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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 2:53 am
MONSTERS ANONYMOUS A Crescent Starr Moon Creation
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 2:54 am
TABLE OF CONTENTS +Main
+TOC
+Story
+Rules
+Character Spots
+Profiles
+Announcements
+Settings
+Reserved
+Reserved
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+Open all profile pms should be titled "Hear I go again"
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 2:56 am
STORY 
A piece of paper on a telephone pole fluttered, catching your attention.
FOR RENT
House located in central east Terazoley
Seeking reliable student renters
Three rooms, each with room mate
Inquire in person at 14 Conley Lane
Its just what you've been looking for, a cheap central place to live. You write down the info and head over. The land lady Mrs. McCormick meets you at the door, She is nice but a bit odd, her bespectacled eyes seem to see every thing. She shows you around the house and before you know it your signing lease.
"You can move in tomorrow dear"
You nod and take your leave, tomorrow you will have your own place and five new roommates.
This world has a verity of unexplained things, mystery and magic. Maybe you are one of theses thing, but really all you want to do is survive, you simply want to live your life in peace. The small port city of Terazpoley offers such a refuge. A modern city full of life and commerce. The eastern side of town attracts students and young people, there is a small university and lots of affordable housing. It also falls on overlapping lay lines, so the concentration of magical energy is unusually high. High enough that the iron sickness some of its residents get is minuscule in comparison with what it could be. Blending in and living a "normal" life is simple, well for the most part.
Maybe you just moved to town and are unaware of the high concentration of what humans call monsters. Humans are rarely aware of them, floating along in their lives oblivious to magic. But once in a while they are discovered.
The house is situated right in the center of the east side district, school, cafes, coffee shops, and a laundry mat are close on hand. It has four bed rooms, and sharing between six people makes the rent very affordable. What happens when you have a house full of five monsters and one human?
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 2:59 am
RULES Basics
------------------------------------------------ First and foremost TOS are a must, this means PG13, not PG16, not R and Defiantly not NC17. Translation: no cybering. Easy, right? And any way you have heard it all a thousand times. Also follow all the guild rules. Other basic stuff that is in every role play such as no mary sues and no godmoding apply. Questions about something? Ask. Just be smart and you should fine. And for gods sake, read all the rules
Profiles
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Ok so I'm giving you some freedom here, stick to the basic format, and then go wild, decorate and the like. Just make sure I can still read it.. Pm to reserve, title the pm "I want in", include the type of monster you wish to play if it apply, only one of each kind(i.e. only one vampire, only one werewolf, ect) if you would like a suggestion I would be happy to give some. I may ask you to change your kind if its to similar to another. the title for finished profiles will be hidden in the rules keep reading for instructions.
Oh yes if you are a vamp i want it in no way shape or form to resemble a vampire from twilight(shudder). To make it easier sleeping in the day wont be required, but full cover provided by head to toe cloths plus umbrella is the only way i want to see a vamp traveling at noon. The rest of the facts are up to you.Posts
------------------------------------------------ I don't need novels, but I do like them. make posts as long as you feel comfortable making them Make the posts look good, write in black speak and think in color. put decorations in post, but no page stretching. No colors I can't read without highlighting, speaking of highlighting, do it to the TOC post for instructions. Try to keep OOC in brackets, or something.Anything else?
------------------------------------------------ Real or Anime pictures can be used, its up to you ^^
So that's basically it. Have fun be nice, and if anything comes up I will address it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 3:05 am
CHARACTER SPOTS Reserved Taken
Monster 1(male or female, opposite gender of human)«type»)«name»« played by»«post color»
Monster 2 female«werewolf»«Lyanna Antheya Silverfurr »« Crescent »«Deep sky blue»
Monster 3 male«wherecat»«Geburah»« Sailor_Solitaire»«Green»
Monster 4 female«Ink Yokai»«Hana Morigashi»« Poisyn»«#9370DBr»
Monster 5 male«type»«name»« played by»«post color»
Human(male or female, opposite gender of Monster 1)«name»« played by»«post color»
More spots can be added once these fill up, but the character will have to have its own lodgings
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 3:16 am
PROFILE  I May Look A Bit Strange...[link pics, human and monster forms]By Any Other Would I Smell As Sweet?[First,Middle, Last]It Was A Dark Stormy Night, [Age] Years Ago Last Time I Checked I Was[a girl/a boy]The [Boys, Girls, Both] Make My Head Turn AroundWhy Yes I Am A [monster type]
