Staff Search #8

[apocalypse]

Name: danny
Age: (Age will not really be an important factor when we look over your application, but it is good for us to know)
Previous experience: um. i was admin on a few dead sites *shrug*
Why should we choose you?: i think im a very active person and i am very mature for my age

Roleplay Sample:

ooc; please ignore whatever this mess of a post is.

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:: darox lashe !

but i know i'm gonna lose myself this way.
i wanna stay,
i wanna stay,
i wanna stay.
but i know i'm gonna lose myself this way.

Clutching the edge of the blankets on his bed, he didn't know what he wanted. Although the blanket his bony-fingers were touching was very warm, the outside world was ever warmer. He was stuck with a very hard choice; Stay inside or go outside? To some people, it would be a very easy poll. To the depressed seventeen year old, it was difficult. See, Darox stayed inside too much - explaining his ghostly skin - but his parents hissed at him if he stayed outside for too long. Although the bed was very welcoming at that moment, Darox released his steel grip on the edge of the covers and got out of bed.
His feet touched the hard-wood floor, and his pale hands tried to touch the ceiling, his legs stretching to help. Somehow, it seemed like a routine - well, just one thing - that Darox did everyday was stretch when he got out of bed, no matter what. And he did other things everyday-- eat, drink, and sleep. But, somehow, stretching was something different, to him, it seemed like something that belonged to him in the morning, though he was sure other people did it, too. Though, Darox doubted people did things the same way he did things. He doubted they bounced like a bunny while trying to touch his toes, or try to stretch his arms out like clay so they would touch parallel sides of the room. Stretching was one thing he did that he would never let someone defy. He would never let someone not let him stretch, or make it stretch in a different way.

After finishing stretching - and feeling wide-awake - Darox looked through his drawers for some appropriate for this weather. After searching through his room for a few moments, he was wearing a white (with odd tints of gray), button-up shirt on his flat chest, slim, tight-fitting, gray jeans on his thing legs, and brown, up-to-his-ankles, boots. Although it was rather hot outside - no, humid outside - Darox was used to a tight clothing or boots. Darox was used to a lot of things, but he was also uncomfortable with other things. Everybody was different, everybody was really different. As Darox walked down his stairs into his kitchen, he realized he was almost nothing like his parents. Not personality-wise, anyways. The food that was cooking just 'wasn't him' so he ignored it and stepped out the door.

As he turned to doorknob, coldness had spread from his huge hand to his tall body. The metal object was freezing, though it wasn't rusty. Simply, Darox's house air-conditioned, and he could tell the difference when he stepped outside his house and slammed the door.
The outside was crowded. It couldn't be any later than noon, yet so many citizens were awake... just like Darox was. Darox wasn't any different from anyone else in some ways. Darox thought as district three as a stupid district, and anyone could tell that. They were computer geeks, and they were skipped, skipped how? They didn't have the option of career training. It went like, district one, district two, and then district four. Either the capitol couldn't count, or they hated district three. Darox always thought in negative ways, it isn't like he started acting all depressed last week. His sister's death was just so hard on him, and his only escape was to slit his wrists. Darox wished he would meet someone who understood him, and he was certain there was someone. Just like stretching after getting out of bed and getting up early, there was someone who slit their wrists.

The world was made up of egomaniacs and people who didn't know what the word ego meant. The world was made up of cliches and people who couldn't be more unique. The world was made up of champions and people who didn't know what winning was like. The world was made of rich people and people who don't know what it's like to know that you can make it through another day. The world is made up of people who do things and people who just watch and get jealous. The world is made up of musicians and people who couldn't hit a single note. The world was made up of humans and people who want a normal life for a day.
Out of those groups, Darox didn't know where he fell. He wished he did, but he didn't know. Was he an egomaniac? Was he cliche? Was he a champion? Was he rich? Was he someone who actually did something to change the world? Was he a musician? Was he a normal human?

