Update - Players have been picked and story story started. Thank you all who have applied. Keep an eye out for future updates as the pack may grow down the line.
Skys Brand Member
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“Walk boldly, for the sky sees your path even when you do not.”
About Me:
Howdy, my name is Sky's Brand,
I’m based on the West Coast of the U.S., with over 15 years’ experience in writing and roleplaying. I’m drawn to storytelling that’s rich in complexity, using each story as a way to explore deeper questions. My influences are diverse, from *Werewolf: The Apocalypse* and motorcycle culture to the works of philosophers throughout history. To me, storytelling is a journey into themes like loyalty, survival, and identity.
My writing varies in length, but quality is always a priority. I enjoy making posts more immersive with music, visuals, and creative formats. Outside of writing, I’m a student of conservation, a recreational athlete, and an apprentice in construction, learning skills that keep me rooted in the real world.
Favorite Characters to Write:
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Roleplay Preferences:
- Tone: Deep, atmospheric, and character-focused, with space for both action and introspection.
- Themes: Survival, loyalty, mystery, personal growth, and the power of choice.
- Setting: World Of Darkness, Alt History, Urban Fantasy.
- Style: Literate - Adv. Literate, Multi paragraph, casual posting time.
Story Hooks I’d Love to Explore:
- Rites of Passage: Trials and tests, from first transformations to harrowing spirit quests.
- Caern Defense: Defending sacred lands from human corruption, spirit enemies, or other supernatural threats.
- Personal Redemption: A Garou or Kinfolk’s journey toward inner peace and purpose against all odds.
- Brotherhood Trials: A character’s path from prospect to full patch, or the tests of loyalty that come with it.
- Outlaw Justice: Exploring the MC’s brand of rough justice and how far they’ll go to protect their own.
- MC and Supernatural World Clash: The club’s encounters with supernatural threats or allies, blending realism with a mystical twist.
- Lost in the Wild: A survival story where characters are stranded in an unforgiving wilderness and must find their way home.
- Guardian of the Land: Characters who protect sacred or mystical sites in nature from human threats.
- Seasonal Changes & Challenges: The beauty and danger of each season, from summer storms to winter survival, impacting the journey.
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Seeking to request the deletion of this thread - I've found my folks and no longer need it. Thank you!
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I’m going to try to use it for just narrator posts as an experiment. I enjoyed writing them in the past (not for rp) and in general can make those faster than regular novella style posts. But for everyone else is up to preference. Uniformity is great for writing, but I feel it would be unfair of me to expect everyone to try a different style like that. If folks like it I wouldnt stop them from trying though.
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A small snippet of what is to come. Thank you all for your patience thus far. I will be reaching out to folks this coming weekend.
I have a life beyond here that demands my attention among other things. This isnt a first come first serve game either, I want to pick the right players for the pack. Thats just how I’m doing it.
Small update: Application time has been extended.
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The pack, Luna's Pride, was not an ordinary pack of Garou—they were mythic warriors, one of the chosen few who truly were all that it was to be Gaia's chosen. They were a shield against corruption, protectors of the physical world and the Umbra, their mere presence holding the balance in check. Their names had meaning, their deeds were the material of which the Galliards sang their tales beneath the full moon, wars fought in flesh and soul, victories that would have secured their place among the greatest of their kind.
Now there is silence.
No howls resound in their land. No messengers arrive with their tidings. No vestige of Luna's Pride is left—save the whispers of spirits that will not tell what occurred, and a land that is already starting to descend into chaos. The territory that was once full of life has started to rot from the inside out, and the Gauntlet shudders as something moves in the dark.
And then the call comes. The desperate voice, raw and shaking, of one who presents herself as the sole surviving member of the defeated pack. She does not beg for help—she warns. Something has broken through the Gauntlet. Something powerful enough to wipe out an entire legendary pack.
Now it falls to you and your packmates to fill the void they left behind. To reclaim the land, rebalance the scales, and dig up the truth that has lain buried beneath blood and shadow. The spirits will not assist you willingly, the land itself recoils, and every step you take forward will reveal another secret that was better left unsaid.
Yet as the mystery unravels, you may start to realize something horrific: you were always meant to be here. This quest was never yours to choose—it was charted for you, before you ever stepped foot in Luna's Pride's accursed borders. And now, as you stand on the brink of revelation, you must ask yourself: who's truly in charge? And when the final choice comes, it may seem the hardest decision you've ever made:
What, or who, will you sacrifice to stop the darkness?
Or will you stand firm, knowing it may destroy you?
Welcome to -
Werewolf: The Apocalypse
Blood & Rain
Seeking Players Who -
✘ Enjoy deep roleplay, character driven roleplay, collaborative storytelling.
✘ Moral dilemmas and tough choices.
✘ Action, horror, mystery, and exploration in equal measure.