Makes Me Howl With Delight[bulleted likes, at least 5]Do You Want To Get Your Head Chopped Off?[bulleted dislikes, at least 5]My Personal Monsters[fears bulleted, at least 3]Sometimes I Can Be A Real Monster[personality]The Real Story Is Not A Fairy Tale[Past]Under The Mask[User Name][align=center]
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[color=post color][size=15]By Any Other Would I Smell As Sweet?[/size][/color]
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[color=post color][size=15]It Was A Dark Stormy Night,[/size][/color] [Age, 18-22] [color=post color]Years Ago[/size][/color]
[color=post color][size=15]Last Time I Checked I Was[/size][/color][size=10][a girl/a boy, creative please][/size]
[color=post color][size=15]The [/size][/color][size=10][Boys, Girls, Both, once again be crative][/size] [color=post color][size=16]Make My Head Turn Around[/size][/color]
[color=post color][size=15]Why Yes I Am A [/size][/color][size=10][monster type]
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[color=post color][size=15]Do You Want To Get Your Head Chopped Off?[/size][/color]
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[color=post color][size=15]Sometimes I Can Be A Real Monster[/size][/color]
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[color=post color][size=15]The Real Story Is Not A Fairy Tale[/size][/color]
[size=10][Past, min 2 paragraphs][/size]
[color=post color][size=15]Under The Mask[/size][/color]
[size=10][User Name][/size][/align]
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:12 pm
SETTINGS ΞTimeΞ
Am /Pm
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12
00 / 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17/ 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34 / 35 / 36 / 37 / 38 / 39 / 40 / 41 / 42 / 43 / 44 / 45 / 46 / 47 / 48 / 49 / 50 / 51 / 52 / 53 / 54 / 55 / 56 / 57 / 58 / 59
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Jan / Feb / Mar / Apr / May / Jun / Jul / Aug / Sep / Oct / Nov / Dec
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Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday / Saturday / Sunday
ΞWeatherΞ
Stormy / Raining / Hot / Windy / Mild / Perfect / Chilly/ Sunny/ Cloudy/ Snowing
The house has four rooms, 2 singles and 2 doubles. The singles are very small. one on the first floor and one on e the second. One large bedroom(master bedroom) is to be shared, and the attic has been made in to a room to be shared between two.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:14 pm
ANNOUNCEMENTS
9/17- Created/ Accepting reservations
9/18-Open
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:15 pm
 I May Look A Bit Strange... My Truest, Purest, Unchanging Self. By Any Other Would I Smell As Sweet?[Hana Morigashi]It Was A Dark Stormy Night, [I guess 18] Years AgoLast Time I Checked I Was[A budding blossom, a pure-hearted girl.]The [I haven't really thought of it really. I guess guys.] Make My Head Turn AroundWhy Yes I Am A [Ink Yokai]
Makes Me Howl With Delight[•• Any kind of art
•• Cool days
•• Museums
•• Long walks under a moonlit sky
•• Scenery]Do You Want To Get Your Head Chopped Off?[•• Art auctions
•• Obsessive boys
•• Water
•• Getting ready in the morning
•• Hot days]My Personal Monsters[•• Getting rained on
•• Melting
•• Getting stolen or found out]Besides hiding Under the Bed[ I'm Living Painting if you will. Basically, as long as no one messes with the original me, I'm immortal.]Sometimes I Can Be A Real Monster[I REALLY Don't like getting wet. So I may get a little upset if you whip a wet towel at me or something. I'm usually a push over and I try to avoid conflicts, so I'll probably just yell for a moment and then flee to higher ground if you do manage to make me mad.
If you're in trouble though (and my friend), I'll be happy to be your 'human' shield, though I might complain if I get wet in the process.]The Real Story Is Not A Fairy Tale[Ever hear about the story of Dorian Gray? You know, the guy who had a painting done of himself and he fell so in love with how he looked, he made a deal with the devil to always look like that?
Well, I'm just the opposite.
You see, I was once just an ordinary painting. But my painter was a lonely man and wished for some companionship (get your head out of the gutter! He was more like a father figure than anything else.). I found myself alive one day and lived with him for several years until the time of his death. He painted himself in my original painting so we could be together, but the other him never came to life. When he died, I returned to my painting, only barely aware of the passage of time.
That was 700 years ago. One day my painting was auctioned off to a man who believe in the occult. He ripped me out of my portrait, but he wasn't prepared for my resourcefulness. I managed to escape with my painting... to Terazoley. I think the best way to blend in would be to go to college... the world has changed a lot in 753 years.]Under The Mask[Poisyn] I May Look A Bit Strange...Moonlight makes me sing By Any Other Would I Smell As Sweet?Lyanna Antheya SilverfurrIt Was A Dark Stormy Night, Ten + Ten Years AgoLast Time I Checked I Was Alpha FemaleThe Wolf Whistelin' Boys Make My Head Turn AroundWhy Yes I Am A Werewolf
Makes Me Howl With Delight
•• The Night
••The Hunt
••Books
••Dogs
••Food
••food, oh wait...
