Tʜᴇ Uɴʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs discussion

Here is where you may apply to be a moderator. I'm not looking for a specific number, but I do expect a certain quality from moderators.

[ name ]
[ time zone ]

[ contributions ]
[ any ideas now? ]
[ why are you interested? ]

[ experience ]
[ roleplay example ]

Name ( I only give out my Username ): Bow
Time Zone: NY

Contributions: I can update and answer questions a lot. I'm usually on goodreads a good amount of time per day! Also I can help out this RP a lot because of my past experience. Also, it is just fun to help out!
Any ideas?: We could add an Request RP thread and a On/Off/Ghosting thread to make it easier for people to find someone to RP with!
Why are you interested?: It would be wonderful to be apart of a group like this.

Experience:
-The Selection Semi-Advanced RP
-Ovalith Academy
-The Kingdoms
-St. Vladimir Academy
-Mortal Instrumental Roleplay

Example:
Iris walked onto the beach. The sand was steaming beneath her feet and the sun was hot. Clouds scattered the sky without pattern and Iris was now in a white one piece swimsuit with thin criss cross straps. She waited around for Mila to show up. While she waited she sat down on the sand and let the sun soak into her skin. Even though Iris did sit in the sun a lot she never burned and always stayed pale. Her hair dark brown was back in a messy bun and her blood red lips were moist from the heavy and humid air.

[ name ] Denver
[ time zone ] Central

[ contributions ] I have high quality organizational skills, and I love helping others. I'm very active and almost always online, even when at work. I would be able to answer questions frequently, at least to the best of my abilities. I would help enforce rules, and when I do so I am very polite about it. I've seen mods be rude to members before and I personally find this very upsetting. I can enforce rules, but I do so in the nicest and most respectful way possible.
[ any ideas now? ] I have a few different mission ideas that I think would be interesting to play out! Most of them are still in the works, but I think they'd be fun!
[ why are you interested? ] I really do enjoy helping others (it's actually what my profession is going to be once I've graduated in two years). I also find myself twinging to organize things at all times!

[ experience ]
Oh man. Quite a lot of experience in both the Mod department as well as the roleplay department.
Some of the groups I've moded:
The University of Whitewater Semi-Advanced
Pretty Little Liars Semi-Advanced
Gossip Girl Roleplay
Spy Academy
Zombie Survival Roleplay
Three Pheonixs Academy
and many more...
[ roleplay example ]
Arietta perched softly and silently on the roof of a home, the roof beneath her feet shoddy and made of tin. One small tilt could send her crashing through.
But this would not happen, not to her at least. Perhaps a lesser trained assassin would make that mistake, but Arietta had been training and killing since she could remember. Gently, she rose from her crouched position and ran softly across the roof, leaping to another building, continuing on her way to the slightly better built structures. The homes of those higher ranked in the Blackhearts. She watched the wavering light of a candle in the top floor window flicker in the quiet breeze.
Moments later, the candle was blown out by the owner of the room and a wicked smirk bloomed across Arietta's blood red lips. Now, her job would truly begin.

[ name ] Ava
[ time zone ] Australian Eastern Standard Time (in Winter), Australian Eastern Daylight Time (in Summer). Still confused? Google the time in Sydney.

[ contributions ] Everything that will make a difference, that can improve this group - I will do it. Anything that will bring this group to its knees? Not happening.
Specifics - I am a pest and ensure that people use correct grammar, punctuation and spelling. Because, how hard is it to remember the different variants of there?
I try to make my posts fairly long as well.
[ any ideas now? ] Specific ideas? From seeing this thing, I could come up with at least three.
1. Missions - something involving something in Japanese culture, maybe? Sumo wrestling, perhaps.
2. Characters - I come up with characters easily, and have no idea what makes this so.
3. Other stuff, general stuff. No specifics, though.
[ why are you interested? ] Ok, well.
A) I'd be able to read people's work and tell them to fix up their grammar so people don't have a headache trying to decipher what they've written.
B) I like to help people - it makes me feel like a nice person.
C) Fiend is amazing and I want to be her friend, as well as help her. I am not sucking up to you when I say this, I genuinely think it.

