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
We're gonna rattle this ghost town The last hour or so has brought upon Ivy a truck load, no a of emotions and feelings. She has a tendency to experience emotional rollercoasters quite often, possibly having to do with the girl being forever stuck in a sixteen year old's body, but at least she has had some experience in understanding and interpreting what they mean to her. Firstly, Ivy has a familiar twist in her gut. This one is not a warning sign or red flag, not a representation of regret worry, but instead of an eager anxiousness. She is not necessarily afraid of what may happen, but instead excited to see the outcome for her and for who may become her friends. Secondly, Ivy is feeling increasingly joyful. She was planning on spending the day in her bedroom surrounded by the mundane and common (for her at least) plants that have made their home inside neat pots lining her shelves and floors. It's an activity the small girl finds herself doing too often, it gets real boring real fast. It's when she's tired of it that she finds herself going to high school and college parties. When she does things she shouldn't. Ivy knows it's bad and that she will end up in deep trouble one day, but it isn't too late to correct her actions right now. The fairy girl laughs wholeheartedly at the other fairy's description of Dorian. To be so... old, ancient even, and only recently introduced to the modern world must be rough, yet ridiculously fantastic to watch. It's amazing to Ivy that someone can really live that long, she imagines a crooked old man but really for all she knows he could appear to be the same age as her. Ivy's mind is struggling to wrap around the thoughts that come with this supernatural world. "I'm not sure how much I'd actually help with the whole Dorian-adapting-to-the-modern-world thing, I like the sound of 'ceiling candles' more than 'lightbulbs'." Ivy jokes, her smile growing. She enjoys talking to to another fairy, she would have never guessed this is where she would be now just yesterday, even this morning. It's sorta official now, though, that Ivy will follow Samantha should she begin a monarchy. The young fairy has the utmost amount of faith in this near-stranger, Sam has quite obviously gone through a lot and just having experienced the change of becoming a fairy makes Ivy respect her all the more. Ivy gains a feeling of belonging, though she has yet to meet more than one fairy. She does not know Dorian but she is already fond of him. She does not know the fairy girls at the burlesque but she already dislikes them. Funny how that works. She waves goodbye to Raven and smiles warmly, glad she had unexpectedly run into the werewolf and that the woman had saved her life without hesitating. But is Ivy ready to meet this Dorian guy, or fairy? Yes, she believes she is. This will be fun, different, and educational. A friendship with Samantha and perhaps Dorian as well could be extremely beneficial to Ivy. "Meet Dorian... as in go right now to meet Dorian? I mean, I've got nowhere else to be." Fairy .. 21 .. Plant Manipulation .. Played by Tangerine |