Once you've told us a little about yourself, it's time to join the pack with a character of your own. despite the title, it doesn't have to be a Garou. Your character can be any number of creatures in the W:tA universe.

Sub-board: Pack Registration

Surrounding the island city, crystal clear waters so pure, so smooth and soft, they seem out of place in the modern metropolis. At least on the eastern side of the isle. The northern side is packed with ships and boats, leading out into the open sea and tainted black by the factories and industries on the shore. Soon, the whole bay will be choked in darkness and the stray dogs will have to find water elsewhere.

Just over the great grand bridge lays the most sorry excuse for human establishment one could imagine. Leaning buildings with crumbling foundations nestled between tall, towering and rather unsettling apartments and houses. Children romp barefoot through the garbage filled streets and leaky gas stations dot each corner, each with their fair share of drug dealers and gang members. It once had a name but is now called The Grange for lack of a better way to describe the sorry place.

As if to bridge the gap between societies, a fair brick building lays nestled on the city's main street in the only patch of grass for miles. The students seem segregated, the rich on one level, the poor on another and the middle class wrestling for a place in the fray. And the teachers... well, we'll just call them casualties of war...

Sub-boards: The Cafeteria, The Gym, The Classrooms

Named for the major car dealership that dominates its entrance, The Durango is more accurately known for it's difference compared to the area across the street. Unlike the dusty, dirty, harsh Grange, this neighborhood and adjacent streets are relatively clean-cut and peaceful. Everyone has a yard and a drive way with bright siding on their houses and gentle sloping roof tops and all that gorgeous stuff... but it's not too high felutant.

Fear the shady, suggestive, almost disturbing environment most commonly known as 'The Scene' or 'Nightlife'. Oh yes, in the midst of the largest nightclub in the city, all is not well. From beer to fights to mafia hits and gang wars, the Cotten-eye has certainly earned its bloodied reputation, particularly with the supernaturals who prey there.

Deep in the midst of the busy city life, nestled in the shadows of the great and grand skyscrapers, in the middle of all the modernized examples of human civilization, life seems to have taken a step in reverse, decorated with small shops and little shacks like an open market of old times. Stray dogs haunt the area in search of food and humans crowd the tiny side streets and corners in the pursuit of a good time.

Sub-boards: The Tower Supercenter, Datascope Cyper Cafe, Little Pete's

Though it's title may seem suggestive, even terrifying to the faintest of heart, Torches is one of those 'romantic restautrants on the shore', the ones with the huge windows for couples to get lost in and the luxurious carpet you wish you could get on the floors of your house. Though pleasant almost to the point of being fancy and even swanky, most would not consider it so. The food is mildly priced and, though your typical up-scale dinners are available, most of the menu is decorated with the common place meals of hamburgers and pizza and what have you.

On the west flank of the little island city, the ragged egdes and steep banks seemed to have changed their tone, changing their stiff demeanors for the gentle slope of a sandy beach. Though insanely close to the industrial docks and what not, it is protected from the sludge and grime by a rather large filter, making in the perfect place to watch the sun sink below the horizon.

Right beside the massive Industrial park, the harbor seems like a wound in the island side, a space carved out mercilessly by the blade of the hot knife of man. It bleeds ships constantly, some of trade but others of pleasure. Anything from fishing boats to cruses grace this sound, each one taking another piece of the crystal bay and smashing it to dark, shattered pieces of Wyrm.

Packed with factories and powerplants, this area is certainly one to avoid. Smog clouds the skies, smoke fills the lungs and the health of any and all patrons is deminished continously. Though the garou of the area try their greatest to clear this area of what is suspected to be Wyrm influence, the choking darkness is simply too powerful for your average supernatural. Perfect for Wyrm worshippers...

Sub-board: The Coven

Totally lost are we? Have no idea what you want to do for your character? Or, even more likely, too lazy to bother with it yourself? Some members might be kind enough to put their old characters up for adoption or to put up non-existant characters they simply mde up. You may take one, if you please.

Ah yes, out reason for being here. The Werewolf: the Apocalypse universe maybe chatted or discussed or mindlessly spammed about, anything from character creation to a particular picture on a particular page in the book. Conversations about characters on this site also apply, since this is a W:tA forum.

Paintings, drawings, photos and more. Any and all visual-based expressions are to be posted with disgression. We do not tolerate explicit material, meaning no porn and nothing too sexually siuggestive. But, this is an R-rated site so gore is a given.

Sub-board: Howl-Out

Pretty much everything else. If it has nothing to do with W:tA, then feel free to discuss it, to rant about it, debate about it, cry about it, make a poll about it, whatever. Games, movies, tv shows, a practicular breed of dog... the list goes on.