[ experience ]
Lots and lots of groups.
22, to be exact.
Tʜᴇ Hᴜɴɢᴇʀ Gᴀᴍᴇs ❧ A Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
Beяκ - A How To Trαιɴ Yoυr Drαɢoɴ Roleplαy
And a lot more...
[ roleplay example ]

Finn strolled into the lab, setting down his thick, spiral-bound leather-covered notebook and various notes and sketches of assorted book plans. He took a seat at a desk, leaving the other occupants of the room alone as he drew out his laptop - a Macbook Air - logged in and opened Microsoft Word. He tapped idly on the keys with his left hand, producing something along the lines of:

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while writing down notes in his notebook, already bursting with short stories, notes and reminders hastily scrawled in the margins, all written in Finn's untidy cursive. He deleted the result of the idle tapping and began to outline the prologue of a story.

Prologue

The bustling city crowd parted for the Searchers, men dressed all in black with silver-coloured metal embellishments and face masks. The men strode down the cobbled main street, drawing swords to push citizens out of the way. They advanced, and as they did so, thieves stopped their work, slinking into alleyways unnoticed. Burglars slunk out of the top floor window, scuttling away into the crowd. Pickpockets stood upright, brawlers froze mid-punch and the drunkards cheering them on abandoned their catcalls mid sentence...

Finn saved it, slipped the laptop into its bag and scanned his notebook, then spotted the reminder he had been searching for. He scribbled another note in the margins, took out his laptop again and opened Safari, typing a phrase into the search engine.

Thanks for all the applications ^-^ you're under consideration~

Okay!

thanks doll(:

[ name ] Jennalyn :)
[ time zone ] Eastern~

[ contributions ] I can basically do anything that you would ever need to be done okay, maybe not everything, but pretty darn close. I'm a really organized person and I'm quite the perfectionist, even though I try my hardest not to be too forceful with other people. It pretty much comes down to me being a perfectionist with myself and doing all I can to make every little thing better :)
[ any ideas now? ] Not really. I mean, I could approve characters if you like and I thought maybe some help would be needed, so I figured that I'd apply ;)
[ why are you interested? ] Because I love you. I really like the idea for this group and I already have a roleplay going, and I would love it if more people got on board. So to make that happen, I kind of figured I'd just apply.

[ experience ] Merrr, there's quite a few. At the moment, it's Supernatural Academy, Aurelia Auburn Academy for the Arts, Oblivion, Robinson Runaways, Happy Nightmares, Supreme Data, The Hunger Games, The Kingdom, Corpse Party, and a lot of others that I am no longer a part of because they dead.
[ roleplay example ] (view spoiler)[

Aiden's brow furrowed in amusement at the accent she put on, and he could feel himself just barely holding back a laugh. "I do not sound like that. And even if I did, at least I would sound a lot better than you do. I might have a stick up my ass, but at least I didn't gargle any rocks." That was probably a bit of an exaggeration. Okay, a major exaggeration, but so was everything she said. Tea with the Queen: could you get any more stereotypical? He didn't do that just like she didn't ride on the back of eagles while stuffing her face with cheeseburgers. Not that he wouldn't have given her props if she did.

"I don't think so, Sadie. I'm not admitting to anything until you learn how to do a proper British accent. Because what you did right there?" He made a small huffing sound. "That was kind of shit." Of course, then he grinned, letting her know that he was only kidding. You know, about the gargling rocks thing. No way was he letting that impersonation off that easily.

His smile shifted into a full on smirk when he noticed she'd taken a step forward, drawing them just a little bit closer. Well, if someone walked in right this second, they would definitely get the wrong opinion, especially after he took a step forward like she had, leaving less than an few inches distance between. If he'd wanted to, he could have just leaned forward and... but he wouldn't. No, that was out of the question. Completely out of the question. Let's just ignore the fact that the thought had crossed his mind at all. (hide spoiler)]

[ other ] because I always love putting gifs at the end of my applications for some random reason: (view spoiler)[

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Denver and Jenn are approved~

Well, thank ya, ma'am ;)

Y's welcome~

[ name ] Savannah White (Sav or Savvy)
[ time zone ] Central


[ contributions ] Well, I disappeared for a time frame, a job I disliked by had to do engulfed me and refused me release. However, the beast is dead and I am free. Within my devoured time, any and all groups I was once a part of met an untimely demise, much to my hate of losing them. Now, I have the longing for a new group to help rise and stay above all. As it seems, this is a new-ish group, but is on it's way up already. I can provide great twists and turns as far as plot goes, engineer important characters that help the group advance, keep others' interests peeked, ensure rules are followed, and much more.

