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

Edge of the Circle

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

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Posted on March 24, 2016 by Ivy Grendal
West Reopen Thread
Wake up, work, eat, sleep. Is that what so many lives have come to? Just a simple, boring cycle. A girl needs money, sure, but there's no use of a life with no enjoyment. Ivy understands this. Once a perfect daughter whose heart would break at any news stating her class ranking stood at any number other than number one, Ivy used to be everything she desired to be as a young girl. However, that all changed several years ago when she became something other than human. It's not like she could stay with her extraordinarily normal, paranoid, and catholic family after she had become a fairy, they'd try to perform an exorcism or even skip that step and go straight to deeming her a foul demon.

Ivy is, in fact, not a demon at all. As she grew up, demons have been described as ugly creatures who despise the living and worship the devil himself. Though today the girl knows this is not entirely the truth, as nothing ever is, she is certain that demons are a completely different being from herself. No, Ivy does not normally take life, but instead can will it to grow with a glance of her smokey grey eyes. Well... not all life, only the sort that uses photosynthesis. Yet still, her parents would not approve. Ever.

After running from her maker and anything else she may have had ties to in her old life, Ivy landed here. She changed, many of her childhood morals thrown in the trash. At first, any profit she brought to her apartment was picked from the pockets of unaware strangers. She still participates in that criminal act when salary from the cafe and small greenhouse built inside her bedroom isn't enough. Ivy goes to parties with underage drinking, having a drink or two herself, and has broken her mother's number one rule by engaging in sexual acts. Many times over.

The fairy is on her way home now after spending a comfortable night with a handsome stranger. Some may call it the walk of shame, but Ivy's dignity is intact. In her mind, what's the matter with a grown woman enjoying herself? Actually, a proper walk of shame would be after intercourse, would it not? She is technically still a virgin, though her arguments as to why are complicated and the true reason is buried deep within under blankets of emotion. Her only slightly wrinkled outfit has a bohemian or gypsy feel with a fringed brown tank top that shows her belly button ring, thin jean shorts, and accessories of every sort; perfect for the bonfire she attended yesterday. The braid she created to flow down her back last night is long gone and she has not replaced it. It doesn't matter anyway, she's nearly reached her destination, blooming a small dandilion growing from between cracks in the sidewalk as she passes.

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