✘ Exploring the spiritual and supernatural side of Werewolf: The Apocalypse.
✘ Skill level – Literate to Advanced literate (no post length, but good quality writing + storytelling).
Notes: Based on the TTRPG – Werewolf: The Apocalypse, using the 5th edition mechanics with the World Of Darkness Solo Game rules for a Storyteller-less experience. Familiarity with the game is highly encouraged. Not accepting premade characters, characters will be made alongside “the pack”. Discord can/may be used to help organize lore, character sheets, etc (but not required). The game will be set in the Pacific North West, Washington State, near Coyote Falls, and Snoqualmie City. Travel between a small town and a city will occur. Any lore questions feel free to post below or in a private message.
[Applications Closed By 3.30.2025 - Players leave your experience with W5 and a character concept as an application. Any questions send to me directly or here. Not a first come first serve game.]
Applications Currently Closed - Thank you all for applying, more spots may be open in the future.
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Callum Ironwood stepped from the treeline like a ghost from an old legend, his presence heavy with the weight of unspoken tales. The firelight caught the silver in his dark grey hair and beard, turning him into something timeless—a warrior etched by age but unbroken by it. His jacket, worn and scarred, spoke of countless battles fought and won, each mark a story he carried in silence.
He had been here before, many times over the years. Training young Garou wasn’t a job; it was a duty, a promise made to those who had mentored him long ago. Every cub he guided through their first uncertain steps into this life reminded him of the ones who hadn’t made it, their faces etched into his memory like shadows on a wall. But he couldn’t think about that now. Not here, not tonight.
In moments, the man was gone, replaced by a massive Tundra Wolf. His golden eyes gleamed like firelight in the dark, burning with a quiet, commanding intensity. He moved forward, silent and deliberate, each step heavy with purpose, the scars on his coat like echoes of old storms.
He see's Snapjaw came through the edge of the clearing, his figure outlined by the fire’s glow, and approaches. “Snapjaw,” he called, circling Snapjaw. Callum didn’t growl or snarl; his presence alone was enough to fill the space with tension, a quiet pressure that demanded acknowledgment. When he stopped, his golden eyes met Snapjaw’s, sharp as a blade cutting through fog. "Have you completed your hunt for tonight's meal?"
The words weren’t cruel, but they carried weight. Callum didn’t waste breath on empty platitudes. He believed in these cubs—every single one of them—but belief didn’t soften the edges of the world they were about to face. He knew what the Rite of Passage would demand of them. He knew it could break them. "You weren't just star gazing, were you?"
The cooking fires crackly softly in the evening air, its light flickering against those familiar faces that stood close by. Aly’s obnoxiously proud grin. Wild Rose’s aged but sharp gaze. Adesina’s nervous glances. The faces of a few I wouldn’t likely forget. That sketchbook of Aly’s gleamed in the glow, her attitude still countering my own. That weight in my chest still heavy. My patience wore thin enough, and I couldn’t stop myself from biting back.
“Suneaters?” I reeled, my works cutting that moment of silence like a shard of ice. “Why would you think naming ourselves something that might offend an already offended Great Spirit?” The last of my cut potatoes were tossed roughly into the pot. Hot water splashing, scalding my rough hands. The feeling is lost to temper and maybe even fear. Considering how one of Helio’s gang members could have been the one cooking the stews- I wasn’t going to take my chances. “The only thing you’ll be best at is running aw-” I couldn’t finish my thought, as a clawed hand batted hard against the back of my head. Blood ran down the side of my head as claws took a small sliver out of my ear.
Then her voice came. Commanding, steady, and sharp as her claws. Wild Rose.
“Enough.” The Mentor commands, tone cutting through the tension like the crack of a whip in the dark. In the light her salt-and-pepper hair glints in the firelight as she places herself between Jonathan and Aly, a hand on each of their shoulders. A dark shadow cast behind her, furthering her imposing presence and dominance. She was their teacher. And they best well remember that. “You know better to speak to your future pack mate that way. Not now, not ever.” She scolds Jonathan. Then turns to Aly. “Mind your words, Aly. Big talk can earn big enemy’s. Even if it is just a joke.” In a softer tone. It was obvious from time spent with the cubs, that for Aly words don’t always work. The Rite Of Passage would have to teach her those hard lessons.
“Not all cubs make it through their Rite of Passage. Some of you might not come back from this. You’ve trained, yes, but the wild doesn’t care about training. The spirits won’t take pity on you. And if you can’t stand as one, if you can’t find strength in each other, you’ll fall alone. Remember that.” Wild Rose presses, giving each of the rowdy cubs a hard look. Remember this. She pulls her hand away after giving each a gentle squeeze.
Wild Rose turns to Adesina, her tone shifting. “Adesina. Please watch over your brother and sister while I find SnapJaw. The night will be starting soon.”
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