Staff Applications

Username: Reuben

Why should we consider you to be a part of the staff?: I am a very mature individual and have dealt with moderating a group before. I know how to handle situations correctly when it comes to modding. I try and stay active and can put in most of the week towards the site. If I happen to go inactive, I will be sure to let you know.

One of your greatest attributes and how it can be used to improve Slough Creek: I'm reliable. You can count on me to get stuff done; answer any questions someone might have, resolve conflicts, and just offer a helping hand in general ASAP. I try to be unbiased and just as possible when resolving issues and, if I'm ever doubting myself, will ask my peers for help.

One of your greatest flaws and how can you improve/overcome your flaw?: Sometimes, I tend to let my emotions run my decisions. I try to remain unbiased as possible, again, and will try my best to run as a moderator functionally and responsibly. I tend to ask for other mod's opinions for when I feel I'm being unjust.

Do you have any previous staff experience? If so, from where?: As I've said before I've moderated for a few places. The most prevalent being a discord chat group with over 60 members. Another site I've worked as a moderator for a wolfsim called Wolfplay.

What time zone are you in?: CDT.

How often are you able to be/get on?: I'll be able to give most, if not all, all of my week to the site. I do attend uni, so at the least, I'll be able to spend 2-3 hours. At the most is over 6.

How long have you been roleplaying?: I've been roleplaying since I was 12! (To put in perspective, I am 19 now.)

An example of your rping: (This is a human example - if wanted, I can give a canine/wolf example.
Joshua sprinted alley to alley like a bewildered cat. His eyes were wide, his hair disheveled, and his skin irritatingly dirty with sweat, dirt, and even a bit of blood. All because he decided to venture out from his safe haven for some water. His chest heaved as he ran as if he's winded from running a bloody marathon, which it sure feels like it because his lungs are on fire. If the threat of being mauled to shreds wasn't sitting on his shoulders, sneering at him from above, he would've laughed at how out of shape he is. But there was no time for self-deprecating jokes because he could hear the screams and cries of the undead following his obvious trail. He wasn't bitten or anything, thank god, just scared NO SWEARINGless. This is the first close encounter he's had in a while and he's boxed in.

"Sh*t!" He hissed under his breath as he halted for the quickest moment, whipping his head from side to side as he frantically searched around him. Nothing but brick and his ragged breathing relevant, as well as the distant groans of the undead after him. They're gaining and he's pretty sure he's running out of the alley. How the hell does he get home? His breath hitches as a particularly close screech sends him running again, heading down an alley without a fraction of a second thought. No, those could get him killed right now. This was all instinct. He knew it wouldn't magically get him home but holy hell is he wishing it would. He doesn't want to die today. Not today, and certainly not by being eaten. He didn't want to reanimate into a zombie. He wants to live. But apparently, the universe has other plans for him.

As foretold pessimistically, Josh is out of somewhere to run and hide. He's trapped and only has a knife on his side that's definitely not going to kill a hoard of the undead. The group of stumbling, lifeless bodies isn't that large, but to Josh it's devastating. He's not a religious man but he's praying in his head, head tilting back to scan the walls. Nothing to climb. Nowhere to run. He's royally screwed. His heart's just hammering against his chest, so hard it nearly hurts, and he can hear it even over his heavy rasping. He's never had asthma but with the way his body is burning, he might as well.
He needs help. But he doubts someone is alive out there and is happening to pass by an alley to hear his desperate cries for assistance. He didn't even care about attracting the damn things-- this is his last resort. Cry until someone saves the damsel in distress.