As previously answered we could consider a co-admin if someone wishes to be one. But we only need a bio co-admin so for someone to be accepted as such they should submit us a sample biography following our layout.
How active can you be: I am very active during the day, and for the most of the night. I have a job, but I only work on Monday’s. I also have class on some days, but they are pretty scattered.
Would you prefer to help with the bios or make the graphics: Bios
Bio Sample:
I wrote this bio for a skeleton roleplay that I tried to open, unfortunately it didn’t take off. The RP was about a school for drug lords; the character I wrote for was part of the testers program - this is where people tested the drugs that were made by the other students.
Name: Alice Turner
Age: 17
Face Claim: Emma Watson
Short Biography:
There were only two things certain in Alice’s life; the first was that she had more potential in her little thumb than anyone she had ever known, and the second was that she was going to die before she was able to reach that potential. When Alice was 9, she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis; the doctor’s said that she wouldn’t live past the age of 20.
Alice’s parents went to every doctor, surgeon and specialist in the hopes of finding a way to help their daughter; unfortunately, no one had any answers for them. One day, Mr Turner read that some of the properties found in Marijuana help with MS. After further research, he found out about Greenwood’s Tester Program and enrolled Alice immediately. This way, Alice can get as much access to the only thing that could possibly keep her alive.
Personality Traits:
+ Creative, Kind and Intelligent
- Pessimistic, Bitter and Unmotivated.
Connections:
Morgan Hart: Alice envies the boy who has such a bright future, and feels herself becoming closer and closer to him. Unfortunately, Alice doesn’t want to get to close to anyone; she feels that the less people that care about her, the less will hurt when she dies.
Anna Johnston: Alice wishes that the woman would stop worrying about her all the time. She hates that she constantly feels as though the woman is watching her; almost waiting for her to blow up.
Para Sample:
This is a sample written for a Pirate RP. I was auditioning for a character who owned the brothel on the Island.
Elias sat quietly behind his desk, and listened carefully to the sounds that seeped through the walls. Business had been slow lately, a fact that didn’t sit well with him. He looked down at the small pile of money laid out on the desk, it was not nearly enough to cover all the costs of running a business such as his. Completely lost in thought, he almost missed the light tap on the door. He looked up quickly, placed the money inside his drawer and locked it.
"Yes?" He said, his voice cold and irritable. The door opened slightly, and a young girl moved between the space to make herself known. Elias forced a smile onto his lips, she was not someone who worked for him. "Can I help you?" His voiced dripping with false chivalry and cruel intentions. The girl moved further into the room, her knuckles turning white as she fisted her hands in fear.
"My name is…" She stopped, the look in his eyes must have told her that he didn’t really care what her name was. She took a deep breath, stood up a little taller and mustered up all the courage she could. "I want a job." She said at the speed of which one would pull a bandaid from a wound. "I heard you were looking for girls too…" She didn’t finish the sentence, but they both knew what she meant. Before she could continue, he stood from his chair and moved around the desk towards her. He looked her up and down; she was pretty, and very young, but her nerves would be a problem. After he examined her carefully, he stood back and rested against the desk.
"Take off your clothes." He commanded curtly. If she was serious about wanting to work for him then she had to learn two things, one: to do as she was told, and two: when a man says ‘take off your clothes’, you do so immediately. Panic flashed across her eyes, and she took another deep breath before quickly undoing the laces of her dress; it was evident that she was in a hurry to get this over with. "No…" He stopped her. "No man wants to feel that you are trying to rush things. Do it slowly. Seduce me." His words hung in the air, thick and heavy. He knew what it felt like to be completely captivated by a woman, and he wanted his customers to know the feeling too.
She looked at him for a while; he could almost see the moral war raging on in her mind. Suddenly, her eyes glossed over slightly; the look on her face changed from fear to something slightly more sinister than lust. She dropped her hands to her sides and moved towards him slowly. Once they were only an inch apart, she began to unwind her laces again. She kept her eyes locked on his, slowly easing her way into his mind. This was a dance, a ritual performed by the gods themselves; Elias knew the steps, and it would seem that the young girl knew them too. Soon enough, her dress fell to the floor along with her inhibitions. Although his eyes never stayed from hers, he could tell that she was something to be desired.
"Be here before sundown tomorrow." He said like the serpent he was. "And bring the dress."