[ any ideas now? ] Dear goodness, what sort of question is this?! It is an assassin school rp, for God's sake. There are many ideas I have for possibilities! They range from a governmental spy being secretly enrolled to a person looking to gain contacts in the world of assassins in order to find out who killed his or her parents or someone special to--to well, you get the idea. I have plenty of group twisting ideas to toss in if allowed :).

[ why are you interested? ] I tapped at this one a bit already, but I shall explain again. I need a new baby to work with and make my primary group and source of rp. I see potential with a group such as this and want to help make it amazing. I've also seen groups like this collapse because the plot was not thickened enough to keep attention. We can make this one have thick plot that digs deep into the school itself, involving the students very safety or something like that!


[ experience ] Well...I've had a good deal. Fiend, do you wish me to list it all?

[ roleplay example ]
(view spoiler)[ With a gleam his way followed by an uneasy laugh and eye aversion, Samantha explained, "Heights, they are not my strongest point." The man came to a stop next to her and follows her gaze to the glass floor of the skybridge that jointed Delvin Corp's buildings together. Others hurried past, determined not to be late. But not this man. No, Casey Delvin, age: 29, height: 6'1", weight: 189 pounds, hair color: brown, combat skills: average, was in no true rush, especially when a beautiful new face spoke to him.

"Don't worry, this follow is quite strong," assured Casey, a half cocked smile pulling forth as he refocused on Sam. Strong it may be; but like all withing the world, there were weaknesses. It was interesting, how simple it was to break the thickest glass. For instance, a huge hammer would cause less damage that a spark plug if thrown the right way. Returning her eyes to his, Samantha took in her favored part of her life, the knowledge that her target knew nothing of how fooled he was, how gooey of a putty he had become. It was the naive look that Sam enjoyed most, the simple fact she played a role so well and perfect that not even the man she was to kill would suspect her of being such a thing. There were many different approaches one could take to kill someone, but Sam always looked for a unique manner of...discontinuing a person.

"Casey...you poor soul. May you find peace with the Gods," Sam said, her smile staying intact at first, only to slowly fade nearing the end of her statement. with a simple push of a button, a small spark plug was shot at high force from a pressurized device in Sam's sleeve that locked to her forearm. In an instant, the glass transformed from clear to an web only a spider could spin, stemming from the small whole the spark plug made.

His expression, oh his expression, as Sam pressed a button on her belt buckle that triggered a thin, near invisible cable to jerk her back to the entrance of the bridge-way and safety, would be one for the books. For he knew not what was happening, not even as the glass caved and he fell further than any man could take. (hide spoiler)]

Accepted~

[ name ] Aubree
[ time zone ] Pacific Standard Time (UTC-8)

[ contributions ] I'm basically a human labrador retriever? So anything you want me to do, I'll do. Be it lists, organizing, making threads, whatever, I can handle it. I like to think myself an organized person, so yeah ^^"
[ any ideas now? ] I could help in approving characters and making dorms~
[ why are you interested? ] I love this group, and I want to see it thrive. Not to mention that I really love helping people so yeah. I want to do what I can to help this group reach its full potential.

[ experience ] Aurelia Auburn Academy for the Arts, Exodus, Flares, House of Cards, the Young Elites, Survival of the Fittest, Cam' Tania, Cinerie Bordana, and more on my old account.
[ roleplay example ] (view spoiler)[You can come in. Part of Sadie considered the fact that Aiden should be more careful, that he should lock his door, that -- but that didn't matter, Sadie reminded herself. What mattered was that he was still alive to give her the okay to enter. And so, after raking her fingers through the ends of her hair quickly -- as if it would make it look the slightest bit better -- she twisted the knob, letting herself in to the room.

Even if she hadn't been there earlier, Sadie would have known that something had happened. Because when she walked in, things were... off. Or maybe it was her. She wasn't quite sure, really. Nothing seemed right after the mission, and Sadie thought she was doing way too much thinking for her own good. She needed to relax, or something. But here she was.

"Hey," she said, closing the door behind her and walking down to sit on the edge of his bed beside him. "I just came to..." Make sure you're still alive? See how you're holding up? Sick confirmation that what happened earlier wasn't a terrible nightmare? She laughed, a little bit, but it was forced. "I... actually don't know."