Do You Want To Get Your Head Chopped Off?
••Rain
••Felines
••Vampires
••Humans
••Pretty much all none wolf creatures
••Alcohol
My Personal Monsters
••Small spaces
••Silver
••BoatsBesides hiding Under the Bed[ I can transform into a wolf at will, save on the three nights of the full moon, I have no choice, and the tree nights of the new moon when I'm stuck human. Silver is poisonous for me, and alcohol makes my head almost immediately fuzzy]Sometimes I Can Be A Real MonsterPlease call me Lya, and not that over long catastrophe that was slapped on me when I was weaned. I am a bit blunt, well totally blunt actually, I don't know the meaning of discretion; growing up the way I did where secrets weren't possible is probably to blame. I am a terrible liar, my emotions show easily, I have an open face. What ever I'm feeling, every one knows. Consequently I'm terrible at cards, but still like playing, games like slap jack where you don't see your cards are best, or speed ones where facial features are ignored in favor of concentration. And although I can't lie I am very very good at being sarcastic, and employ this method of communication most of the time.
When you really get down to it I am a fairly simple person, I just present my self in complex ways. I am very passionate about things and can get compliantly warped up in my various projects. One of my childhood friends said that I ran either hot or cold and that there was very little in between, true enough I suppose, I like to do things all the way or not at all. My particular brand of intellect is cool and calculating, and my temper is fiery scorching all who encounter it. When I'm happy the sun shines brighter and warms all around me, my smile like a bright beacon, and when I am sad I seem to drag down every ones emotion. And yet I am defiantly not a people person. We wolves have a distinct mistrust of all those who are other, it is bred in to us, and living in isolated places easily enforced. I may come off as a bit standoffish and aloof, but do you think I actually care?
The Real Story Is Not A Fairy TaleOk lets start from the beginning, well I'm a twin, but that's rather common among my kind, my best friend Mollin came from a litter of four. My brother, Litin, and I are the pups of the alpha male, although my mother is only a huntress. Growing up in the pack, well its hard to describe to an outsider, we live in a village way up in the mountains, where the difference between human and wolf form is insignificant. On the nights when we must stay in our two legged body we go to the hill and dance for the moon, begging her for a swift return with the movements of our bodies. Most humans think we are some weird religious sect, the kind they call a cult. They couldn't be more wrong, but the story keeps our identity's hidden. We live as we have always lived, well except for the modern convinces like washing machines and running water.
Lintin and I ran wild in the hills all through our youth. When we were little the elders would hold a school of sorts. Our mother taught us to read and write. We went to a human high school, our few days a month of absent written off as weird religious customs. While among the humans I learned why it was safer to hide. They were cruel, noticing our difference, the way our eyes would flash with odd color, or how much sharper our teeth were.
One good thing did come from attending school with the humans, I discovered my love of learning and of books. Although I love my home in the mountains with my family, there was no way to continue my education.So I decide that I would go to University in the city.Under The MaskCrescent Starr Moon  I May Look A Bit Strange... but I think you can handle it. By Any Other Would I Smell As Sweet? Geburah It Was A Dark Stormy Night, [22] Years Ago Last Time I Checked I Was a man by nature, a demon by hearth, and a soul who knows no rest; be it where everything else is concerned. The women Make My Head Turn Around Why Yes I Am A [wherecat]
Makes My Fangs Show **quiet nights on the town
**the opera
**discovery
**music
**a good read Do You Want To Get Your Head Chopped Off? **liars
**politics
**anything unclean
**memories of the past
**racism My Personal Monsters **my dreams
**my nightmares
**my memories Besides hiding Under the Bed I should clarify, that though I am a wherecat, I retain my awareness, as per my human form. At times it has enabled me to survive otherwise deadly circumstances, so I‘ve come to appreciate it. With concentrated effort, I may assume the form of a household cat. I am always a white cat with green eyes, no matter the form. In wherecat form, I have claws that grow out beneath the base of my fingers. I grow a white tail and fur, and my strength and agility grows exponentially. The cost: though I can control when and where I turn into a household cat, I cannot willingly take wherecat form. It seems to happen, coming upon me as my anger grows. The longer I’m angry, the more likely that I am to take wherecat form… and it’s far from easy to stop. For this reason, I make a concentrated effort not to stay angry for long. Mostly so that my true form remains undiscovered. With brief moments of anger, I have an uncanny purr, can briefly grow extended fangs, and have even, at times, grown out the flash of my claws. Sometimes I Can Be A Real Monster Generally speaking I‘m very pleasant and easy to get along with. However, there are those things which spurn my temper. If I catch you lying to me, you will quickly get to know my dark side, which can be quite unpleasant. When I‘m angry I like to hurt those who have inspired that anger. Sometimes I can hold back and restrain myself, but if logic itself permits that such a person or persons deserves just punishment, then they‘ll get what‘s coming to them. I can be very blunt, direct, and sometimes cruel in the face of adversity. The Real Story Is Not A Fairy Tale I don‘t recall the circumstances in which I was born. My earliest memories are of being locked in a cage, being fed moldy cat food. At that time I seem to recall being in limbo. My form was half cat and half human at the same time. Reflecting, I‘m sure it was a freak show that I was presented. The only times I saw daylight and other living beings, was when the curtain in front of my cage was lifted. I would see so many people and children. Some of them weren‘t very happy to see me. But some of them would feed me nice treats and even pet me, which I liked very much. The scenery in the background was always changing. And I remember my cage shaking around at night. So I think we were always on the move.