He did know something, he had too many unanswered questions in his life. At least he could say something like "knowing the right questions is better than having all the right answers." which was true. But Darox didn't understand how questions matter if you're not getting anywhere. "Maybe because then, you at least no when to start," his dad had suggested, and Darox saw that as a possible answer, and took that into thought. There was also another saying that was common, something like "expect the unexpected." which was total jank to Darox. Because (and bare with him here), if you're expecting the unexpected, then the unexpected is the expected, so you're really expecting the expected. But if you're expecting the expected, then isn't the unexpected the expected? And if that's true, then the expected is the unexpected, and so on. It was really strange and weird - a paradox.
Another paradox is the one about the one that goes "everything I say is a lie.", but that was the simplest. If it was lying, that it was telling the truth, but if it were telling the truth, it was lying.

With too much going on his head, he accidentally bumped into a girl wearing torn, baby-blue jeans and a yellow shirt. Fashion these days. Darox thought though he didn't have the normalest wardrobe, and those clothes weren't even odd.

Darox couldn't help staring at her wrists, though. They were slit, just like him. He wanted to say something stupid, but he didn't, he looked away in a shifty way and said "Sorry, about bumping into you," he spoke, My name is Darox. Pleasure to meet you. Then, he extended his equally slit wrist out, a gesture for her to shake it. Darox was right, there is someone like him out there.

i tell you that i wanna go, but i wanna stay.
i tell you that i wanna go, but i wanna stay.
i tell you that i wanna go,
but i wanna stay.

ooc; please remind me to use this during my next post, someone :DD ?

Other: i hope you choose me and good luck to others.

[Entei]

Name: Entei, and for all you stalkers out there, - Chris
Age: 14
Previous experience: Owner of IRC Networks. Moderators in some failed Forums.
Why should we choose you? I’m one of those people, the ones you meet on the street – the ones that don’t know who you are, but still want to be friends with you. You know? I’ve got a good knowledge of art(colors) and music. Though I’m not a roleplay whiz I definitely try. I'm also organized, I keep things in order- Alphabetically - date - size, whatever you want. I keep records and notes of most things that go on - not here of course, but, well in real life >.> To help keep me in check.

Roleplay Sample:

| | District Four | | 17 | | Female | |

What I look like...

Gale has a lovely light bronze hair in the sun, but in the shade it’s a deep and strong bronze. Her eyes, oh her eyes, are a distinct shade of green. Sea green. It’s like the shade of both her parent’s eyes combined. Gale is 5”8’, an average height for a girl in her district but longs to become a little taller. She’s got quite a bit of muscle on her because she has to haul and create nets. Her fingers aren’t long but they are slender. Her nose comes to a little point and her head is oddly shaped, pentagonal maybe? She doesn’t mind what people say about it but, it does hurt. Her features are what separates her from the rest of the teenagers in the district. Eyes too deeply colored. Hair multi-toned. But it’s exactly what she loves about herself.

Gale is a normal looking teenager in stature. But she can’t haul up most nets because of lack of muscle but her skill in creating them is much better. Her skin isn’t pale but isn’t tan, a weird completion. Her hair is most of the times is let out, but when working is set out in a ponytail. When she’s working her appearance is completely different, her hair is in a ponytail, her skin is pale, and her eyes look grey. Especially, when working on a boat in a storm, the concentration on her face is noticeable, there is a massive change in look and personality when working. Had she not be working, all hours of her day would be at home and her life and look would be dull and pointless.

Gale has a good sense in fashion, but District Four has no cause to look good. Though most people in District Four DO look good! She usually goes towards semi-[in]formal when going out with friends and at home. People like it. She likes it. No-one disagrees with it. So it makes EVERYONE HAPPY!

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What I feel...

