes in things, striving for better and the best.

[Roxanne Nymphadora Weasley]

alias; cleo
types of characters you play/play bys: mostly guys but i gave the occasional girl
previous experiance I have staffed on three different sites. the disoriented, sin before sunrise, circus de muerte, and fallen.
any graphics/work examples? Im pretty ok with simple graphics but truly plotting and board things/

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Scene from True Blood season 1 ep.4 Eric's POV

Another day had turned into night and Eric was once again in his goth apparel ready for the task at hand. Fangtasia was open to the masses and it was his night to make an appearance something he did a few days out the week to appease the humans. They seemed to be enthralled with him from sight and he loved the admiration although he would never admit. He walked from his office to the front feeling the vibration of the music as he got closer to the door which read staff only. He opened the door and there as his audience, a swarm of humans ready to have their vampire fantasy fulfilled. They all had some childish idea that vampires were all romance and mystery but a few minutes in his bar would bring them a dose of reality no book can describe. He knew vampire nature better than most and for him they were nothing more than food and maybe an occasional entertainment feature when he found one that was agreeable. It had been ages since that happened usually they were good for a fresh feed and that was all but he did miss the thrill of a real hunt.

These thought and more passed through his mind as he sat on this throne watching everything and everyone who came or went. That was his duty as the Sheriff and owner of the bar, this was his domain and once you entered no other laws were acknowledged. At least not by him Eric had always felt he was above the law and made his own one of the only reason he wasn’t a King by now. Pam was at the door and Long Shadow was t the bar serving drinks as usual but he could tell this was not a usual night. He scanned the crowd again but soon found his gaze going back to the door when Bill Compton walked in with a pretty blond on his arm, who was this girl? He watched the two of them walk through the floor to the bar and order a drink not missing one beat as they spoke. She had his attention and he found myself even more curious when he said friend, was she not his meal for the night? His thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone coming his way and he looked down to see a balding human at his feet.

The man was pathetic in every sense of the word and it didn’t help that Eric was partial to women. The man made his mistake in touching his leg and Eric responded by kicking him across the room while a smile played on his lips. He’d forgotten his own strength and even though the force wasn’t that strong the blood that flowed from his head was a sure sign that maybe he hadn’t used enough restraint. It made no difference to him and he saw soon enough that there was already a woman by his side eager to clean him up, in her own way. He smiled knowing what she wanted from him and hoped she wouldn’t e stupid enough to disobey the laws of his club. His rules were clear and simple, no serving minors, no sex, and definitely no feeding on the grounds of Fantasia. Eric’s eyes went to Pam’s a smile was on her face as well but a serious look came when their eyes locked. She was at his side in an instant and he again cold focus on the pretty girl accompanying his old friend. “Who is she?” he asked her looking to his right. “Sookie Stackhouse,” said Pam in a calm voice, her accent apparent when she says her name. “Their business here?” Eric asked scanning her for the second time and looking to Bill who he knew would head his call. “Accompanying Bill he mainstreaming, but I’ve seen her asking questions.”

“I have as well.” He said looking at Bill once more and raising my hand to summon the both. They both watched as they came their way and stood before him; she looked even better this close. The air around them had changed during to her presence and he could almost taste her in his mouth from smelling her delectable scent. “Bill Compton it has been a while.” I said looking at the two of them as he uttered a response. “Yes I’ve been.”
“Mainstreaming.” He said cutting him off happy to see the look of surprise on their faces. Eric loved making others think he cold hear and see their every move. He could but it was nice to have Pam around to find out things he hadn’t the time or enthusiasm to investigate although he might have for her. “I heard,” his yes went to the girl and he said her name again in his mind what a peculiar name Stackhouse. “I see that is going well for you.” My eyes still on her and he politely introduced her but of course I already knew that and made her aware by saying her last name. Surprise was again evident on her face, “How did you know my name?” Pam interjected before I could answer, “I never forget a pretty face, you’re in my vault.” She said tapping her head and the girl seemed to be flustered. He could tell this was her first time in a vampire bar and he wasn’t so sure she would be able to leave.
“It’s nice to meet you.” She said in her southern accent something he had to get used to since moving into the area. “Well aren’t you sweet.” He said and she replied, “Not really,” Gaining her a squeeze from Bill and a laugh from Eric. She was amusing and uncongenial something he liked in his humans whenever he decided he liked one. He looked back to Pam and spoke to her in Swiss knowing they wouldn’t understand, “I like this one we shall have to find out more about her.” He said looked back to them “I agree.” Said Pam as she smiled at looked at them too. “I understand you have been asking some questions about my customers.” His tone now all business, this was the other reason they had been called, “Yes I have.” Her voice was sweet he could tell she was so innocent to the world around her. “If you have anything to ask you should ask it of me.”

