☼ Summer Break ☼ {Semi-Advanced RP} discussion

Looking for other helpers! Please keep in mind that not everyone who applies will become a mod.




█ ✪ [Name]

█ ✪ [Age]

█ ✪ [Gender]

█ ✪ [What can you do to help me]

█ ✪ [How many groups are you in where your a moderator in]

█ ✪ [Why do you want to be a mod]

█ ✪ [Are you active]

█ ✪ [Roleplay Example] No longer then a paragraph.

█ ✪ [Name] MysticMemories but feel free to make up whatever nickname you'd like :)

█ ✪ [Age] I'd prefer not to say

█ ✪ [Gender]Female

█ ✪ [What can you do to help me]
I can help you with coming up with potential plot ideas for the club, in case you feel that there needs to be a twist added. I can also invite some of my friends to join this RP, (which I know is going to be amazing!) I can also help to delete spam comments and give warnings to members if they disobey the rules. Overall, I can do whatever you'd like me to do! :D

Oh and I'm also good at finding spelling/grammar mistakes :)

█ ✪ [How many groups are you in where your a moderator in]Currently 8

█ ✪ [Why do you want to be a mod]
As I said previously, this RP looks amazing and I'd love to help it grow! :)
█ ✪ [Are you active] Yup!

█ ✪ [Roleplay Example] (Only one paragraph? :( )

(view spoiler)[Charlotte sang along to her radio as she drove to the restaurant. She had a pretty voice to match her pretty looks. As she drove, she heard a couple of catcalls from some immature/drunk guys. She rolled her eyes and blew them all kisses. She was used to it at this point. It's not like it was the first time that she had received catcalls or wolf whistles in her direction. After a couple of minutes, she pulled into the restaurant. She nodded in appreciation. It was a nice place, so the guy must have some sort of taste. She gave her keys to the valet and then walked into the restaurant. She looked around for Max, but didn't see him anywhere. She sent him a text. Hey, I'm here. Where are you guys? She quickly received a text back that said, Go to the right side and we're near the back. She nodded at her phone and did as Max directed. She walked to the right and then walked to the back. She saw Max and smiled. Max was facing her, so she knew that it was him. She was still a bit away from them, so she couldn't see what the other guy looked like. When she was a couple of feet away, she suddenly stopped. She recognized the back of the person's head. Her jaw dropped open and she stared at him. "You..." She whispered. (hide spoiler)]

Yay, thank you so much! :)

Coral wrote: "█ ✪ [Name] Coral

█ ✪ [Age] I'd rather not say.

█ ✪ [Gender] Female

█ ✪ [What can you do to help me] I can approve characters, clean out spam (which is something I love to do and a pet peeve of m..."

█ ✪ [Name] Sydney

█ ✪ [Age] 17

█ ✪ [Gender] Female

█ ✪ [What can you do to help me] Idk, what do you need? I can delete spam and all that good stuff or make topics or group stuff..

█ ✪ [How many groups are you in where your a moderator in] Like 3-ish?

█ ✪ [Why do you want to be a mod] Cause I want to be a mod...I'm bored and this would give me something to do.

█ ✪ [Are you active] Yes

█ ✪ [Roleplay Example] OK IT'S KIND OF MORE THAN ONE CAUSE I JUST COPY PASTED BUT JUST LOOK AT THE FIRST PARAGRAPH. K. THANKS. (view spoiler)[Nixon looked around the cold and very dead cemetery. He had no idea what compelled him to come here seeing as he had never truly enjoyed the place. No, he had always found the decaying tombstones and long dead flowers simply dreary. Not sad though. Never sad. Death wasn't a big deal to him seeing as he had died and still managed to end up on earth somehow. The irony was almost repulsive to him. The wretched place where his life had been hell, ultimately where he gets to spend god knows how long. Which was quite long indeed he considered, smirking at his own cleverness from adding god into that simple sentence. In human lives that would be well over two. Being 158 years old had gained some kind of depressing beauty to it. Watching as those around him died of disease and old age.

As Nixon wandered along the broken down and often overgrown path, he raised his head slightly seeming to feel as if he wasn't the only one there. Paranoia flickered through his mind as he stilled for a moment, listening. He wasn't one to let his guard down for anything or anyone, much less announce his presence. Those who announced their presence like in those silly horror movies by calling out, "hello" where bound to be dead. They were nothing more than filler for the main event. Nixon raised his head and shoved the oh so casual hood down off his head shoving dark brown, seemingly black hair off his forehead in the process. Nixon abruptly turned towards a distant but distinct cry for what seemed like mercy although one could never be too sure. There was always those strange creatures that somehow enjoyed the pain they suffered whilst in this cemetery. Lap dogs for vampires for a simple chance at a longer life and an almost unearthly "beauty" as it was so often described.