Everything was so... confusing, and that was coming from someone who prided herself in not being confused. But there had been the panic that had seized her when the knife entered his body, that her mind was just don'tdiedon'tdiedon'tdie. The fact that she had been forced to consider what things might be like going on a mission without him, that she had consider what life might be like without her best friend. Thinking about whether she should actually be here or not, because was any of this really worth it to put the most important person in her life in danger? Sadie didn't know.

"So," she said. "Are you, ah, feeling better?" It was awkward, and she hated it. It shouldn't have been awkward. They were Aiden and Sadie, best friends. There was no reason to be awkward. She knew him better than she probably knew anyone else. Nothing had changed, except that he'd almost been killed. If that knife had just been barely further up -- it would have hit a major artery. And he probably would have bled out before they'd been able to make it back to the academy. It had been that close, and Sadie was relieved and terrified at the same time. (hide spoiler)]

accepted~

pretty sure you don't need another mod but i don't want this group to die so if you need one for whatever, imma just post this :P

[ name ] Baa
[ time zone ] Eastern Standard Time (UTC-5)

[ contributions ] Anything you want, really. I could message members and ask if they're still active in the group/want to keep roleplaying/finish characters. Or do the jobs nobody else wants :P Clean spam up and shtuffs. Ya know, the whole worker bee thing.
[ any ideas now? ] Merp. not really :/ I mean, the group hasn't really picked up yet but maybe when it does it'll be easier to think of plot twists to keep it moving?
[ why are you interested? ] Because this group is dying and I don't want it to die and I can tell that a lot of work's been put into the group and it'd be a shame if it all went to waste.

[ experience ] Aurelia Auburn Academy for the Arts is the biggest group I've helped moderate but I've helped mod a few groups here and there that I'm not a part of anymore. But not that many - I've modded a few forum roleplays on other websites if that counts?
[ roleplay example ] (view spoiler)[Wesley’s entire body was filled to the brim with emotions he couldn’t even begin to put into words. He wasn’t happy, he was something more than happy, and there was probably a word for it out there but he couldn’t think of it and he didn’t care to find out. Bennett had just asked him to marry him. He had proposed. They were engaged. Who would’ve thought, out of everyone in the world, him, of all people, would have the chance to spend the rest of his life with someone he loved? The thought made Wesley tighten the hold he had around Bennett’s neck, laughing in disbelief.

Pulling back, Wes made a point to wipe his eyes using his forearm and then quickly wiping his cheeks with his hands. But then he realized that Bennett would be touching them so he also made it a point to wipe the dampness off his hands using the hem of his jacket. God he was so nervous and shaky. Seeing his … fiancé … struggle to open the box because he too had shaky fingers was more than reassuring, and he didn’t feel so embarrassed. Holding out his hand, the gold band was cold against his finger but it warmed his heart.

He laughed as Bennett picked him up, his arm automatically coming to wrap around his shoulders. Wes was already anticipating the kiss as he was being put down and so he met Ben halfway, his hands rising to hold the other’s man’s face tenderly as his thumbs wiped away the wetness painting his cheeks. Even though the kiss was broken, they stayed close and Wes didn’t want this moment to end - ever. Slowly, one of his hands left Bennett’s cheek and travelled down to press against his chest – over his heart – as he smiled; I love you too, it meant. And then he leaned in and kissed Bennett once more, finding it difficult keep his lips at bay. However he pulled back a few moments later, still smiling.

Finally Wesley took awareness of the people staring at them with wide smiles on their faces. It was a tad embarrassing, he’d admit that much, but part of him was glad that the moment was shared with other people. Was that weird? The thought dissipated as he looked back at Bennett and how there was a ring wrapped around his ring finger and how they were standing on the third level on the Iron Lady and he was just blown away. He looked down at his hand. The ring belonged there. It’s beautiful, He signed to his fiancé - fiancé. (hide spoiler)]

BENTLEYYYYYYYY

YAAAAASSSSSS
they're engaged
and i was replying to goldi while writing this
so i just copied and pasted one of the posts

BAA IS A WORKER BEE JUST LIKE MEH! Cause I also don't mind doing that kind of stuffs XD

☯☥Kɴɪᴇᴋᴀ ❝We read to know that we are not alone.❞☥☯ wrote: "BAA IS A WORKER BEE JUST LIKE MEH! Cause I also don't mind doing that kind of stuffs XD"

I enjoy doing that kind of boring stuff. :P No shame.

XD haha me too~

accepted~

BENTLEY