Gale is a ‘different’ teenager. She isn’t all bubbly and giggly; she doesn’t talk about boys and drool over them. She creates knots which she uses for nets; heavy rope is hard to carry. Her father is a spear-fisherman, but he uses nets from time to time- all made by Gale. She’s as soft as a pillow when at home and around her friends, but when working as hard as granite and stone. People have wanted to get to know about her, but they’ve seen her when she’s working, they’re afraid of her. Gale has a handful of friends, she can count the number of friends she has off on her fingers. Gale is extremely intelligent, she is a straight A student. Most people in her class are envious of her, they want her intelligence

What makes Gale so different from the girls in the District is the ability to understand biology and the anatomy of certain things. She can comprehend different things, she can have intellectual conversations with many adults. Education in District Four is very low, though her parents are much smarter ~ Higher Class Homo sapiens~ than most of the adults. Gale’s friends aren’t as smart as her but she teaches them and has little groups teaching kids how to tie knots and make nets. On occasions, Gale can lose her temper, and become a pyromaniac. She’ll burn things like rope and parchment. One thing she can’t control is her temper… Oh! And her arrogance. Gale things she knows everything, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t like people proving her wrong, this lights her fuse and makes her lose her temper.

Gale doesn’t deserve to be called ‘The Smartest’ she believes that there are people, younger, and better than her at what she’s good at. She also believes that there are people OLDER than her and worse off. She believes that everything she has is a gift. A gift from The Creator[God]. But what makes her so unique is the way she can make something that came out mean, and was meant to BE mean, seem harmless. She’s cute, like her voice. Her voice isn’t high pitched but it sounds cute . It’s what makes her who she is. She believes that the largest flaw in being unique is that EVERYONE is unique. When she finds someone that can do something that someone else can’t, she will say "You're unique, just like everyone else!"

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What I felt...

Gale works her a- Bottom off! She’s been on many ships, fishing, sailing, transportation. You name it, she’s been on it! Her father says she works harder that he does. It makes him jealous, and also makes him work twice as hard. She laughs at how hard he tries. Gale’s parents have a second house, one of the rooms in this house has a room dedicated to Gale’s nets. The rest of it is a house they put out for rent. They make 60 coins[dollars] a month. Which is quite a lot in the district. Her mother was once a sailor, she’d take out boats with only her and her husband. Those trips ended when Gale was born. Gale feels that her parents stopped having fun when she was born. She doesn’t like it, the feeling of guilt. It weighs heavily on Gale’s heart.

Gales fingers have many scars on them. All from too much rope-work. Gale has had too many injuries while working on boats. Broken her right arm from the elbow to the wrist on a fishing boat. Rolled an ankle and broke the other on a cruise ship – [In a storm]. Gale has had more injuries than a girl should in a lifetime. Ironically, she has NEVER been sick. How can a girl who has had so many injuries never get infections or the flu or a virus or any sickness for that matter? It boggles her and her mother’s mind. It makes her think; ‘Am I immune to all sicknesses? Is my immune system that strong?’ She’ll never know, until she meets a Capitol doctor. She’ll never meet a Capitol doctor, and she knows that.

Gale has been in many fights with other girls, and guess what!? They were about boys! Yes, that’s right, Gale has been in fights with other girls about boys! This was when she was twelve and thirteen, where she tried to get into the pants of the first boy she saw. She was a nymphomaniac. When she was 12-13, sex was all that was on her mind. She once got caught with a boy that was with another girl in the district, she broke the arm of the girl that started the fight. She then got kept in the house for a month, during this time she reflected on her actions and made sure she’d never be with another guy unless she loved him or was mature enough to sustain an adult relationship . Gale enjoys watching other people be happy, but she never works up the effort to be happy herself.

Gale has been in many a-relationship, she has grown in her past experiences. This has led her into not being in a relationship today! It makes her happy seeing young relationships be destroyed by cheating and adultery. It makes her laugh seeing a person with two or more boyfriends/girlfriends. She sees a man with another woman; she walks off to tell herself NOT to do that. Gale knows right from wrong. It also makes her happy that she does and others don’t. Flawed. That is what she calls herself. She recognizes her flaws, unlike other people. She can’t control whether or not she has flaws, but she tries her best to improve on them.

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Other: Thank you. Even though I’m not the best at roleplaying (and I can’t stress how bad I am at it), I make it up with other things. Again, thanks for looking over this – and taking your time to read it. This is also the same app from the last staff search.

