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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Hazelnut makes the morning right...
Bottles clinking, the female announcer on the small tv above the bar, the light smokiness of the locals was a nice scene to doze off in. Not many people came in for the afternoon and stayed. Normally it was the drink after lunch and back to work so it kept a steady flow of new faces and new conversations into the hole in the wall tavern. Not one to drink but certainly one to visit and observe, a middle-aged looking man throws another dart into the heavily decorated dart board hung lazily in the corner. Shaking his head at the poor attempt at a throw he turns towards the lone chair and table nearby and sips on the mug sitting at the table awkwardly clashing with the litter of beer bottles, empty mugs, and shot glasses that seem to occupy everyone elses hands. The warm taste of hazelnut coffee strikes his tongue as his gaze floats around the room from patron to patron, some simply talking, some struggling to hold themselves up. Funny how something like alcohol could be such a popular drink among these humans. While it may have its pleasant tastes here and there, nothing really hit the spot like a nice cup of coffee. Hazelnut especially. The smell of the grounds mixing with a hint of nut was simply marvelous to him. A bit strange for one who should thirst for blood more often than not but simply a trait of his.
Familiar faces came and went as the afternoon passed until a new face entered through the door. The only thing that stood out about the young man was the unruly hair he sported, but he didnt seem too important to Kaleb. Another patron another entertaining guest. More time passes, more clinking, a group of gentlemen watching a particularly boring sport on the tv broke into cries of celebration. Obviously something of good fortune passed to "their" team. Another sip of coffee and another glance around the thinning crowd. And yet the young man remained where he was casually drinking and observing the outside world. Interesting. Not very often was there simply another observing soul in this world. After watching the world roll by with so many humans and non humans passing by, it was pleasing to find another like-minded person. Though he may be human from sight it was at least uplifting to see someone who wasn't in a rush in life.
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Picking up his mug the older man makes his way over to the young man and pulls a stool up and tips the brim of his hat towards him. A quick glance of the new face shows him to be just turning the age of a man, but something in the way he holds himself shows a few more years have been worked into him. "A bit young to be sitting at the bar so casually don't you think?"
Kaleb Eldritch
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