West
The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Black Market
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
What You'll Find Here
Cull & Pistol
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Noah's Ark
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Syn
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
virtue has a veil, vice a mask Serafina
Posted on February 14, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Last year she enjoyed the cold season of Winter. Perhaps it was due to the fact her other half was one that could thrive in the harsh cold weather. She enjoyed the feeling of the cold and ruthless winds tear though her ebony and grey thick fur. The taste of the snow that fell from the charcoal grey clouds. Every now and then she didn't like the fact that her paws didn't do too well with the frozen ground below, sometimes she lost her footing on the ice, but she managed to keep herself up. Now, however, she wasn't much of a fan of this particular season anymore. Getting severe frostbite and coming close to death with such a thing can take away the appreciation she once had for Winter. The West territory needed to be watched over tonight and none of the cats wanted to brace the cold. She was the only creature capable of enduring the chilled winds, the snow covered cement and docks, so she was the lucky member of the Nightshade pack to watch their territory tonight.
At this moment she was currently walking along the rafters of the old weapons warehouse shop she had worked with the male werewolf â€" Lucian. Most of the products he sold went to those that kept to the shadows. Before she worked for him she didn't know much about weaponry, but after working for him for a year, she knew a bit far too much then she really should. Many of the weapons here were stored safely out of prying eyes, the warehouse was locked up tightly to keep others out, and every now and then she would come here to gather what was needed to help the pack make a little more money. Although tonight she was just coming in for a little bit of shelter from the cold outside before she went back out again, but the moment she saw a silhouette moving through the corridor of tall shelves, she was interested in chasing them out. Whomever it was they did not belong here.
Clamoring down from the rafters, her silent paws carried her frame over to where she last saw the silhouette. Craning her dial upwards she looked around and noticed the figure wandering down another corridor of tall shelves. Dark ears laced back as she rushed towards the figure, jaws gaped apart, dark blue-grey eyes narrowed, as she unleashed a warning snarl. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, the unknown figure had managed to find one of the light switches and the werewolf went momentary blind. Confused and completely blind for a moment her threatening form shifted into a submissive stance as her eyes closed and she shook her head, opening her eyes slightly to adjust to the bright light source. When she could finally make out the figure she was shocked to see that it was Serafina. Confused she picked herself up and tentatively walked towards the witch, whatever agitation she had before simmered to a relax state, as her dial tilted to the side curiously, her voice gently prodded into Serafina's head her voice filled with genuine disbelief.