username:
light.
why should you be able to adopt a newbie?:
well, i really like to be useful, to interact with other members and to help. i usually check the "help and suggestions" forum to solve doubts, etc.
how often do you get on CS?:
everyday xD i'm addicted to cs, so i get on everyday and try to check my messages and answer them
which categories would you like to apply for?:
-roleplaying; i consider myself a semi-literate roleplayer, and i'm a part of the semi-literate club, a place to discuss and create new roleplays, characters, discuss and develope your ideas. i have experience with one-on-one's [i'm planning one atm], with fantasy and realistic roleplays even if they're not literate and know many rpers. i can help the newbie to get familiar with the different types of roleplays, how to create a form, how to code your character's post, where to find pics, etc. And there's also the Iliterate to literate school though c; here are some examples:
-bb code; i'm trying to create a coding shop myself, selling forum coding, form coding, post coding, etc. everyday i try to learn new things about fixing images, making them transparent or different ways to insert links
-general knowledge; i think i know basic things a newbie should know [bookmarking, subscribing, signature, trade rules] and what goes on each forum, what's the difference between them, the meaning of terms as "paperclipping", "ninja trading", "scamming", so i think i'd be helpful here too c:
i could also help with trading,
also, i speak spanish very fluently, understand portuguese and french [je parle un petit peut le français, parce qu'il semble á une des langues de mon pays]
how long do you typically spend on CS each day you get on?:
monday, wednesday and friday about 3 hours; tuesday and thursday 4 or so. however, messages arrive to my phone now, which is always on, so i'll be able to solve doubts very quickly. during the weekends, i usually leave every saturday, but i'm always back on sunday
do you agree to be helpful and polite to your newbie at all times?:
yes, even if the newbie is not being respectful, manners are the last thing you can lose
here are some examples of my posts; the first one is an intro post and the second one a response
light. wrote:DAENERYS KNOX HALE
{ mood - sleepy } { where - kitchen } { tagged - none }
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The kitchen seemed awfully normal: white tiles, white walls, white furniture. So many white things for such a dark person.
Just a black cup in the middle of the kitchen table, the only thing that really belonged to the owner of the house. Such
a light decoration wouldn't fit the owner, but she was new there. Only that cup represented Dany's personality: alone in
the light. Or not so alone. She had heard of some other hunters there, the hunt of the werewolf was about to begin. And
Daenerys knew exactly what that meant. The light felt the kitchen belonged completely to its domains, but as Dany strode
into the kitchen, it seemed to fade away. Probably under the clouds that surrounded her thoughts. Her eyebrows formed
a "v" in the middle of her pale forehead. Frowning made her older, and less beautiful. She wasn't a show off, but even her
not very feminine outfit seemed to look good on her. She was dressed all black: black boots, black cargo pants and black
wristbands, but a grey cotton t-shirt. A black jacket rested on a white chair, not far away from the mug. You could almost
see, if you stared at it long enough and you knew where to look, the word "hale", which had been replaced by another one:
"knox". A plate stitched to the jacket's chest with the name "night" was enough for all hunters to know who she was, or
to identify her body.
Dany got the mug and held it between her hands, feeling its warmth run through her body. Her father had been a hunter
too, and then a soldier. The only thing she had gotten from him? Scars and that jacket she kept wearing every time she
was gone for weeks, hunting everything that moved. Up the mountains, down the lakes and all across the plains, Dany
had never liked to give up on her preys. Her father had always liked tea better than coffee; there was always a mug of
Earl Grey ready on the table every morning. She had always disliked tea, but she used to grab the mug, which was bigger
than her hands, and sniff until the very bit of her body and soul was bathed on the deep aroma of that typical British tea.
Between her hands, now bigger than the cup, she had now coffee, with two sugar cubes and half a cup of low-fat milk. The
rest of the day, Dany could only drink water or her own Coke: no fat, no caffeine and opened more than two hours ago, so
it had no gas. Caffeine could make her hands shake, and fail. That was a risk she wouldn't take. Drinking all the mug in just
one swallow. Leaving the mug empty by the washer and cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand, Dany went out, grabbing
her jacket on her way out. Closing the door carefully and leaving her keys on her pocket, Daenerys Knox Hale, the new girl,
was about to take her first walk as a resident.
HELLION KNOX O'CALLAHAN_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Hellion sighed and ran his hands through his hair, he didn’t even know if he was nervous, excited, sad or just nostalgic, missing his home. He wasn’t really missing his home, the commodities he used to have there; he missed having to take care of his old, drunk father. How would he be doing? Hellion had left an assistant to take care of him, but he wasn’t sure an assistant would have the patience a son had. Would he have to go back to Los Angeles? Hogwarts was alright, the other guys from Slytherin were very…interesting, they had helped him through the school, and he know he would regret leaving the magic studies and going back to a normal school with normal kids who knew nothing about this world, or if they knew they didn’t believe any word of what they have been told.
Suddenly, he heard them. The steps echoed in the dungeons, in every part of the wall, it was impossible not to hear them, unless you were inside the Slytherin common room having food fights or comparing your grades and properties with other students. But they passed Slytherin’s common room door, and Hellion started to wonder who this people were. And their steps were getting closer and closer to him, to his corner. Maybe they were from Slytherin, and they were just looking for him. He had missed the sorting and the dinner, as well as the presentations and the introductions to the new students, but that wasn’t enough reason for them to look for him, was it?
They were now three or four steps away from him and discovering his corner. And now they were turning and…he faced a Ravenclaw student. What were they doing there? It was late in the night; they were supposed to be in their rooms. They were coming from the Ravenclaw’s common room, so they were going to another common room: Hufflepuff’s or Gryffindor’s. And Hellion had learned to hate Gryffindor, though Hufflepuff was acceptable. Two boys and one girl. The first one stopped in front of him, surprised. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting a Slytherin student in front of him, as neither Hellion was expecting three Ravenclaw students to assault him in the middle of the night. “Good evening”, “Evening” both boys greeted him. But the girl remained silent. “This are late hours to come to Slytherin dungeons, aren't them, Ravenclaw students?” Hellion said looking at William, but turning then to Caius. He remembered someone like him, but couldn't remember who he was-.