To him of course, they looked like dried out grapes. Blood running through their veins but drying up into their skin. Nixon had never had a thing for vampires but he did tend to tolerate them, if only for the pure act of using them when the time came. Shaking his thoughts off, he started towards the sound. Not out of pity of course. More out of the impulsive desire to find out why he wasn't dead yet. As far as Nixon was concerned, there was no reason to keep the human alive. Much less if he was alive he certainly wouldn't be screaming. Vampire lap dogs were very loyal idiots. Keeping his head down, Nixon began scanning the area around him lest he become attacked in place of the weak human who was running around these woods.

Nixon didn't have to go far however seeing as the clearing up ahead held two figures one being much larger than the other. Curiosity piquing, Nixon watched intently seeing as it didn't appear to be a vampire meaning it was most likely a demon. He hadn't had much contact in the late months from other demons and eyed this one precariously. The demeanor with with he held himself seemed familiar to him albeit he would admit he didn't know why. Suddenly, the larger figure began to talk and Nixon, watching in the shadows snapped his head up. The voice was one he would be able to recognize anytime and anywhere.

The year had been 1982 and Nixon had been in a bar. Bars had always been a favorite past time of his. They were crowded, smelly, and everyone was so drunk they couldn't see past their own noses. Having just taken a life he was lavishly laying against the back of a fine velvet booth when he suddenly stilled. Another demon had just entered the small enclosed space and he watched the crowd a moment before his eyes landed on a man buying a drink. Still acting eccentric after all of the lives he had taken, Nixon disregarded his own personal paranoia's and had stood walking over to the man before plopping drunkenly onto the seat next to the gentleman. Clapping the other man on the shoulder, he squeezed and leaned into him. "'ello sir, what are you doing in my bar?" He had asked and the other man, unnamed, turned to look at him. "I'm just looking for a good time," he replied and Nixon, quite intoxicated, although not from drinking alcohol, grinned before nodding. "What's your name?" And names, being important within certain...cultures Nixon was at that moment dying to know. Surprisingly, the man turned to him and a smirk suddenly broke out along his face. "The names Evander he replied slyly and Nixon nodded enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you Ender," he muttered before standing up and heading over to his table again. "why don't you come and join me?" Distantly, he heard Evander reply, "so sloppy." Before getting up and following him to his own table.

Returning to the present, Nixon eyed the guy's back. After that night Evander--which Nixon soon learned was in fact his real name, had decided to stay for a while and what fun they had had together. The pain and misery they had caused had been one of extreme indulgences and a time in Nixon's life when he had managed a state of not constant paranoia. Of course part of the problem was Ender (which Nixon had taken to calling him) left shortly after. Well, 10 years later but of course in demon time that's maybe equivalent to a week.

Crossing his arms, Nixon felt himself relax slightly and a blunt but not altogether lacking of compassion sneer crossed his face. "So sloppy," he called out feeling the agony and pleasure in the air. Simply being near the source almost made him crave his own small meal but of course, he would never do that in the cemetery. It was way to open and for all he knew, very vampire run. (hide spoiler)]

Sydney! You know your always accepted to be a mod in my groups :)

█ ✪ [Name] Elizabeth

█ ✪ [Age] I'd rather not say

█ ✪ [Gender] Female

█ ✪ [What can you do to help me]
I can help you a lot actually. I will approve characters, delete.spam and be really active. If any members have questions, I will find the correct awnser and happily answer the question. If you need anything to be done, I will do it.

█ ✪ [How many groups are you in where your a moderator in] 31

█ ✪ [Why do you want to be a mod]
I would like to be a Mod of this groups because when I found this group it really attracted me and I felt I already loved it. I would really like to help you with things that you would need help with. Also, I would really like to see this group grow!

█ ✪ [Are you active] Yup!

█ ✪ [Roleplay Example]
(view spoiler)[ I'm sick and tired an I know this is a bad piece of Roleplay.

Sydney walked down the side walk, looking at the scenery. The blooming flowers and the broad green leaves made her smile. Spring was her favorite season and she loved it, but it seemed so short. If it was only a day longer, it would mean the world to her. Jacob, her dog, was walking behind her, sniffing everything. Sydney scanned the place for a bench and found one up ahead. She picked up her pace until she was going at a fast jog. When she reached the bench she happily sat herself down on it. Sydeny turned and took out her book, Moby Dick, from her bag. Sighing, she turned to page 567 and picked up where she left. By the time she finished the chapter she was bored out of her mind. Why her teacher choose this book for the class to read, she didn't know. But, what she did know is that she sure wanted to slap him right then. With joy, she put the book back into her bag. Jacob obviously saw the opportunity and jumped on her lap. Sydney smiled as she patted him. "Oh, Jacob, do you love me?" She said sarcasticly. About three months ago her boyfriend cheated on her which ended up with her breaking up with him. "If I'm going to find love, I hope I find it soon." She said. Sighing, she rubbed Jacob's stomach and looked around. A few minutes later, a boy came and sat down next to her. Sydney smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Adam." The boy spoke. The boy had blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. "I'm Sydney" she replied. Was this her chance? (hide spoiler)]

Thank you!

