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Name: SubservientMod Experience: I have actually been a moderator of another superhero group, as well as a bionicle group, a supernatural group, and a skyrim group. But the Supernatural Academy is my pride and joy.
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RP Example: Fredrick made his way through the burned, broken village. He had watched this place burn nearly fourteen years ago. He had heard the screams of all the people who were dying for him when he was seven. He hadn't gone back. Not until now. Now he faced all of his failings, decomposed and dead on the ground. He carefully buried them all, giving them blessings in garbled Lakota mixed with English when he couldn't call the correct words to memory. He worked on this for a week before he got to the last skeleton, which was a little ways off and laying exactly as he had left his mother's body. He buried this grave exceptionally carefully, dotting the top with sand which he fried into glass with hellfire, using his vast array of knives to carve into the glass tombstone,
huco.
What a broad statement. Yet he could find nothing else, for this word, huco, carried so much meaning.
It meant mother. Protector and caretaker, hard worker unafraid of sacrifice. Brave and powerful, everything Fredrick knew he could never be. Huco. Mother.
He owed her so much. A tremendous debt he could never repay. But he could at least tell her the truth, after all this time.
So he told her what he could never tell Lina or David or Tyr.
"I'm a coward, huco," he began. "I could not face my inner demons, so I distracted myself by facing the ones outside." His father.
"I could not confront my own emotions. I could not allow myself to admit that I was half-demon. I did not hide the fact from anyone, anyone but myself. I could not resist my internal demons, so I appeased it. I distracted it. I killed. I killed over and over again to satisfy its bloodlust. Because I couldn't face it. I could never fight it. And I was never man enough to let you go. Never strong enough to admit to myself that you were dead. That's.... that's why I never came back. That's why I never dared to see you again, because I was afraid that what I knew would be verified. I had grown up with this impossible fantasy that you'd only fainted, and that you were looking for me. I knew I was lying to myself, but I was always so afraid to prove it to myself. I see my failings again and again, everything I can never be embodied in those around me. The store owner who gave his life for me. Mat, stepping forth to take a death that should have come to me. Your uncle, who fought off the enemy to give me time to escape. And you, my mother, my huco, whose last breath was used to help me. I see what I could so easily become in my father, who was baited by Lucifer long ago and fell into his clutches, willingly becoming a slave after being lied to about freedom. Bent and twisted and broken, my father was, until he was a hateful and bitter demon known as Belial. Until he was not so much as Lucifer's pet. And I was so close, huco. I was so close to becoming just like him. So close to losing my humanity. But.... somehow I held on. It wasn't through my own strength. Something was helping me. Something powerful and benevolent, some consciousness that felt so different from mine that I could never mistake it for my own strength. But the demon within me is still trying to break free. My human side and demon side will always be at odds, for that was the first prophesy Lucifer ever tried to break. 'Your children and her children shall always be at odds,' the Almighty told the Serpent. I shall never know peace, by mother, but... I guess that's okay. I may never know peace, but I have seen sacrifice and courage and love. I've seen others step forward for me and my companions. I've seen my fair share of death and suffering, true, but that doesn't mean I have to fall into a hateful and pitiable existance. I couldn't accept you were truly dead for awhile, huco, but... I think I can stop living in the past now. You're dead. It's high time I accept that. The pain of losing you may never go away, but that's alright because the pain is all I have left, and I'm glad to know that at least that will stay with me for the rest of my life."
Why you want to be a mod: I notice that there isn't much activity here yet, so you don't need much enforcement. But that will change if you're planning on a lot of activity, and I would like to enforce the rules. I could also update a news thread.
What you can help with: A news thread and enforcement.
Plot/Organization Ideas: Both Hydra and SHIELD could be going after the TIME DILATION ACCELERATOR.
Name: Damian GalianoMod Experience: I've been the mod of a ton of groups
RP Example: ?
Why you want to be a mod: I just love superheros and I think me being a mod will help this group out
What you can help with: Ideas
Plot/Organization Ideas (If you have any): Kang the Conqueror's time device getting damaged by the Avengers causing a rift in time causing the time periods to smash together
Name: KaleyMarie
Mod Experience: I'm a mod in about 10-13 groups. Right now My pride and joy would probably be either The Nevernever or Warriors: The Clans of New, both of which are still under construction.
RP Example:
Thalia wore a small, sleeveless black cocktail dress with a white leather crop jacket. She had three inch heels on with a small black bedazzled wristlet. Her long blonde hair was in a waterfall braid with small gems and her hair was in curly ringlets. She had a smokey eye with red lipstick.
