Staff Auditions;; [open]

[Aliyyah]

There might possibly be another staff position open, although I am not sure. So I will open the audition and see if I think anyone is capable of doing it. It doesn't matter what kind of person you are, whether you be young or old, fantasy role player or reality, I judge on many other things and wish you all the best of luck.


Application;;
- - [u][b]Background[/b][/u] - -

[i]Name[/i];;
[I]Experience[/i];;
[i]Sample[/i];;

- - [u][b]Facts[/b][/u] - -

[i]Have you been staff on any sites?[/i];;  
[i]Provide a link(s) of said sites[/i];;
[i]Created your own?[/i];;
[i]If yes, Link it[/i];;

- - [b][u]Situations[/u][/b] - -
[i]Are you uptight about the rules, or laid back?[/i];;
[i]What does respect mean to you?[/i];;
[i]Why should I pick you?[/i];;

[n00b eater. ♥]

- - Background - -

Name;; Emily, Cilla, Kee, Brook, umm... that's it. o.o
Experience;; About a year and a half.
Sample;;
A beat up old Chevy pick up truck rolled down the road toward the parking lot. It was black but dented and looked like some have the paint had pealed. It was old and musty smelling on the inside but Tyler loved his car. He had just gotten his drivers license no more then a few months ago and his father had given him his old pick up truck. Tyler had loved that truck since the first day his father got it at a used car auction for a very cheap price. He had paid much less then what it was worth and the boy loved to drive it down the road when he was younger. He would sit on his father's lap and would steer while his father pushed the gas pedal and the breaks. Tyler loved to drive, ever since then and after waiting more then sixteen years, he had finally gotten his own truck. His father said it would die on him any day and his mother said it was a piece of s.hit by he didn't care. It was his baby and he loved it more then anything...

As he rolled down the road, Tyler's mind wandered with thoughts. He had decided to visit his darling younger cousin at Veneficus. It would be a surprise, of course, and he had gotten her a present. It wasn't much but he knew that it meant a whole lot to Cilla when she would see it. It was a guitar pick but much more then just that. It was gold with an opal in the center. He knew Cilla adored opal. She would probably think it was too beautiful to use and put it on display in her room some where. He knew she hadn't brought her guitar with her because her mother would catch her sneaking out of the house with it. He had gotten the pick on EBay for a very cheap price. Only $80 which wasn't that expensive for what it looked like. He was quite proud of what he had gotten.

Tyler pulled into the parking space and got out of his old truck. He wore long baggy dark blue jeans. On his feet he wore black and white Vans, which Cilla adored and sometimes wore herself. His shirt was white with a black drum set on it. It was one of his favorite t-shirts. His hair was different from what Cilla had seen last time. His natural color was a dark brown but he had dyed it black. His mother had let him dye his hair what ever color he wanted so he chose black. He wouldn't be able to color it much lighter because it was so dark already. Tyler, being deathly afraid of needles, had not piercings or tattoos. His mother would kill him if she saw one anyway, so it didn't really matter. He didn't wear rings or wrist bands. He wore a watch that his father had gotten him for his sixteenth birthday. He didn't look goth nor did he look preppy. He was... Some where right in the middle.

Tyler pulled his bag that held the guitar pick and a couple other things from his mother from the passenger seat and started walking down the path toward the dorms. He had been to Veneficus before and knew to look for Sage. She always showed the new comers to see Cilla to her dorm. Last year, she had some very rude roommates so luckily she would have nice roommates. He soon spotted Sage and he whistled to her lightly. She knew who he was and flew up to him. She never really liked Tyler that much but she never attacked him. The small owl looked at him, her eyes were wide with an expression he didn't know and she started to fly down the path. Tyler followed quickly, trying to keep up the pace. As she flew into the dorm, Tyler slowed and walked in. The door was wide open...

Cilla sat on the bed quietly, still trying to catch his eye. The last things she had said still rang in her ears. She didn't know every single thing about Hannibal. It was impossible to know every single thing about a person. She didn't even know every single about herself and she was positive that no one could know every single thing about themselves. She did know Hannibal, more then any other boy she had ever known except for Tyler. Hannibal was half vampire. Not many people knew that. But deep down, Hannibal was truly a sweet and gentle person. Probably no one at Veneficus knew that. He had a temper, yes, but so did she. He had a father who beat him for no reason. Cilla knew that for sure, she had seen it done before her eyes. She had seen Hannibal in pain and cry. She had seen him plead for his father to stop but he wouldn't. He found it amusing. She knew all this about Hannibal, and she had only met him a few days ago.

