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.
Graphics, skin and plot by Ara. All character profiles, threads, and plots credited to the members of Moon Bound. Sidebar by Brook (never look back.) of RCR, RGU, & Blank Pages
Skinwalker. 27, from Thunder Cove, WA single. 32 posts. Played by Ria
In the end, Chelsea wasn't sure what possessed her to get up before the dawn in the dead of winter. When she went to sleep the night before, she'd gotten it in her head that it would be a rather brilliant day the following day. This thought was quickly followed by the thought that she needed to start it right, which somehow led to the decision that what she really needed to do was go to the beach and cycle through her poomsays - starting all the way back at the beginning with gi-bone hyung as the sun rose over the ocean.
When she tried to actually accomplish the goal earlier in the morning, she'd found that it was bitterly cold (shoes would be a must, which really didn't work too well for forms), that she wasn't quite sure how to get to the cove (a more-than-slight crimp in the plan), and that the sun actually set over the water (the coast was on the west side of this state - hence west coast). In the end, all that really happened was that she got up early.
Since she was already up, she decided she could at least go see the water in the early morning at the harbor. Fortunately, she knew where the harbor was and the coffee shop overlooking the water was open.
And they served hot chocolate - real hot chocolate - the type with whipped cream and sprinkles that you know you shouldn't have but just absolutely cannot say no to.
Not that she knew anything about that. Nope. Nothing at all.
Nursing her hot chocolate, Chelsea began to meander up and down the docks, pausing to look at this or that. A boat rental sign caught her eye, and she paused to peruse the fairs that were charged in warmer weather. At another place, she stopped to watch a bird perch on the top of a wooden post. She took another sip of her hot chocolate and turned her attention to the fishing boats. Dad and Rufus always enjoyed fishing, though they tended to go stand in a mountain stream or drift silently across a pond in a rowboat instead of climbing aboard one of the large (at least to her) boats in the harbor.
Spirit Warrior. 25, from Thunder Cove Single. 17 posts. Played by AJ!
The morning air was chilled; but it did not bother Parker Koktelash any, growing up in Alaska made him nearly immune to any cold weather Washington may have. In fact; the Dena'ina Tribal man was covered in a thin layer of sweat, he had been hauling in fish for most of the early morning. Joe Thomas had hired him to help with bringing in the fish this week; since every little bit of money counted, Parker took the job as he often did. Whatever he could do; he would do, if only to support his Family. No; he was not married with children, but he took care of his Mother and his much younger half sister. It was a man's job; he was the Man of the family while his stepfather was in Iraq, so regardless of his Mother's job as a waitress...he feels he is the one responsible for paying her bills.
They had a good run this morning; the nets sitting over night, so when they were pulled they were good and full. Joe had given Parker a good share to take home; which he fully planned to clean and freeze, after making himself a late breakfast of some though. His stomach rumbled; the turkey jerky he had been gnawing on wasn't cutting it, he needed something more. Joe's son; Matthew started to laugh when he heard the rumbling of Parker's stomach, playfully swatting at the older man. "Parker; man, are you hungry or something. Dude, you sound like you have a bear caught in your stomach." Hmm a bear; if the Kid only knew, Parker flicked a glance at him and nodded. "Aa' deshchin shit'i...yes I am hungry" The Native mumbled and then translated; his eyes flicking up and glancing around then lowering, only to return back up as his gaze lingered on a blonde woman not too far from where they were. He had never noticed her before; not that he specifically paid attention to everyone he came across either, even in the four years he had lived in Thunder Cove...he still did not know everyone.
Parker straightened up; pulling the towel from his back pocket, wiping the sweat from his face and then looking back to the woman once more. Perhaps he had been staring; not meaning too, but when he was nudged and heard Matthew laughing at him he grinned then dropped his eyes. Something for them to tease him about when they went back out tomorrow; he picked up the net with his fish in it, then waved goodbye to the kid. "Tomorrow...I'll return, do not leave without me yeah?" He walked backwards a few steps as he spoke to Joe and then he turned; tossing the netted bag of fish over his shoulder and nearly running into the woman, he pulled up sharp to avoid knocking her down and then set the bag of fish upon the ground. "Please; excuse me, I did not hurt you did I?" He asked with concern; his eyes, oddly black pools of ink were trained on her face. Not once did his gaze drift over her body like most men would have; he knew she was attractive, but he chose to not indulge in that thought. The man standing at five foot and eleven inches towered over her; he was dressed in jeans and a simple dark blue t shirt, sweat and the aroma of fish blended together but he did not mind. He had been working; he would not be ashamed of the way he smelled, not when he was providing for his Family.