[A Toa's Friend (atoafriend)]

Name: atoafriend
Age: 16.4
Previous experience: No.
Why should we choose you? I know I've been a kind-of on-and-off member as of late, but I still like to remain a part of this awesome site. As a 2-year member and going, I'm very familiar with how this site is run and the character creation system. As a forum user for an ever longer time, I'm also fairly familiar with basic coding and can always learn more if need be. And since I expect my junior year to be nowhere near as stressful as it was my sophomore year, I expect to be much more involved with the HGRPG and have a greater amount of activity and such.

When it comes to organizing characters, keeping links to profiles and directories updated, etc, I'm very OCD about making sure everything's in order; and I WILL make sure everything is in order. On the computer where things are much easier to organize, I can efficiently get things sorted out and in order during activity checks and any other time. As someone who's dealt with inefficient organizers in my past, I know how frustrating it can be sometimes when something's asked to be done but a month later it's STILL not done, so I will do my best to keep directories, threads, faceclaims, and such, all in order on a regular basis, and periodically check links to character profiles to make sure they're not lost or broken, etc.

Although unfortunately my academic life must take a greater priority at times, HGRPG has been a wonderful part of my life and my overall writing/composition skills have greatly improved by RPing with the wonderful people here. I'd love to give back to this awesome site that's been the source of so much creative fun for me, and being a Librarian can help me do just that.

Roleplay Sample: [from www.hungergamesrpg.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=eight&thread=23571&page=1#112236]

It had been a long day out on the field. First Feliciano dropped the feed bucket, spilling its contents everywhere. Then Lovino whacked him upside the head when he forgot to add tomatoes in his sandwich. Then he got distracted while looking in the clouds for odd shapes, letting one of the wool lambs wander off who-knows-where.

Quitting time was long ago, and it was dark. Being the forgetful boy that he was, Feliciano had not thought to bring a torch to light the way. He was sure that the farmers had now started the evening bonfire now and were drinking and singing songs, and wished he could be there. But he promised the wool farmer that he would get the lamb back, so he went on ahead and kept searching.

It's awfully dark out, he thought as he treaded through the woods at the edge of the farm. It had been hours since he had started, and he began to wonder whether he would be able to find his way back. This would not be the first time Feliciano got lost in the woods, but he was still terrified every time he went so far the farm was no longer in view. Even though his brother could be such a bully, Feliciano hoped that Lovino would begin to worry and come find him and bring him back to the warmth and safety of the bonfire soon. Although he had the thought to stick bits of white cloth on stick in the ground so he could find his way back, it was likely that he would miss them anyways. At least the evening air is warm, he thought, tramping through the trees. It was the most terrifying on cold nights when it rained: then he would curl up under a tree and cry until Lovino found him. The tree leaves were so dense he couldn’t see the sky, and he hoped and hoped that it would please not rain.

He was starting to think of turning back when he saw it -- there! With a cry of delight, Feliciano took off after the lamb, which ran surprisingly fast, through the wooded area. Several times he tripped over roots or rocks on the ground, and each time the lamb got a little farther and a little farther. "No! Wait!" he cried out, scrambling to his feet. "Come back! I only want to take you home!"

The lamb was clearly not listening to him. It bounded a few feet further and disappeared. Panicking, Feliciano took of as fast as he could when suddenly there were no more trees or leaves, just a plain dirt road. Stumbling out of the brush, Feliciano looked left and right: there was no sign of the lamb. He groaned and leaned forward with his hands on his knees, catching his breath. Had he really just chased that stupid lamb all the way to near the edge of the district? He supposed now he should turn back and start finding his way back to the farm before the whole district sent a search party out for him and tell the farmer that the lamb had run too far. The farmer was a nice man, and would forgive him since he spent so much time and wandered such a distance trying to get it back.