She walked down River Boulevard, by herself. It was a cool night, clouds rolled in and covered the moon from sight. It was definitely sketchy, and the neighborhood she was in didn't help her nerves at all. Thalia stopped at an intersection and pulled her cellphone out. She dialed the only reliable friend she had, Drake Evans.
"Hey Drake can you pick me up, Lucy left me at the party and I still have five more miles before I would make it home." Thalia asked her friend once he answered the phone. His deep melodic and childish voice came through the phone like honey. "Yep, I'll be there in five, what street you on?" Drake answered without a hint of hesitation. "The intersection on River Boulevard and Lincoln Road." She responded right away. Thalia hung up her phone and put it back into her wristlet.
She turned and saw a bench beneath a single light lamppost. She sat down on the bench and waited for Drake to come pick her up. She saw a man in a long trench coat on the other side of the street talking to a man in a nice, formal suite. Then the man turned in her direction and gave her a Cheshire Cat grin...
Why do you want to be a mod? I love the avengers and I would love to get more experience as a mod. It would help not only the group, but it would also be handy to have an extra person to help look after things when the Head mod isn't on.
What you can help with: I could help answer questions, enforce the rules, the rules assist those who need help. I also could teach those who don't know how to use html, how to use it, and help come up with new ideas.
Plot/Organization Ideas: RP setting could be, NYC or Washington DC or another very popular cities. You could also have everyone's home, or make a school that they all attend, with shops around the town/city they're in.
For the plot, you could have some kind of crisis, such as aliens, terrorists hired by Hydra, Hydra coming up with a weather machine. You could have some kind of war going on or could do small themes, like the kids growing up with being celebrities.
However, if you don't want that much drama you could always have them living their lives, and protecting the city when needed to and maybe help each other out.
Mod Experience: I'm a mod in about 10-13 groups. Right now My pride and joy would probably be either The Nevernever or Warriors: The Clans of New, both of which are still under construction.
RP Example:
Thalia wore a small, sleeveless black cocktail dress with a white leather crop jacket. She had three inch heels on with a small black bedazzled wristlet. Her long blonde hair was in a waterfall braid with small gems and her hair was in curly ringlets. She had a smokey eye with red lipstick.
She walked down River Boulevard, by herself. It was a cool night, clouds rolled in and covered the moon from sight. It was definitely sketchy, and the neighborhood she was in didn't help her nerves at all. Thalia stopped at an intersection and pulled her cellphone out. She dialed the only reliable friend she had, Drake Evans.
"Hey Drake can you pick me up, Lucy left me at the party and I still have five more miles before I would make it home." Thalia asked her friend once he answered the phone. His deep melodic and childish voice came through the phone like honey. "Yep, I'll be there in five, what street you on?" Drake answered without a hint of hesitation. "The intersection on River Boulevard and Lincoln Road." She responded right away. Thalia hung up her phone and put it back into her wristlet.
She turned and saw a bench beneath a single light lamppost. She sat down on the bench and waited for Drake to come pick her up. She saw a man in a long trench coat on the other side of the street talking to a man in a nice, formal suite. Then the man turned in her direction and gave her a Cheshire Cat grin...
Why do you want to be a mod? I love the avengers and I would love to get more experience as a mod. It would help not only the group, but it would also be handy to have an extra person to help look after things when the Head mod isn't on.
What you can help with: I could help answer questions, enforce the rules, the rules assist those who need help. I also could teach those who don't know how to use html, how to use it, and help come up with new ideas.
Plot/Organization Ideas: RP setting could be, NYC or Washington DC or another very popular cities. You could also have everyone's home, or make a school that they all attend, with shops around the town/city they're in.
For the plot, you could have some kind of crisis, such as aliens, terrorists hired by Hydra, Hydra coming up with a weather machine. You could have some kind of war going on or could do small themes, like the kids growing up with being celebrities.
However, if you don't want that much drama you could always have them living their lives, and protecting the city when needed to and maybe help each other out.
Name: Morgan
Experience:I have been a mod in multiple groups! Mystic Island, Under the Sea, and Divergent. I am also pretty active! :).
RP Example:
Sarah looked around the mall, biting her bottom lip. She was scared. Very scared. Her dad had told her not to come home. Ever. If not home, where was she supposed to go? She had no other family..she was terrified. Why couldn't she go home? What was happening? What was the problem? Chills ran up her spine as she heard a scream coming from a distance. Were They coming for her? Who were they? Her head pounded as she looked back and forth, her red hair flying with each turn. She had to get somewhere safe...somewhere out of the open.
