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Mod

As it is, this group is still quite small. I will consider all applications carefully, and to be honest, I'm looking for experience and usefulness.

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· Username: Willa Val.
· Time zone: GMT ( greenwich mean time )
· Experience: Around 30 groups total ( currently moderate three )
· Possible Contributions: know how to handle situations without screaming at people ; fairly advanced roleplayer ; collaborates well with other moderators ; understands how roleplays work ; will help when help is needed ; online often.
· Roleplay Sample: (view spoiler)[She ran. It was almost night ; almost time for the moon to come out. The moon. God, she hated the moon, even though she served it, in a sense. But she hated the moon for making her do such terrible things. On the first night, she woke with blood still on her lips and the body of her sister underneath her. Now, she had to run to escape. No, not really — she could never escape, truly. Never. But she could stop herself from killing those who she loved the most, and that was what she intended to do.
The forest whispered to her, called her name, as she ran into its depths. The light shifted, and she screamed as it happened ; then she wasn't herself anymore, but a wolf.
And it was hunting time.


The first thing she saw was light. Blinding, white light. Then, she saw the deer; covered in blood, and half of it missing, probably in her werewolf stomach, or wherever the food went. She stood with shaking legs and looked away from the deer in order not to barf. She was still in the forest, but as for where in the forest, she remained uncertain. She decided to try to find a trail; stepping forward, she started off before being being interrupted by a voice.

"Going somewhere, wolf?" A boy dropped out of a tree branch — she noticed the dagger in his hand was silver.

"I was planning to," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, I wouldn't plan on it for long," he replied. As he drew back his arm to throw the dagger, she jumped and did a flip to avoid the incoming weapon.

Then, once more, she ran. (hide spoiler)]

· username aliya
· time zone: atlantic standard [ canada ]
· experience: as you may know, this is my new account. i currently moderate in five groups. on my old account thirty groups. many of these groups are ones i am not the creator of.
· possible contributions: i'm good at deleting spam from roleplaying, information, character threads etc. i consider myself to be quite blunt with members, a quality i think all good mods need. blunt without making people feel sad, mad, or any negative emotions. making sure members follow the rules while roleplaying and following roleplay threads to make sure nothing against the rules occurs in roleplay or out-of-roleplay communication occurs. answering questions is another of my specialties, i will take the time to look through information to aide me if needed to properly answer questions to the best of my ability. i'm online a lot. not twenty four hours, but a lot and do not abandon groups, active or dead. finally i would just like to say that if i am chosen for this modship, you can tell me to do whatever you like and i will heed your command.
roleplay sample: ( average )

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Maeve pressed herself against the cold, hard, stone corridor as she saw candlelight making it's way up towards her. Was it candlelight? Or was she being delusional? She blinked a few times, craned her neck, and realized the faint glow belonged to that of fire. Whoever held the wax candle was moving awfully slowly, and it bought Maeve time.

Her own torch she had extinguished minutes before, the empty fire resistant rod lay discarded on the floor beside her. Should she pick in back up? She could perhaps use it as a weapon against the individual making its way towards her. At least she hoped it was a living being. Silly, silly thoughts, the girl contemplated to herself. The headmistress, her parents, any adults would surely scold her for even considering this for a moment.

Maeve hugged her arms to herself in an attempt to disconnect some bare skin from the frigid and itchiness of the mortared wall. Her knee high dress was skin tight, and the sleeves fell to just above her elbows, pinned tightly in place. The black heels she wore were beginning to make her teeter in place from standing still so long. Her hair had been pinned with what felt like dozens of bobby pins to keep the hair pulling bun and auburn curls in place.

Maeve couldn't do it anymore. She had to face her fears; she wouldn't be a 'proper lady' and wait for some dashing gentleman to come and save her as was taught at her snobby all girls academy. She shook her feet slightly first, to awaken them from their rest and to prevent numbness. Clack! The heel connected with the solid barrier pressed into her back. The footsteps hurried, and when Maeve saw who was in front of her, she screamed. (hide spoiler)]

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