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Moderator Application

I am looking for two assistant Moderators. To apply, please fill out the following form:

[Name]:
[Age]:
[Reason 1]:
[Reason 2]:
[Activity/Experience]:
[Ideas]: (view spoiler)[ what would make this group better? (hide spoiler)]
[Roleplay Sample]: (view spoiler)[ Put under a spoiler (hide spoiler)]

( name ) Fiend
( age ) uhm, this is personal information...
( reason one ) I usually tend to be more active in groups if I can be of more help than just being an active member.
( reason two ) This group has quite a bit of potential, and I want to help it live up to it.
( activity/experience ) I'm usually always on, and I've been a moderator in numerous advanced groups.
( ideas )

a) have a creation thread for non-royal characters
b) opening it up for royals of other countries to visit
c) diplomats, should we be including other royals
d) organizing the plot of the group just a little more clearly

( roleplay sample ) (view spoiler)[What did she care? What was the point of this really? Kye wanted to know the answer to those questions as much as Jen wanted them. Her voice had been soft, a hidden undertone of vulnerability. That was something Kye had learned to recognize, to latch on to. It was an involuntary response, an action wired so deep it became instinct. Or maybe it had always been instinct for her to do so. She could pracitically smell the surprise and effort in staying just slightly more composed that Jen was exerting. That need to seem strong, be strong, be percieved so powerfully as something not be trifled with. Don't tread on me. She'd heard that phrase once before, but it suddenly popped back into her mind. It was supposed to be something symbolic, something historic, but she couldn't place it just then. She was too focused on the opening she'd created in Jen's defenses.

But why the fuck was she so fixated on this? Lips pressed together and hands at her sides, she stared at Jen. Hoping both to find words to counter with properly and to keep restraint in mind. There was a itch in her fingers; words weren't the tools she used to convey her thoughts. Physicality was her form of communication. She could read body language like someone literate could read a sentence or a book for that matter. Movement spoke volumes to her, just like everything else around them. Maybe she should just resort to that.

She considered, truly considered finally laying hands on Jen. How many times had she dreamed of wrapping her fingers around that slender neck and watching the life leave those brown eyes? How many nights had she contemplated a number of ways for the shorter girl to just disappear into the night, and of words she'd use to explain it? She couldn't say, couldn't put a number to how much she would pay to never have to see this girl again. But now? Now, she was filled with a terrible conviction to be understood for once.

It had nothing to do with the fact that Jen was four years older than her--did that really make her woman? Kye didn't think she could accept that--but more so to do with the fact that she was powerful. In a way that Kye would never be. She could bring a man down to his knees with a glare, with a threat, with a weapon. But, Jen; Jen could do so without really directing an ounce of attention to what she was doing. There was nothing calculated; it was natural. It was so despicably awful that it made Kye sick. Sick with what? Jealousy? Admiration? It was too complicated to decide, but too simple to leave alone all at once. It was a wonder Damon didn't go insane, but this was part of why Kye held him in such high regard.

She didn't like where her mind was, the path it was following. She didn't admire Jennifer. She didn't care. She didn't, she didn't, she didn't, she didn't, she didn't, she didn't; and yet, she did. Which was probably why her body moved on its own, why her mind disconnected from her limbs. Her fingers cupped Jen's jaw in a harsh capture, their faces inches apart and Kye's lips curled up into a snarl.

"You might think you don't need help." This wasn't her speaking. The voice was too breathy, too melodious to be hers. Hers was a voice of warbled water, of a brook tripping and falling over stones. Hers was a voice of hatred and animosity, not the surprising gentleness that she heard coloring her words. "But this is a dangerous game you play. You think you are strong enough for this, but nothing you could have possibly faced will ever have prepared you for what you are going through. Fuck whatever past you think you had, because once you enter the rank of wolves, you never show weakness or find yourself at the bottom with you tail tucked between your legs. So, listen closely, you painted whore, don't--I mean don't--ever think that you are without help, or that you don't need it. We are strongest together. And so help me whatever deity you believe in, if you think you don't need help, I'd advise you to think again before you find yourself in a shallow grave."

Rabid; that'd be a good word to describe the look on her face. The mud had smeared on her cheeks, eyes wide with her actions. Her nostrils flared, an angry response she had no control over. Her entire frame trembled, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood. Her chest heaved with her breath, heart beating double-time. (hide spoiler)]

[Name]: Rose
[Age]: 15
[Reason 1]: This group sounds awesome. I will try to be on as much as I can so i can help you run thsi group if I'm selected.
[Reason 2]: I am a very experienced Moderator, I moderate about 17-19 groups.
[Activity/Experience]: Like I said, I'm very experienced. I'm on goodreads every day unless I'm on vacation/camp/can't get interent access for whatever reason.
[Ideas]: Sorry, at the moment I have no ideas. If you message me with any certain types I'll certainly send you some.
[Roleplay Sample]: (view spoiler)[I took quick, short, breaths. I'd been hiding in the corner of hell for over four hours, and it was a difficult place to breathe. Even more so difficult to stay hidden.
Oh, the horrors I'd seen. Ever since Thanatos was defeated and chained in Tartarus, Hades had been ruthless in killing or imprisoningall his supporters. His twin brother, Hypnos was killed, yet Hades knew that Hypnos hadn't truly supported Thanatos. The Underworld had become a very dark place. Persephone had gone to Zeus for help, but he'd refused to help at all besides offer her protection, which seh'd accepted. But she knew that hades wouldn't stop until everyone with the slightest power was stopped. And that was why she sent me, with Athena to aid me through my mind. Persephone knew that Athena herself was the best strategist, but she wasn't a goddess of the arts. Whereas I, Artemis, Goddess of the moon and the hunt, was the second best at strategy, and the most skilled in combat. Persephone made sure I had support, and Athena and I were able to communicate silently through our minds thanks to her with Selene, the old moon goddess' help. (hide spoiler)]

just post what you'd post when you're roleplaying in an advanced roleplay (look at the application above for help if you want:))

Is that long enough?

Rose wrote: "Is that long enough?"

yes

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next moderator application available when this group reaches 50 members!