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Post by & hatane , on Jul 31, 2011 3:08:54 GMT
NAME
hata, hatane, idk what else do people call me?
LENGTH OF TIME IN NEXIVUS
i've been here since july 17, so um, that would be two weeks i guess? unless i can't count.
PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE
i started roleplaying on hp forums, and then i had a dead spell before i picked up on anrui, then torrenta, then mysste and a whole bunch of other sites. i was a graphic mod on allegro, modded sometimes, used to mod on torrenta, and then my biggest position thus far has been admin on anrui (co-admin, really, but there's no difference herpderp) so um, yeah. i've been roleplaying since i was ten i think ouo so about six years, things have definitely changed.
TIME COMMITMENTS
it's the first few sites i check everyday! though tbh my commitments are piled over everest so i can't guarantee to get many posts done, but i think there's more to being a mod than just modding. i can help with graphics and plotting shebang here and there even if i have to admit i'm not the most efficient thing out there. so um i wouldn't mind being just a temp mod and all, yeah.
PERSONAL STATEMENT
i've run anrui into the ground and back out again! also i'm super duper fabulous coming from GMT +8 aka the timezone that i never find people in! and i'm mad good at graphics and coding and what not (read: boasting duh that's what a personal statement is for) level minded i suppose, and whatever your expectations, i meet and exceed them!
MODDING SAMPLE
Anyone seen a pissed chicken before? That flies? Well, damn right, there's one right here.
To be pissed was truly an understatement. The great phoenix was enraged, completely and utterly put off, annoyed, exasperated, frustrated, and angry above all. Oh yeah, go and talk to Lugia about his problems and what did the large water titan do? What he did best - Be an utter bitch and rant about his own problems! It was as though the god of life had seen what appeared to be a terrible, terrible case of PMS without the 'M'. The great bird cawed in annoyance, finally finding his favourite tree.
It was his haven. Here, no one would harm him. The Pokemon's talons tightened their grip around the branch, which was thick and more than stable. The tree was old, older than Ho-oh had counted - He had been reborn several times, he lost count. Quietly, he preened his feathers, running the rustic yellow and rough beak along his colourful array of feathers. The passing breeze was making it annoying however, repeatedly thwarting his attempts to groom himself. Finally, the great bird became frustrated once again. With a single flick of his head, the creature cawed, voice ringing through every inch of the virtual tropical paradise.
Pokemon scuttled from their homes. Grass types scuttled on the ground, and anything that could fly scooped up a grass type or two and fled far from the tree, knowing that Ho-oh had been disturbed and was angered to no end. He had attempted to set the place of fire, no matter how fake, and it was more than enough to permanently scar the residents from their humble abode and return only weeks later. Cries were sporadic and the scene chaotic as Pokemon flailed, fleeing as far as their little legs and wings would ever carry them.
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