Mιѕғιт Heroeѕ [Advαɴced RP] discussion

Apply here if you want to be a moderator. I'll chose one or two new mods at the end of the week.

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Name- Jess :D

Activity level- High

Previous moderator experience- I've had 2 GR accounts and on the last one I was a mod in practically all of the groups I was in. One this account I am a mod in 3 groups, plus some secret ones.

Moderator skills- I love to Organize things, and I would like to think that I'm pretty creative; so I could definitely help bring ideas to the table.

Writing example-
(view spoiler)[Ian laughed. "Me? Go through trouble? Never." He mused lightly. He took two glasses out of his shoulder bag and gave one to her. Then, reaching into the basket he took out the wine bottle. He popped the cork off and poured them each a full glass before closing it again, and raking a refreshing sip. "Ahh. I could get used to this." He reckoned. Who couldn't? He would love not to have to work and keep the nobles happy, just sit around and drink and be merry all the day long. But as he thought about it he knew that he would soon get bored. "How do you fight the boredom that no doubt surrounds you pleasant life?" he asked Sondra inquiringly.

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Sophia peeked around a corner of the hallway just outside her bedroom chamber. Thankfully it was clear, so she could sneak by in her peasant dress and dark red cloak. She sprinted around another corner carefully until she finally managed to get to the main staircase without being noticed. She walked down them calmly, praying no one saw her. At the base of the stairs she walked, head high, and opened the doors. The guards outside greeted her coldly and inquired about why she was leaving. Sophia figured out how to deal with them a while ago, slip them some gold and it will be as if she was never there. Pulling out two small drawstring bags she handed one to each of them and went on her way. Earlier she told Ian to set out one of her horses behind the stable, and he obliged. She hopped on Sage and together they rode their way into the village where she was to meet one of the leaders of the rebellion. (hide spoiler)]

[Name] Heather

[Activity Level] High

[Experience] I've modded for countless groups, idk all of them, currently a head mod and Co mod

[Skills]
》organization
》activity
》neat
》HTML
》creativity

[Example]
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Her cell phone buzzed and shrieked it's obnoxious ringtone... at 5 am. Today, Eliza Rose Brighton was leaving her life in New York behind for a career and schooling oppurtunity in Australia, far overseas from her native American continent. The decision had brought on many controversies about between her and her family, urging her to go to this foreign country for the money and the oppurtunities it would unlock for her... even when she didn't want to leave home, she didn't want to leave her life here. Eliza was constantly being controlled by her parents to do this and that, swayed to take certain classes and go to seminars and stay on top of her grades. It worked Eliza raw to the bone, but by this time, she was already so used to it. All her life, there was nothing but expectations, manners, and class in her family. No Brighton child would be raised a filthy lousy American, but represent the family in an elegant, pleasing way. They hoped to marry her off to someone with equal standards, if not higher, and carry on the title. Her parents couldn't let her slip and lose her way, there was just no success in that. Eliza had to be the best of the best. A B in her class was unacceptable, she always attended expensive charter schools, and was always being taught manners up to which spoon you were to use for what at the dinner table. You know, just in case she was invited to the Queen of England's for tea.

There was no room for error, no room for second guesses. Eliza had never had the oppurtunity to dream of being a painter, or just taking a guitar and a backpack around the world to travel with her inheritances. She constantly lived in this unnoticed fear of being rejected by her family, brutally pressured to make choices she didn't like. Eliza had grown up wearing designer clothes that were all neatly pressed early in the morning, had the same routines, and presented herself like a proper lady in class and at work. It was no longer a tradition in the states to be so uptight and proper anymore, as much as Eliza ached to be free, to flirt, to go on dates... she couldnt. Always, there was that disapproving eye. One time, she had called her mother her freshman year of college telling her about the kind young man she met at the cafe, but as soon as her mother found out the boy wasn't a billionaire but a simple city boy who was interested in music, her mother had shut her down. All Elizas hopes of going on that coffee date with Isaac had fizzled into thin air, and with that, Eliza never dared to think about boys again.

Already in her twenties, Eliza longed to have someone in her life, someone who could take her away from the terrible life she lived. Sure, she had it all, money, prestige, a name, and her family members, but there was no happiness there. She lived in this shell of coldness, her behavior always condescending and quiet. She never spoke unless spoken to, she used proper grammar and couldn't use slang terms, and was constantly nagged by her parents on the phone for a daily report. They wanted her to be a doctor, and so Eliza would be a doctor. For a residency program in Australia, she would go, without her consent. Her parents had gone as far as to come personally pack her apartment up while she had been out the entire day at work and school, and her things were being shipped off without her permission by her parents. Oh, Eliza hated them, they always said they were doing what was best for her. She didn't want to have the best anymore. She was okay with less, there were plenty of programs here in New York City, she could get by fine.... but no.

Eliza rolled over in a sleeping bag on the floor of her empty apartment, slapping her hand on the flat touchscreen surface. Her back ached, her head pounded with all the stressed, but she had to get going before she missed her flight. Her parents were going to drive her to the airport sharp at seven, and she still had to pack the last boxes and have them be shipped out if she wanted them by the time she got over there. Elizas blue eyes blinked away, her hands rubbing her bleary eyes with a groan. With the threat of her mother grilling her in front of the cab driver for being late looming over her head, Eliza wriggled out of the sleeping bag in her loose pajamas, disappearing into the bathroom for another hour. She felt so sick, her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach. She couldn't run away, this was her parents life now. Eliza showered, brushed her teeth, did her makeup, and dried her hair, all with a stoic expression with her lips tightly pressed in a thin line. She was sick of being her.

