Post by Klomonx on Oct 14, 2009 17:18:22 GMT -5
Why do you want to be a Mod?
Well, I've noticed that you're rather stressed with all the Trainer-Pokemon posts. I'd just like to help out, or do anything else to help out around the site. I know I'm still sort of new, but I'm quite experienced when it comes to Staff Duties.
What do you offer us?
Well, if needed I can make graphics, I can of course do the NPC posts, or I can really do anything else you would like me to do.
What is your experience?
I've Role played since 2006; and Have been on Staff of many sites, Proboards and none. If you need links I can give you some. None are Pokemon Rp's, but most are rp-related.
Roleplaying sample;
(Relic is a gargoyle, and this post was made some time ago on a site that has since died. The word count for this post is 535 words. It isn't my longest post ever, but my base post range is around 300-500 words)
The full moon lighted the streets of France. It casted its light over every shadowy corner, even with the streetlights on and casting their artificial man-made light. Snow was falling, ever so lightly, at this time of night. It dotted and covered the landscape neatly, every window was frosted over, every sidewalk and street was a river of white. All buildings and window-sills were evenly painted white, and on the backs of a cathedral's gargoyles, the snow slept on. The moonlight shined on these gargoyles eerily, as if they were to come to life. As if such a thing could happen. This painting of this city was cloaked in darkness, with the exception of the moon, and the snow. Everything else seemed to be in darkness, yet this was not just a painting. This was life, and so much like a dream, at this hour. Hardly anyone walked on the streets, and hardly anything stirred. No bells were ringing, only the dead silence of the night was heard.
Until the creaking of rock shattered this silence, and a blanket of snow fell to the ground like a veil of white. And two great leathery wings flapped, and their owner took to the skys that night, and every night before, and ever night since, his creation. Relic was his name, the bronze-hyena gargoyle flew gracefully over the snow covered city. He did not enjoy the snow, but he did not necessarily hate it, like he hated the sun and the rain and the wind. Relic flew one lap around the street, turned at the corner, and landed on top of the cathedral which he was carved for during the day. The bob-tailed gargoyle easily gripped the roof of the cathedral, and walked easily along it, as he has done all his life. In both darkness, and in light. Whether it be from the rising sun, to the setting moon. Only in light, he remains dormant, as it sets, and as it first rises, he is active in between. Relic looked along the streets of France, wondering, what as alive in this night? What could be alive? Everything seemed dead and cold tonight. Snow continued to leak onto him, from the clouds. He flapped his wings to shake it off of them, to keep them from freezing.
The Gargoyle then perched himself, right on the edge of the cathedral's roof, inches from falling off, his head looked off of it, and down many feet below, and he did not stir, did not grow afraid, nor turn back or take off into the darkening snowing sky. However, he set out a groan. A screech, something like bird, something like a howl, something like stone, calling for help. If stone could cry out, it would be that noise. In fact, it was like the echoing of a bell, a bell tolling, it seemed. The gargoyle's voice was like this, as it echoed through the seemingly cold and dead streets of France. And everything remained still, the snow fell still, and nothing seemed altered. Yet Relic's ears flicked, waiting for some sort of reply, if anything was to be alive tonight, that would surely tell him.
Well, I've noticed that you're rather stressed with all the Trainer-Pokemon posts. I'd just like to help out, or do anything else to help out around the site. I know I'm still sort of new, but I'm quite experienced when it comes to Staff Duties.
What do you offer us?
Well, if needed I can make graphics, I can of course do the NPC posts, or I can really do anything else you would like me to do.
What is your experience?
I've Role played since 2006; and Have been on Staff of many sites, Proboards and none. If you need links I can give you some. None are Pokemon Rp's, but most are rp-related.
Roleplaying sample;
(Relic is a gargoyle, and this post was made some time ago on a site that has since died. The word count for this post is 535 words. It isn't my longest post ever, but my base post range is around 300-500 words)
The full moon lighted the streets of France. It casted its light over every shadowy corner, even with the streetlights on and casting their artificial man-made light. Snow was falling, ever so lightly, at this time of night. It dotted and covered the landscape neatly, every window was frosted over, every sidewalk and street was a river of white. All buildings and window-sills were evenly painted white, and on the backs of a cathedral's gargoyles, the snow slept on. The moonlight shined on these gargoyles eerily, as if they were to come to life. As if such a thing could happen. This painting of this city was cloaked in darkness, with the exception of the moon, and the snow. Everything else seemed to be in darkness, yet this was not just a painting. This was life, and so much like a dream, at this hour. Hardly anyone walked on the streets, and hardly anything stirred. No bells were ringing, only the dead silence of the night was heard.
Until the creaking of rock shattered this silence, and a blanket of snow fell to the ground like a veil of white. And two great leathery wings flapped, and their owner took to the skys that night, and every night before, and ever night since, his creation. Relic was his name, the bronze-hyena gargoyle flew gracefully over the snow covered city. He did not enjoy the snow, but he did not necessarily hate it, like he hated the sun and the rain and the wind. Relic flew one lap around the street, turned at the corner, and landed on top of the cathedral which he was carved for during the day. The bob-tailed gargoyle easily gripped the roof of the cathedral, and walked easily along it, as he has done all his life. In both darkness, and in light. Whether it be from the rising sun, to the setting moon. Only in light, he remains dormant, as it sets, and as it first rises, he is active in between. Relic looked along the streets of France, wondering, what as alive in this night? What could be alive? Everything seemed dead and cold tonight. Snow continued to leak onto him, from the clouds. He flapped his wings to shake it off of them, to keep them from freezing.
The Gargoyle then perched himself, right on the edge of the cathedral's roof, inches from falling off, his head looked off of it, and down many feet below, and he did not stir, did not grow afraid, nor turn back or take off into the darkening snowing sky. However, he set out a groan. A screech, something like bird, something like a howl, something like stone, calling for help. If stone could cry out, it would be that noise. In fact, it was like the echoing of a bell, a bell tolling, it seemed. The gargoyle's voice was like this, as it echoed through the seemingly cold and dead streets of France. And everything remained still, the snow fell still, and nothing seemed altered. Yet Relic's ears flicked, waiting for some sort of reply, if anything was to be alive tonight, that would surely tell him.