█ ✪ [Name] Angel :)

█ ✪ [Age] Sorry I don't really put out my age online ~

█ ✪ [Gender] Femme fatale

█ ✪ [What can you do to help me] As a moderator, I like to organize topics and folders and approve characters. I also love to answer any questions any members might have, and I feel if there is any OOC drama (which I really hope there isn't, but I've seen it before!) I think I would be a good mediator and I'd be able to suppress the situation.

█ ✪ [How many groups are you in where your a moderator in] I am a moderator in 10 groups right now. Sadly, most of those groups have gone to role-play heaven :")

█ ✪ [Why do you want to be a mod] I really want to be a moderator because I love helping people out, and this group looks like it'll be really fun and I want to contribute in the best way possible!

█ ✪ [Are you active] During the school year, not as much as I like to be as it effects my grades, but during the summer I'm pretty much online 24/7.

█ ✪ [Roleplay Example] No longer then a paragraph.

(view spoiler)[The bell had rung, her classmates stood up and cheered. Some hugged their teacher, others ran out of the classroom as fast as they could to go home and be done with school for the next two months. Ellie did neither of those things. She stayed at her desk and waited for everyone else to leave the classroom before she got up, waved to her teacher Mrs. Samuels, then went to her locker. She didn't like the summer. That may seem strange to most teenagers, but Ellie wasn't like most other teens. She liked school. She liked being around people, she liked learning things everyday. She liked being productive and useful. All she did in summer was laze around, holed up in her bedroom binge watching Sherlock on Netflix. That was the polar opposite of productivity. Ellie opened up her locker and pulled out her backpack, then dropped it on the hall floor propped up against the locker next to her. She looked at all the pictures and magnets stuck onto her locker door that she'd probably forget in her backpack over the summer, then took them down one by one to store in her backpack. There was a picture of her and her younger sister from a photo booth at the mall from a couple years ago, one of her and her friends at homecoming, a magnet with her name on it, a Divergent poster, and a few of her fashion sketches... There were no lockers in University, so she would have to put them up with tape in her dorm room. After shutting her locker door for the last time, and picking up her backpack, she walked out of the school to meet up with her friend her sister, Cecilia, and her friend Daryn. (hide spoiler)]

█ ✪ [Name] Amelia, you can call me Amy.

█ ✪ [Age] 19

█ ✪ [Gender] Female

█ ✪ [What can you do to help me]

I would like to help you make new threads and help with the applications also help invite more people .(really good at that) I want to help you make new ideas for the group since more people are coming in the group as I can see and I want to have ideas so people don't really get bored in the group and I want to spectate peoples role-play to make sure they follow the rules you provide for them.

█ ✪ [How many groups are you in where your a moderator in]

♛The Kingdoms♛ [Semi Advanced]
Westeros and Essos {Game of Thrones Roleplay}
Dоcтоя шно Яоlё-plaу!

█ ✪ [Why do you want to be a mod]

I adore the story line for the group I think it's artistic and really realistic in my mind reading it and I like how the mods are active here. I also like how the mods respect the people in the group and how they respect them and how friendly they are. For example with the applications you guys don't push them to put more on their applications unlike other groups do.

█ ✪ [Are you active]

I am most likely active on the weekends than the weekdays mostly because still doesn't really end in tell 2 more weeks. (btw my birthday on the 12th :D) Also I still have to do a lot of work at my job at the moment but when I have summer I will be on my computer for like the whole day on goodreads :). But reminder that I still have school and work :/. But looking forward for the summer! <3

█ ✪ [Roleplay Example] No longer then a paragraph.


"Everyone needs to be respected, don't they? I'm not the one to be mean to people just because I'm a Targayen. And If you were "Anyone" I would've expect you to walk away by now and try something silly already or try to kill instead of talking with me at the moment. Am I right? I give full respect to the people who come here only if you are capable of giving full respect to me. And you are. So that's why I'm still talking to you and kind. Hope that answers your question." The oldest dragon gave Sylvia a dirty look and flew up somewhere where he could see both of them but they can't quite see him. "Are you going already?" Amelia asked. She wanted to know more about her. There was something about her that she couldn't point out. Something that she wanted to know about her. "You can't stay a little longer?" She said