Feliciano stood up straight and looked up to be greeted by the sight of thousands of stars in the sky. The sight took his breath away. Sometimes back on the farm when it was late at night, he would snuff out all the lamps he had on in the barn and look out at the sky; whenever there were stars, he wasn’t afraid of the dark. Then he would stare and stare until he fell asleep. Remembering he was supposed to be heading back, Feliciano tore his gaze away from the sky, reminding himself that that was exactly what he would do when he got back.

Now he looked left and right on the dirt road. Which way was he supposed to go? He was startled to make out small portions of the wire fence that surrounded the district. Was he really this far out? What if a Peacekeeper found him this far and thought he was trying to escape, and shot him right there and leave him to die? Feliciano shook his head. Of course that wouldn’t happen…right?

Then he saw him: someone standing a few yards off the road. Who else on earth would be this far out at such a ridiculous hour? Curious, Feliciano walked closer to see what was going on, and was startled to see that it wasn’t a man, but a boy, about as old as him. Why would a boy be out here this far? Did he loose track of some livestock and come all the way out here to chase it, too? Feliciano had the terrible feeling that was not the case.

The boy wasn’t wearing any tops, just a pair of jeans. He looked much stronger than Feliciano, with visible muscles on his arms and torso, the kind that he sometimes wished he had. Wavy locks of dirty-blond hair fell to his shoulders, the light breeze tugging at them every now and then. He was sitting and staring up at the sky. Feliciano realized with a jolt that he was standing at the edge of the chasm Lovino had told him about. "I’ll friggin’ throw you down there if you screw up one more time!" his brother had said; his threats were all empty threats and Feliciano laughed each time. But now he saw the chasm for the first time and was terrified. Of all the places in District 8 to sit and stargaze, why here where it was so dangerous?

"H-hello?" Feliciano called out at the boy. "Are you alright, sir?"

Other: Thanks for your consideration! ^_^

[Andre Lethal]

Heh, I'll apply. Why he hell not?

Name: Rick

Age: 18

Previous experience: Former Admin on Helba's Corner (no longer exists), Faction Leader on Fire Emblem Revolution (no longer exisits), Advertising Officer and Current Officer of Human Resources on Paradigm Shift

Why should we choose you?
Well, I'm a new member so there isn't a lot I can say personally, but I think I wouldn't be a bad choice. Been a fan of The Hunger Games for a while now and am a huge fan of the lore behind it all. Besides the reason we're all here, I tend to look at myself as a people person. I can easily deal with all types of people and have been viewed as a top member on mulitple RPBs.

When it comes to the task of Libraian, I'm sure I'd be up for the task. On most sites I've been on I've been known to keep close track of storlines, and keep summaries on them so users can be up to date. Approving bios would be easy for a guy like who who has made some great, and terrible bios. By this point I've seen more than enough applications to know what flies and what shouldn't. Not to mention I'll always hop on a PM to help anyone out with fixing their bio up, their RP style, or crtique them if they need help progressing a character.

Roleplay Sample:

Apr 8, 2011 22:54:33 GMT -5 Andre Lethal said:

As I spun to get the bottle out of Ari's hand I complimented myself. It was a nice kick. Great form, great speed, and it seemed to be so nice and fluid. I had come a long way from the streets of L.A. not knowing what Capoeria was to this. A long way indeed. It was nice knowing that my skills had come so far after so short of a time.

What?...What was this? Why is everything so slow? What...what happened? Why can't I feel my legs? So...so strange. I feel something inside me. It's cold. What could it be? Pain? Is this pain? I feel dripping inside. It doesn't feel right. I gott a turn around. What's behind me?

Turning my self around as much as I could I could finally see it. Claws? Why were they inside me? Is that...my kidney on the floor? All this blood...is it mine? I kept turning as much as I could. I could feel it more now, those claws wrenching against my side cutting me more and more. Looking up I saw his face. The Feral Chinaman. Tiao Fei Long.

I looked down. I could see my own intestines. Maybe my stomach? Liver? Pancreas? All chopped, no sliced and falling out. I had only turned to kick Ari's bottle away. Was Death this quick? I guess so. I can't hear anything anymore. Are they talking?