Eliza dressed in a fancy gray sweater and a black highwaisted circle skirt with black stockings and black high heels. A watch and a simple necklace with a few rings were the only jewelry she wore, that and her favorite real pearl earrings. Her hair was blow dried in waves, looking ready to walk on to the red carpet or something. Sweatpants wouldn't do in her parents eyes, anyway, nor would tennis shoes. So heels. In an airplane, oh gosh she wished she could lock herself in. With the sleeping bag rolled up tightly and stuck in her last box, Eliza got her bags ready. Her suitcase had clothes for two weeks, really, since each day she normally had three outfits ready. Her boxes wouldn't arrive for another two weeks exactly, even with that you never knew. She wasn't going to wear old clothes twice, it was unsanitary. She shrugged on a black peacoat over her outfit for the chilly weather, sighing heavily as she dragged her two suitcases in the empty apartment with her heels clicking on the floors. The suitcases were neatly aligned by the door, a carry on purse next to it with her papers and valuables. It was difficult, saying goodbye to this place that actually had felt like a home to her...

Hours of security and baggage checking and crowds and her parents following her around everywhere, Eliza finally was left alone to board her flight. At last, she'd be away from her parents... but she'd be in Australia. She couldn't even understand their silly accents. "Passport?" A tired flight attendant demanded crisply, and Eliza held out the small book with a matching expression. She looked angry all the time, with a piercing unforgiving gaze that just was natural to her. It was inherited, really. Eliza shouldered just her brand name purse now, walking briskly into the tunnel that led to the airplane. It was a medium sized craft, not exactly the jumbo liners she had been on. Was this city in Australia jsut that unpopular? With a permanent frown on her dark cherry lips, Eliza inhaled the odd smells of airplane food and boarded the craft uncertainly. Her parents hadn't even had the decency to book her a first class, just as a parting gift? It was going to be difficult. She was sitting countless hours beside some person who'd drive her nuts, she knew it! That, and she had to have the window seat. She had to!

Hoards of passengers were boarding now, shoving her aside and causing Eliza to trip more than once. "Excuse me!" She cried out, after being bumped by a particularly large man. If she was British, then she'd be the perfect portrayal of your average posh British royal, attitude and manners and all. Eliza gathered her bearings, finding her seat 105. 105. 105... 105. A man was sitting already in his spot, and Eliza couldn't help but drop her jaw a bit. She was sitting next to someone like him? Eliza slipped into her aisle, sitting precariously and shrugging off her coat in the stuffy plane and draping it over her arm. She smelled lightly of a flowery perfume, hesitating as she looked to the man. "H-hi... excuse me? I'm seat 105, and I... I was wondering, would you mind switching seats? I prefer the window seat," she asked in her politest manners, that fake smile she knew how to plastered on her face. (hide spoiler)]

this still active?

nope

can i request to be a mod and help you make it active?

Name- Queen
Activity level- Always
Previous moderator experience- Several. Superheroes RP
Moderator skills- Organization, ridding spam. Keeping organized. Designing advanced plots and characters along with templates.
Writing example- Just as the sun dipped beyond the horizon of the the first realm in space, did a young beautiful fiery red haired girl fly from below Asgard, tailed by two asguardian guards, hot in pursuit.
She glanced over her shoulder quickly, ”Damn," She growled as it appeared as though the guards were only gaining on her as she was reaching supersonic speed.

A sly smile had grown upon her lips she let out a burst of energy and soared into the atmosphere of the planet. Angel quickly switched tactics and flew down at super sonic speed, slipping through the clouds with her curls shooting upwards towards the sky. Strands of her fiery locks danced artfully up towards the darkening sky, gleaming against the navy blue of the sky. Angel's skin was a shade darker than pale porcelain, giving her a menacing appearance as she plummeted towards Asgard. Her flight sequence was rare-fast and furious-a portrait painted of the ideal Asgardian. Revealed upon Angel's lips was a smirk. Now within cover of the providing clouds, was the young angel able to hide as she soared down to the surface of the planet, remaining out of sight of her pursers. Just as the clouds began to fade, having dispersed to reveal the village below, dotted with all sorts of lights did the sky above her open up, crackling as lightning struck down the cobblestone ground where the people walked and enjoyed their care free lives. What the young girl had seen was a man, bulky and strong, he appeared a victor as he descended down to the ground where he was joined by a slimmer, slightly taller and dark haired brunette whom wore a large green cape contrasting nicely against his silver and green suit and armor. Angel's throat began to tighten, while a pain in her chest was fueled by a sudden rage upon seeing these two men. Unable to contain what was obviously the product of the blood of war raging within her veins, she threw her weight forward and picked up quite amount of speed as she sped towards the two, her massive golden wings flapping at the speed of light. She spun suddenly, pulling the mighty battle ax she posses over her shoulder so she had the force of gravity to assist her in her assault. The man with the red cape, spun around his eyes widen at the sight of this angel falling at a deadly speed towards his home. “Got ya,” She said before her knee collided with the man's chest plate armor.

@Queen I'm not all that interested in starting up this group again in all honesty. Furthermore, I don't think it's morally right to restart and renew someone else's idea. I didn't have anything to do with the creation of this group, so I can't really claim it as my own and use it.