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[¿ SOXY ?]

NAME: sox
AGE: sixteen
GENDER: female
POSITION: EVERY MOD. >:U LETS DO THISSSSS. (Wild/ Contest/ Breeding)
ACTIVITY LEVEL: I HAVE NO LIFE. But you won't see me in the mornings because of school. Any other time? Of course. I wouldn't be gone very long if something were to come up anyway. So I'd give myself an 8 or 9. Just because my new advanced classes might hinder me juuust a bit.
... This is based on the assumption that 10 is the highest level of activity. <_<
REASON(S):
You guys need help. Not now, but eventually you will... and I wouldn't want to see you guys killing yourselves over all the stress of modding a site. (Let's face it. Three staffers modding a Pokemon site? This place is growing moderately but... Goodness. It gets really stressing.)
Plus, I also kinda wanna try it.
... and I actually like this place. ;A; Like my second home. Not like that other place. <_<

EXPERIENCE:
I've modded many sites, usually as a plain ol' mod, and I was an admin in a Pokemon site me and Roxas made.
Oh, and a graphics mod in some other Pokemon site.
... aaaand a WP mod in some other other pokemon site, named Aislin.. I think. Long dead.
All those old sites are dead, with the only current site I mod at being a Persona 3 site by the name of Burn My Dread.
For the most part, I'm pretty good at making sure everything's in order and following orders.. if it's asked nice because I don't like to be bullied around and stuff. ;A;
What else, what else... I'm full of ideas... sometimes. But I'm sure none of ya'll would need an ideas person. There's also my experience with HTML, but since Noki does all the coding stuff, I don't think I'll need to go into that...

EXAMPLE:

“We’re done here,” He told the small group of Pokemon beside him, all of whom were raiding a nearby crate. The basement floor of the mall in Celadon was full of crates – and it was to his luck that the workers (and their strong pokemon) had left on a lunch break. Thus he helped himself to the goods. But alas, thirty minutes had passed since then, and he was sure that they’d be back any minute. The group looked up at him, covered in cookie crumbs. The crate that had been subjected to being ripped open and raided was full of pokemon treats – courtesy of the pokemon’s sense of smell. While they had been stuffing their faces Fenris had gotten around to take some of the stuff that had dropped on the floor: small items like a potion or some kind of status healing item here and there. He wouldn’t be able to carry a crate’s worth of items out anyway.

He herded the group of pokemon, consisting of an aipom, a totodile and a strangely colored jolteon into the elevator and returned to the first floor. Nobody questioned him on the way out. They would have if he was “on the job”, a phrase which meant that he was in his rocket uniform, but he wasn’t. Casual clothing was the best disguise. He would appear to be a regular teenager with a pokemon. The question that came up as he left the vicinity was, ‘what next’? Maybe he would simply leave the town and laze around somewhere else before trying anything again. After weighing his options he eventually decided to with that idea, making his way to the nearest exit of town.

But something stopped him. A low growl and it wasn’t from the normally short-tempered jolteon at his side. Rather, it came from the totodile, who was staring at something in the distance, back at the town. The ‘something’ was revealed to be a burning tree, and the cause happened to be a Team rocket member. “Idiot,” He sighed, “Must be bored. Alright One, go set ‘em straight.” One, the totodile, raced ahead to confront the tree-killers. His trainer followed at a slow pace, yawning.

Upon arrival, One immediately put out the flame with a well-placed water gun and proceeded to yell at the offenders in pokemon language, “Dile!” <You can’t just burn trees in public, ya bloody moron! What’s wrong with you?>
Fenris arrived shortly, stopping a few meters away from both the trainer and his houndour. While he didn’t understand One, he had a good idea what his faithful pokemon had been saying. “A bit childish, don’t you think?” He asked, yawning, “Randomly burning a tree. Haven’t you ever heard of the saying, ‘play with fire and you get burnt’?” He wondered why he was even trying. This guy was… familiar. He might have seen him before, but he drew blanks on the name. This one, he remembered, was a bit hyper. “Go steal candy from a baby or something.” He waved him off as if the other guy was nothing and looked towards the tree, sighing. The leaves had been burned off, forming a ring of ash around the tree. While the city wasn't perfect, it still looked nice. However, the slightly blackened tree ruined the picture. 'Kids these days.' The fact that this guy actually seemed older than him further added to the disappointment.