I wasn‘t aware that I could have or even should have thought differently. But as I listened to the people outside my cage, I learned their language. From learning to speak, I also learned to read. I started with various signs. And then, when I was four, someone left a book beside my cage. I hid it for quite some time. But also, as time elapsed, I learned to read from it. It took me three years to learn enough to read all of it. And even then my ability to read was strained. There were many words I did not yet understand, and many I simply had to guess.
I grew curious about the outside world and desired to be set free. Coincidentally, my form began to change and I slowly turned into that of a normal boy. As the last of my cat-like features began to disappear, the police began to warn my captor about the legal problems he soon might be facing for caging a young, human boy. Yes, I had been called human for the first time. As the audience also took little to no interest in me, except to scorn my captor for caging a child, he set me free. It wasn‘t the most pleasant of partings. He essentially threw me out on the side of the road without a parting word. But my heart was not heavy. I never did like the man, not one bit.
After being discovered, I was adopted shortly there after by a loving family. They raised me as one of their own for the following three years. Then something terrible happened that changed my life forever.
It happened on the way to church. In the back of the car, I suddenly began changing, resuming my former body; half cat, and half human. Before the transformation completed, I was rushed home and put in bed. By the time I awoke, I was surrounded by men with guns and my very scared family. Being afraid, I moved for the wall. I must have moved too quickly, because one of the men shot me. Out of fear for my life I fled out the window into the streets. One week later, after my wound had somewhat healed, I made an attempt to return home. But when I saw my father, he pointed his own gun at me, and told me to leave, and never return.
Over the years I continued reading, and eventually took on writing. I produced a handful of published works under the name Geburah, which I now fully assume. However, I try to keep a low profile. Under The Mask Sailor_Solitaire
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:57 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 3:14 am
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸. Lyanna Antheya Silverfurr·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆ Of course it had to be raining. On the up side the wet did something to mask the overpowering scent of human. Her nose had been driving her crazy ever since she had got back. At least she wouldn't be living in the dorms again, and thank god for that. Her exroommate, an ultra-religious was probably still praying for the salvation of her soul. An off campus house would make the three days a month vanishing act easier to explain. Hopefully her new roommates would be cool about it. The landlady who hadn't smelt human said she would probably meet the rest of her house mates today, and that the six of them could chose there own roommates. She knew she wasn't the only nonhuman in this area of town, heck this town was crawling with her kind, by human standards. Few of her species though. Werewolfs didn't much like leaving their own territory, and Lya could blame them, with so many distracting smells it was almost impossible to tell if one was stumbling into someone else's territory.
Litin had tied his best to convince her to stay, but since she had left she wasn't sure she could fall back into the steady flow of home. It had seemed dull, and even though she really loved her family she loved the sense of freedom that was brought on by being on her own. Her brother had argued that there was no where as free as the hills of their forest, with the earth beneath and the sky and the trees above. He didn't understand. Pack society meant living a symbiotic relation ship with all her kin, relying on everyone. She wanted to be able to rely on herself. The forest was her brothers place, the city was becoming hers. She had been starting to get used to it just before she went back for the summer. Thank the moon she had gotten her job at Molly's Coffee back. Working at a cafe was interesting, to say the least.
The cab stopped at number 14 Conley Lane as instructed, and the driver helped her unload her stuff. She placed a slightly crinkled twenty in the cab drivers hand before he drove off. The small pile of boxes and the single suite case sat on the front porch out of the rain.
Lya jiggled her key in the lock, the land lady had given it to her after she had finished signing the lease. There was a satisfying click as the lock sprung free. Lya used her suite case to prop open the door, and then began dragging in her boxes. The house was furnished, but Lya liked to make thing her own. The boxes contained bedding and knickknacks, well not really knickknacks but objects of decoration. Once all four boxes were dragged into the living room Lya dragged her bag out of the door, which it closed with a distinctive creek. None of her house mates seemed to have arrived yet. Lya found a comfortable place on the couch to wait.
☆·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸. Lya·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.☆   
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