She walked (ran) down the mall hall, her vans squeaking with each step. She was so scared....she had never been this terrified in her life. "Excuse you miss...is everything alright?" A kiosk man asked when she had stopped to take a breath. Her brown eyes widened with panic and she began to back away, her face turning pale. "Don't hurt me." She begged, her voice cracking. The man had an offended look on his face as he stepped towards her. She gasped, turned and ran in the other direction. What if he was them? What if-she knocked right into something...or someone. Sending her flying. She landed hard on her head, and stars danced across her vision.
A hand touched her arm, helping her up. Even in her dazed state she knew not to trust them. "Don't touch me." She snapped weakly, half heartadly batting his hand away. "Its Ok Sarah. You can trust me." A kind voice sad. Sarah, against her will was automatically calmed down. She relaxed, the deer caught in head lights look fading. Until her logic kicked in. "No I can't! If every man said that and I trusted them I would be dead by now." She said quickly, shoving his hand away with all the strength she could muster in her dazed state. The man chuckled, placing his hand on the small of her back. "Sarah. I worked with your dad. Trust me." He said gently, a little tension in his voice. She could tell he was getting furstrated. Time to use that to her advantage. "oh really, What is my dads name?" She asked sceptically, her eyebrow raised. She wasn't moving until she knew she could trust him. "His nick name is Jack, but his Full name is Jackson Adam Greening." The man said happily. Sarah sighed, giving in. No one but her dads friends knew his full name. Not even his boss. A S.H.E.I.L.D director. Weird. "fine. But if I die its your fault."
Reason: I want to help take the stress and pressure off of you! Anything to help! I will do anything you need me To! Running a group can be stressful!
Help With: Anything and everything you need me to!
Plot/Organization Rules: Keep all the different threads in different categories! And then somewhere into the mix we can through in some human characters. Maybe like girlfriend/boyfriends of the superhero ones. They can be all stubborn and try to help, and then we get tons of drama because the superheros try to save them! :)
Experience:I have been a mod in multiple groups! Mystic Island, Under the Sea, and Divergent. I am also pretty active! :).
RP Example:
Sarah looked around the mall, biting her bottom lip. She was scared. Very scared. Her dad had told her not to come home. Ever. If not home, where was she supposed to go? She had no other family..she was terrified. Why couldn't she go home? What was happening? What was the problem? Chills ran up her spine as she heard a scream coming from a distance. Were They coming for her? Who were they? Her head pounded as she looked back and forth, her red hair flying with each turn. She had to get somewhere safe...somewhere out of the open.
She walked (ran) down the mall hall, her vans squeaking with each step. She was so scared....she had never been this terrified in her life. "Excuse you miss...is everything alright?" A kiosk man asked when she had stopped to take a breath. Her brown eyes widened with panic and she began to back away, her face turning pale. "Don't hurt me." She begged, her voice cracking. The man had an offended look on his face as he stepped towards her. She gasped, turned and ran in the other direction. What if he was them? What if-she knocked right into something...or someone. Sending her flying. She landed hard on her head, and stars danced across her vision.
A hand touched her arm, helping her up. Even in her dazed state she knew not to trust them. "Don't touch me." She snapped weakly, half heartadly batting his hand away. "Its Ok Sarah. You can trust me." A kind voice sad. Sarah, against her will was automatically calmed down. She relaxed, the deer caught in head lights look fading. Until her logic kicked in. "No I can't! If every man said that and I trusted them I would be dead by now." She said quickly, shoving his hand away with all the strength she could muster in her dazed state. The man chuckled, placing his hand on the small of her back. "Sarah. I worked with your dad. Trust me." He said gently, a little tension in his voice. She could tell he was getting furstrated. Time to use that to her advantage. "oh really, What is my dads name?" She asked sceptically, her eyebrow raised. She wasn't moving until she knew she could trust him. "His nick name is Jack, but his Full name is Jackson Adam Greening." The man said happily. Sarah sighed, giving in. No one but her dads friends knew his full name. Not even his boss. A S.H.E.I.L.D director. Weird. "fine. But if I die its your fault."
Reason: I want to help take the stress and pressure off of you! Anything to help! I will do anything you need me To! Running a group can be stressful!
Help With: Anything and everything you need me to!
Plot/Organization Rules: Keep all the different threads in different categories! And then somewhere into the mix we can through in some human characters. Maybe like girlfriend/boyfriends of the superhero ones. They can be all stubborn and try to help, and then we get tons of drama because the superheros try to save them! :)
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