As she listened to him speak, she began to think in her mind how complicated this was all getting. The whole time he spoke, she just stared at him, her eyes soft but full of wonder. He finished like he had an incomplete thought. He agreed that it seemed like he had known her longer then they had known each other. She was slightly happier that he understood. But then, he gave her the option if she just wanted to stay friends. Cilla was stumped. What would she say? Her tongue was tied and her mind was wandering with thoughts. She couldn't rush it. She had to let Hannibal make the first move but he seemed like he would never do it. She glanced up as she saw Sage swoop in through the open door but kept her gaze on Hannibal. How could they just stay friends when she liked him more then just friends? She had a feeling that he believed the same because he was just rambling on....

There wasn't much time between when he finished and when he gently but her finger to his lips and shook her head. She didn't want to speak, her eyes said it all. If she spoke, she had no idea about what she would say. Her eyes were caring and gentle. Her slightly tanned face was already slightly pink. With the same hand that was already near his face. She moved it to his cheek. She looked into those deep dark brown eyes. She slowly leaned forward and kissed him ever so slightly on the lips. It was short, almost too short because she heard something. A voice. A voice she knew all too well. The voice was high and shocked. It had said, "Cilla?" She, pretty much, jumped out of the bed. Well, she tried but ended up falling off the bed. It wasn't as hard of a fall as she had before. She sprang up from the ground, staring at the doorway. It was Tyler.

"TYLER! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" her voice roared, her face was bright red and her eyes blazed with anger. First her mother's embarrassment and now this? Her cousin showing up in front of Hannibal's doorway while she was kissing him? Tyler looked scared and he shrank back toward the other side of the hall. Cilla took a step forward. "I - I'm sorry to bother you, Ci - Cilla and I am s-sorry if I interrupted anything..." his voice trailed off as he looked over at Hannibal. Why had he come? Why now? He was seeing Hannibal at his worst, well pretty close to it. He had never put his shirt back on and Cilla had never thought that there would be more visitors.

Cilla's eyes still blazed with fire. She looked at him, noticing that he had dyed his hair a different color. Black. Of course. Cilla rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that s.hit. Did my mother tell you to spy on me? Hmm???" she questioned, giving him a sneer. Tyler's eyes were sad and full of sorry as he looked back up at his cousin. "No! I came to see you! I didn't mean for this to happen!" his voice was almost pleading and Cilla looked at him, her eyes dying down, her face looking a little more calm. She still looked a tad angry. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Tyler," she said quietly and Tyler smiled. They hugged and Cilla turned to Hannibal. "This is my cousin, Tyler," she said, her smile was quite bright but gentle as always. "Tyler, this is Hannibal."

Tyler took a step forward out of the doorway. He looked around, his blue eyes, almost the same shade as Cilla's, scanned the room for a second. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hannibal," he said nodding, and smiling slightly. This dorm wasn't Cilla's. It had to be this boy's dorm. He had no shirt on and his skin was covered with bruises and cuts. His lip was busted. He looked like he had just been beat up. Cilla had a lot of explaining to do... Because this was quite an odd scene.

- - Facts - -

Have you been staff on any sites?;; omfg yeah. XD
Provide a link(s) of said sites;; mottledfur.proboards105.com/
^ I'm kee on this one.
www.betrayedxtears.proboards57.com/index.cgi?
^ I'm Brook on this one.
Created your own?;; Hehe. No. I suck at making sites. xp
If yes, Link it;; N/A

- - Situations - -
Are you uptight about the rules, or laid back?;; Uptight, dude. You don't follow the rules, you don't see my happy face. =]
What does respect mean to you?;; Oh boy. That's a very good question. Respect to me means that you treat someone the way you want to be treated. Heh, people treat me like crap and sometimes... Depending on the person, I treat them like crap too. ^^ But really, I want people to notice me and understand that if they do not listen, I ban them for a few days or even forever, depending on the person... -sighs- Yes I would be a mean staff member but thats why you must respect me! So you can see my happy face. =]
Why should I pick you?;; Oh Hanni... You already know why you must pick me. ^^ Because I rock in every single way.. Other then that, I am active and I think I am a pretty good RPer. I hope. o.o I may be strict but if I like you and you treat me nice, I will be your friend. =]

with love
- cilla.