Staff Search

[FANG.]

Buried Alive is in need of sincere, talented, friendly, and respectful staff members. you must have at least staffed on one site and if you can, please provide links to the site(s) you were a staff member on. please use the form provided for you. you may not take anything off of it but you may add to it.

name: - which ever name you go by on the internet is fine -
age: - your age -
site(s) you staffed on: - links are preferred -
what position would you like: - global moderator, moderator, site organizer, advertising staff, or graphic staff? -
graphic abilities: - can you make graphics? yes or no. if yes, please link to a gallery of your works -
average word count in posts: - how many words do you write on average in a post -
questions or comments: - self explanatory -
rp example: - all that is needed is a sample of your posting ability -

[BRIAN BARTHOLOMEW GORE.]

name: brian
age: 20
site(s) you staffed on: several different sites. if you really need the links, i can PM them to you.
what position would you like: whichever you'd like to throw at me.
graphic abilities: i fiddle with them every so often.
average word count in posts: depends. normally it's 400 at the lowest on a bad day, ranging to the thousands on an epic day. i'd wager i average out around 600+
questions or comments: not really.
rp example:

He was at it again. Forced to mingle with the humans in the town, he'd stolen food in order to get himself by. Normally, he would hunt in the forest, but he was getting tired of only eating fish, or other things he could capture with woven traps, like rabbit. He needed something satisfying, something to make his mouth water with the mere thought of it. Of course, for Brian, this meant steak. A delicious, thick, juicy steak, was all that was needed to make him salivate and his stomach rumble. Steak to him was like a rare treat for a King, something that he highly treasured. He didn't get to enjoy the delicious meat very often, much less as his monstrous other form when he hunted on the full moon, since all he ate then was just deer when he caught them. And now, here he was, wandering down an alleyway in town, the last place he wanted to be. People just disgusted him, and he'd been out of contact with humanity for far too long.

He was clothed in ragged, worn fabric. A beige long sleeved shirt, frayed at the edges and dirtied in more than one spot, with a string in the middle that was long since gone, exposing a part of his muscled and scarred chest. His pants were black, also ragged, dirty and frayed, and reached part way down his legs, pausing somewhere above his ankles. His feet were bare, but he didn't actually care about that little fact. Actually, it was lucky that he was wearing clothes at all! Brian felt clothes were bothersome, unnecessary, but...then again, Brian was also more animalistic than human, and thought that fighting was the key to survival. For him, it was. He'd more than likely not go back to being 'human' except for his looks and speech. Not after what had happened over a century ago.

You see, if you came from Germany, you would know his story. Almost everyone growing up there had heard of the famous 'Gore Massacre' case that had gone unsolved. A brutal, bloody murder. The only things they found in the castle were pieces of his parents, scattered in a blood splattered room. He hadn't meant to kill them, it was his first changing after being bitten by the woman that was his wife-to-be at that point in time. But the case had long died down, except as a story that floated about Germany, to scare little children into behaving. He hadn't forgiven himself for what he did, and he'd been on the run since that night. Well, mostly on the run. The past twenty or so years, the long raven haired man had been lurking on the outskirts of this very town, watching from the woods from afar.

Many a werewolf he'd fought in those woods, and around the outskirts, and he won each time. Of course, it didn't come without marks or scratches. Brian's body, except his face and hands, was littered with scars. Some were carved deep, others were small and insignificant, but they were all there on his tanned body, spilling out a story to all others to not mess with him. It was part of the reason why he hadn't been confronted in this alley yet, spying on a steak vendor not too far from where he was. The simple sight made his stomach growl and his mouth water, the salivary glands working overtime at the sight. He just wanted a bite. No, that's a lie. He wanted the entire thing. The only issue...was that he had to snatch it up and get away with it, which wouldn't be hard for the six foot one man, with his muscles and terrifying appearance.

His mocha eyes gleamed in a savage hunger, his mouth watering all the more as he watched the steaks get sold slowly. His feet made no sound as he walked from the dark alleyway, soon snatching up a steak before walking, ignoring the shout of 'HEY!' behind him. A hand grabbed his wrist and he turned, a loud snarl erupting from his lips as his face lit with a savage look. Immediately, the vendor backed off in fright, and he smirked, walking down the alleyway once more with his steak. From this network of alleys, he could easily just head straight back to the edge of the town and back to the lovely cabin he 'borrowed' from the newly deceased owners. And by the alleyways, he wouldn't have to worry about running into someone, now would he? No, not when he was one of the scariest things walking them tonight.