She seemed nervous for a second then pulled out two pictures of women I had seen her before, one more than once. “Recognize either of these women?” He looked them over and remembered them each from his own interactions. “This one offered herself to me but I found her to pathetic for my attention.” He said pointing to the one with red hair. He remembered her groveling at his feet wanting him to taste her, but she was nothing just a stupid girl with no purpose in life. “Now this one however I have tasted.” He said thinking of his face between her thighs and the flow of her blood in my mouth. Yes she was sweet but still nothing more than a quick meal to satisfy my craving for fresh blood. “I remember them both.” Said Pam before she was interrupted, “On account of the volt?” she asked and I liked the spunk I saw in her, she wasn’t too afraid around his kind and that intensified his curiosity about her. “never had either of them though, they weren’t really my type.” She said and Eric had to hold back a smile from seeing the look on her face, she looked puzzled and shocked. It was a funny mixture on her face but of course he retained his composure and his everlasting cool. “Well thank you very much that is all you’re time I need to take.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” I said stopping them from moving , “Pleas sit.” I said watching as she sat to my right. “So Bill are you quite attached to your friend?” He asked looking her over once more and wondering how she looked underneath the red and white dress she adorned. That too made her stand out in the sea of back around him but Eric could sense there was something else special about this girl. “She is mine.” Bill had a little too much base I his voice for Eric’s taste but he would let it go this one time. “Yes I am his.” Chimed in Sookie who looked happy that she had claimed her this was. What is there relation he wondered as he looked at her. “Well what a piety for me. Sit with us we have catching up to do you and I it has been too long.” He took a seat and I was thinking of what to do with them Next. Bill hadn’t been in town long and now Eric was more inclined to want to know how long he would be staying to he would know when to make his move Miss Stackhouse. “We have to get out of here.” She said bringing him back to reality and innerving him a little with her persistence to get away. Bill chided her as if she were a child but that did not silence her words, “Eric the cops are coming there’s about to be a raid.” her vice was urgent, “Tell me you’re not an undercover cop.” He said looking at her with new eyes, eyes meant for an enemy. “I’m not but that guy in the hat is.” Her eyes landed on the guy and his eyes followed narrowing when he had him in his sights.

Sometimes he found himself hating humans, but couldn’t all the way not when some of them could be useful like the one next to him. “Even in you’re right we do nothing illegal here.” He said reaming calm because he just knew no one would dare break the laws. “There’s a vampire named Taren in the ladies room with that man you kicked before she’s feeding on him. “ she said and her tone was not a joking one, “How do you know this?” asked Pam but before she could answer he cops were busting in the door and the four of us were on our way out. “Follow me.” He said leading them out the back way, it was the least he can do right? Eric and Pam hoped in the back of her red Corvette, “I was nice meeting you Ms. Stackhouse you will come again.” He said flashing her a smirk as the car pulled off and she left his sight but not his mind.

why pick you? Im great with people and plotting, os I'd be great with site events. I post more than the average person so I know activity would be no problem. I have experience with proboards and would be a good addition to the team.

[scorpius hyperion malfoy]

alias; nyx. I've been around a few sites, so you might have seen me before (as I usually tend to stick with this one), but... well, I think some other people use it as well. It might be more common than I think.

types of characters you play/play bys: It... varies, to be honest. Usually canons though, I'm not so good with making OC's without any backing on them at all. And the biggest canon I take, really, is Draco Malfoy on trio era HP sites (I'm only on one of those at the moment though). But I like giving my canons a twist to make them slightly different to how they would be played in other places, but not out of character completely. Males and females as well, usually bisexual characters (narrowing oneself down in the RP world is not something I've been comfortable with)... I don't really have a certain 'type'.

previous experiance At the moment, I am currently a moderator on two other sites; Sectumsempra and Flawed Genetics. Both are active RP sites, but both have quite a few staff, and right now I have the time to help you out here as well if you wish it. I know my way around Proboards (I've played with my own sites before), both the controls and the codes, and know how to manage an RP site.

any graphics/work examples? At the moment (due to my laptop having died after a long and hard life), I don't have a graphics program, but when I had access to GIMP I made a variety:

• Character banners ([1] [2] [3] [4] [5])
  
• Icons ([1] [2]) and character lyrics (see Scorpius' sig xD).
  
• Site adverts ([1] [2])
  
• Site award images ([1]).

Though really, from what I can tell you don't need help in that area here (I love the graphics on this site waay much xD)

roleplay post example Um...could I possibly say 'see Scorpius'? If you want some links to threads I've posted in on other sides, I'll send you them in a message (it's nothing against anyone personally, I've just had some tricky experiences in the past). My posting length varies, but most recently I've been writing... quite a lot.

why pick you? Well... I'm someone who would be able to quietly get on with some of the minor moderation duties, such as cleaning up the lists and archiving threads, which might be useful to you. I'm also an incredibly active person (seriously, once I join a site I just don't leave unless it really does die), who frequently haunts the CBox and doesn't have a social life so will probably be around in some form to help with inquiries. Plotting wise, I try to spam plot on as many plotters as I can and thread with as many different people as I can, so keeping active won't be a problem. Oh... and I also make really nice cookies? That might count xD

[albus severus potter]

ad mod?!

basically because i'm difficult. my name is micah and i've been roleplaying for nine years. I've switched from invisionfree to proboards constantly and I love messing with coding.

I occasionally make graphics, and I recently learned how to make gif signatures so I've been doing a bunch of that. I'm not necessarily sure what I want, but I would love to be an advertising/bio mod. I have a bunch of writing samples here, and un yeah. I've been an admin a few places but they always die, i'm kind of on a lot :'< das'all.

[TILLY BANG!]

THANKS FOR APPLYING EVERYONE! ITS BEEN SUCH A HARD CHOICE BUT IVE FINALLY PICKED SOME
STAFF, PLEASE DONT GET OFFENDED IF YOU WERE NOT PICKED. ITS BEEN SO HARD TO CHOOSE WITH SO
MANY PEOPLE AND THERE WILL OFC BE CHANCES IN THE FUTURE WHEN THE SITE CONTINUES ON GROWING
SO DONT THINK JUST CAUSE I HAVENT PICKED YOU NOW I WONT PICK YOU IN THE FUTURE THANKS EVERYONE
<3 TILLY

[Anastasia Roderick Gray]

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