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Welcome to Moon Bound, an original supernatural RPG set in the fictional town of Thunder Cove, Washington.

Its early winter 2013, and the snow is already getting deep in the small coastal town of Thunder Cove. Things in this picturesque tourist town aren't exactly what they seem. Nothing in the world is what it seemed anymore, its as if the closer the world came to that fateful day on the Mayan calendar, the more the supernatural creatures of the world woke up and made their presence known. The fae are walking among us now, as are the old spirit guides and warriors of old Native American lore. The werewolf, vampire, and skinwalker populations have all taken a sudden rise, and the witches of old who had thought their powers lost to them have suddenly found themselves able to do magic again. The world hasn't ended, but its changing. Some say for the better, some say for the worst. In Thunder Cove, the population is split in half knowing that their town is a supernatural hot spot can make things difficult-- especially when the normal members of the population are part of the food chain.

Humans 5 3
Witches 1 0
Spirit Warriors 2 0
Fae 0 2
Skinwalkers 2 1
Werewolves 4 3
Vampires 0 2
TOTALS 14 11
Single 13 10
Mated 1 1
TOTALS 14 11
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Age: 24
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Location: Storm Beach, WA
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Trevor R. Donaldson


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May 6 2012, 08:05 PM

The bar was a mess, it wasn't much of a bar anyways, but it certainly was the biggest mess it had probably seen in a while. A while, make that ever. Trevor wasn't one for leaving anything unturned or unbroken when he was taking down multiple enemies during a fight. As it was a couple of people had tried to break it up. The wolf wanted nothing to do with stopping. Once you got the kid on a roll, just get the hell out of the way; most likely you would end up a part of the fight and you had nothing to do with it. No, just call the cops and have them come in and take the guy down. Only way to do it. Of course most didn't know that, well not unless they had more then one run in with the younger male.

He was kneeling in the middle of it all. Fingers locked and placed on the back of his head; two officers had guns pointed at him and all the blond haired male was doing was smiling up at them. Yeah, he had fun. Couldn't say much for the four guys he just kicked the shit out of, but who cares right? The fuckers shouldn't have tried to mouth off to him about the pool game. He won, they should have just given him his fucking five bucks and left. But, no, they had to ask him for another game and then another. Doubling the cost of the win each time. Thing was, he was damn good at pool and not half stupid as they were about it. When he won they decided to not give him his money. Not a very smart move on their part. So he took the weakest one first, the human and as soon as his fist landed the first punch, the other two tried to jump him. Of course a few others tried to break up the fight. Trevor had none of that. Oh hell no, fighting was fun. So he kicked their asses too, just for the principle of it all.

Cuffs latched onto his wrists, they cenched down tight and he was told to stand up. Wiggling his fingers he thought about telling the officer they were too tight. That might be pushing his luck though. He smirked to himself and kept his mouth shut. He may not like cops, but he didn't give them a lot of lip. He didn't exactly need them to have any other reason to throw him in a cell and keep him there. Into the cop car he was put and right down to the jail house he was taken. Booked, and thrown in a cell...after his one phone call that was.

Dialing the number he waited for the man to answer, but it went to voice mail after a couple of rings. In a way he was glad about that. He'd have to come face to face with the guy soon enough when he came to bail him out of jail. So he left a message, "Hey..Trevor here. Come get my ass out of the clink would ya. See ya, when you get this." He knew that Brayden woudl bail him out. He'd done it before. Regular like clock work. He was taken back to his cell and the door shut behind him again. He leaned back, resting his back on the wall, ass on the cot like thing in the cell. Only place to sit and it was next to some big ass dude that smelled like he had been rolling around in a dumpster for a few hours. Trevor glanced at him, sneezed and then moved as far as he could from the guy. Jesus Christ but the guy smelled bad. Soon enough the wolf couldn't handle it anymore and he got up and went across the cell from him and threw his body down onto the floor. His knees bent and arm drapped over them as he waited for the Alpha to show up.
May 6 2012, 06:27 PM

He knew that someone had to have messed with it while he had been inside the club, and if he found out just who fucked with his bike; well he was going to fuck with their face, their fingers, their shins, their fucking nuts even. Bastards. He growled, the sound vibrating in his chest as he squatted down next to the Triumph. Black boots were planted firmly on the pavement; his fingers were jerking the screwdriver around and around as he pulled the bolt out to check just what that god awful noise she (the bike) had been making as he rode her down the street. It was like nothing he had ever heard the bike make before. She hadn't started out making the noise when he started her up. Nope in fact she purred to life like every other time he started her.

He tossed the screwdriver to the ground in front of him and looked, as he placed the screw in his pants pocket so that he wouldn't loose it. His lips firmed up as he saw it instantly; liquid coming out from around the carburetor. He reached in, two fingers swiping at it and rubbing them together with his thumb. "Son of a fucking bitch" he muttered to himself; water. There was water in the carb and it was pouring out of the thing. He stood, twisting away from the bike and pacing down the street for a minute. Not far from the bike, but enough that he didn't kick it instead. Hands lifted, fingers curled into each other and they flattened on his head. The growl stayed in his throat as the anger bubbled up inside of him. Dirty, rotten, god damn, sneaky, mother.... Yeah the list went on and on of the cuss words that were bouncing around in his head.

Trevor took several deep breaths. He had to calm down because he was going to have to try and call someone to come and get him. Someone with a vehicle big enough to put the bike in the back of, because no fucking way was he leaving his baby sitting on the side of some street around here. Hell no. He'd done that one time, long time ago, and ended up being lucky he got enough of her back; after she had been stripped and then towed away, to the impound yard. Hands and arms dropped again, and he turned back toward her. Walking back over he started checking to see if there was water in other areas as well. Just how much of the engine had the bastards ruined? Of course the longer he thought about it the angrier he got. Some fucking ass was going to pay for what they did to his bike, and pay hard. He was going to kick the living life out of their head when he got his hands on them.

So, there, on the side of the road, tools laying out in front of him, down on his knees as he took parts of the Triumph apart, the man snarled. The more the man snarled, the angrier the wolf became. Angry wolves aren't nice to try and mess with. Vengeance...well to hell with vengeance; death would be the better solution, or at least in the mind of the man.
May 6 2012, 04:56 PM
Trevor has a best friend, his name is Cody. They've been friends every since Trevor first shifted. Probably ran into each other in high school and have been through thick and thin with each other. Although at times they but heads with each other, no one has got the others back like these two do. I'm sure they've had some crazy times with each other and shared.... a lot of things. Cody is probably a wolf from the Storm Beach pack, just like Trevor. Other then that...he's all up to you.

I would really love to see someone take Cody and give Trevor his best friend to hang with.
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