Paging Cree!

[Cree-licious!]

NAME
Cree

LENGTH OF TIME IN NEXIVUS
Since July

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE
I was an admin, co-admin, and a variety of mods on other sites. I have been roleplaying for about seven years.

TIME COMMITMENTS
If you haven't noticed I'm here quite often. Sometimes I just leave my computer on while on this site and check it hourly even if I'm not on. I HAVE NO LIFE. XD

PERSONAL STATEMENT
Well, for one, I'm pretty beast at graphics and photomaniplations. I post A LOT and, as I mentioned before have almost zero social life.

MODDING SAMPLE

Heatmor trudged on, eyes downcast as he fretted over his situation. No food, nothing for days. Of course he could have just easily settled down without any, but his legs were heavy - deserts weren't his forte in means of transportation, but hey, the heat was great! Now, if only he could get some spicy food and a place to rest, he'd be in business, Arceus knew just what time he was expected by that group of a rival group of Heatmor on the top of the mountain yonder. When he lifted his head from the burning sand, he spotted a tiny village, which he could only assume this was one of the human villages at the base of the mountain. Grinning grotesquely under from his long maw, he quickened his pace, long claws scrapping the ground as he walked. He had heard rumors of the human's hospitality, and this day, they would give up everything they owned for him. He wanted it all; food , entertainment...trainers?

His maw twisted wryly as he saw two young ladies up ahead, already at the village. What luck, perhaps he'd land a pretty lady friend with at least one of them. Who couldn't fall for his explosive temper and sparky can-do attitude? Giggling quietly to him, tiny flames slithering passed his parched like lips, the creature stepped into the village, and what luck - no scary humans in sight! He clasped his hands together with a cheerful grin, now perhaps he could help himself to their food without causing a scene, although it would be less fun, he didn't want to waste precious energy kicking off a bunch of tiny pokemon from his heels. So, maneuvering himself slowly around the front gate, he brushed passed towards the two girls, and announced himself in his best suave, yet loud voice."Heatmoor! Heat!" He didn't even care that the two girls couldn't understand him, but what he meant to say was.<Hello, Ladies! Fine day, isn't it?> This would be his little distraction, trying his best not to look as menacing towards the twin girls who turned to glance at the fire pokemon in fear, a barking Lillipup nestled in one of their arms; he didn't want to frighten away good company.

[KITTYWHISKERS]

Thanks for stepping in, Cree. Welcome to the team!