Fei. that bastard. Fucking cheap shot. No real man kills like this. Internally I can feel blood coming up my throat. In a mix of reflex and action I cough up a lot of blood right in his face. It looks funny, but I can feel it all getting fuzzy. Fuck. I can't die now...not like this. No...

Dad...Mom...I'm sorry I never got to meet you...Ryu...you son of a bitch...I wish we fought...one last time. Director Scott...you bastard...but I can't blame you. Ari...Ari...You...you go to hell. No...no..you live with it. Fellow AT's...do a good job. Kiyr...I'm so...sorry. Jack...you psycho...we...we cool. Tyrone...you know...what to do. And..and Fei...fucking gook...I'll be waiting for you...on the other side...

Gathering all that's left of my strength I see everything go black. Is it the lights, or the black rush of death. Doesn't matter...might as well get it out...now.

"Tell them...tell Paradigm...I...I died...fighting..."

Famous last words eh? There they went. My body went limp. Blood everywhere. Nothing but blackness and coldness. But it's familiar. I've been here before. But this time, I'm not coming back. This is it. Baron Samedi...I'm coming for you. Dig my grave shallow...so I can feel...the rain.

I ain't scared to die...

(ooc: Andre is now 100% dead. I'll post his funeral come tomorrow.)

Other: Fan of the Hunger Games, good with people, basic Coding Knowledge, advid RPer, and man with an astounding amount for free time. =D

[Bitter Laugh]

Name: Bitter Laugh

Age: 13

Previous experience: I've had no real experience. (I do have experience in HTML if that goes here???)

Why should we choose you? Well, I am a very organized person (due to my mother's OCD genes. ^_^) and I have a lot of experience in HTML since I took a class on it last year. Also, I manage a website (if you want the link, please PM me. It's a little personal) for my mom's friend's organization. I am a good graphic designer and, truthfully, I have A LOT of time on my hands. I am pretty active (and will be even more active once school starts. I know, that's weird) and I really enjoy and love this website and everyone in it!

Roleplay Sample:

My heart urges me to argue with him. To say that he will need help in the games and that I could provide it with ease. But my mind tells me to leave it be and to just listen to him. He’s so sure he is going to go to the Games next year. He must have signed up for so much tesserae. I panic for a moment. He can’t go into The Hunger Games! Not now, not ever! If he dies then you’ll be all alone, Lyla. Just like you have been your entire life! My hands start to shake. I remember how I used to be before I met Thomas.

I see myself walking in a crowded hallway, being shoved past and shouted at. In my left hand I grasp a brown sack, and in the other I hold a thin blue spiral with papers shoved into the cover. We’re on our way to lunch. ”Move it! Someone yells. I move a little to the left, allowing him passage through the Red Sea that is my class. I know secretly that I could kill him with one flick of my wrist, but I figure an enemy in my own District is a bad idea. At least for the time being, that is.

After forever of walking, I finally reach the doorway to the lunch room. Cheers and screams echo from within the walls of the eating area. Some are shrill, girly screams, others manly cheers of triumph. I go to my regular place, a table in the far corner of the room, and sit down with a huff. I unpack my lunch slowly and glance at what’s inside. A small cup of peas, a Diet Capito, and some Prezzi Snow Pretzels. I unpack the pretzels first, laughing as I see a white-haired man winking on the package. I set them on my table and unpack the Diet Capito. On the can, I see a shining city and a pink woman – literally, her skin is pink. Finally, I get out the peas, and eat them first.

My life had been so full of stupid things. Stupid decisions, stupid thoughts, even stupid soda cans! Now, I feel alive. One single thought forms in my head. A thought that, if put into action, would ruin what Thomas had worked for his entire life. You will be hurting him very much if you say that, Lyla. I warn myself. But I nod my head. I know that, but I don’t think he would ever hate me for asking it, so reluctantly, I do. ”Why not stay here? Don’t go to The Hunger Games. Just spend the time with me?”

Other: N/A