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

open my chest and color my spine


Posted on July 07, 2016 by Ivy Grendal
West


Nature girl


We're gonna rattle this ghost town


Ivy understands when Samantha tells her that she is unsure as to whether or not she loves her significant other. The girl nods, acknowledging Sam's statement, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed." If Ivy could change one thing in her life, it would be not jumping into her latest relationship. She was such a naive teenager, and now because of it she will never be able to physically grow out of being such a child. At least the woman she's following sounds like she has a good head on her shoulders. Nowadays, Ivy doesn't keep any boys in her life. No girls either, for that matter. She does, however, have a slight fear of the boy she ran away from finding her once more.



Should she tell Sam about that boy? He's caused so much damage in her life, what if he is searching for her? Then again, he has little reason to. Ivy was just a little game he wanted to play, and ever since she ran away that game has been over. Well, over or on pause. She hesitates before turning her head to explain her slight fear to the fairy queen, "There's one boy you might need to know about, he's the one who changed me. His name is Neal, though it's been about five years since I've seen him."



Now that she has said it, Ivy feels a bit foolish for telling Sam. A shifty guy from so long ago, someone she thought she loved, searching for her after all these years? It's an irrational fear, really, but Ivy wants wholeheartedly to abide in this other fairy. She's done with doing everything alone, it was freeing at first but now it's just lonely and overwhelming. Now Ivy doesn't have to be so alone. Maybe now she won't spend so much time missing her dysfunctional family, either. With people like Sam to distract Ivy from her thoughts and her past, the world will seem a lot brighter, or so she hopes.



But Ivy sure does hope the monarchy can fill the hole in her spirit caused by her family. Maybe it will be even better than her relatives, she has never felt too much at home with any of her blood. Already, Sam knows more about Ivy than her own parents ever have. She adores the idea of the other fairy becoming a sort of sister to her. Though, now comes the question of what Ivy does. She knows of Sam from what the fairy has told her, Ivy seems to have forgotten that she even has a life to tell about.



"I work at a little cafe near my apartment. It's a crumbly old apartment that I share with two humans, or at least I think they are human. I don't really know them too well," Ivy pauses for a second, debating whether or not to tell about her little greenhouse. Ultimately, she decides it isn't something she should keep from Sam, "Also... my room doubles as a kind of greenhouse that I sell plants out of... most of them are illegal. But don't worry! It's not marijuana or anything, just stuff like saffron and Rotchschild's orchids. Plus the occasional oleander or rosary pea... Do you like plants?" Ivy has an obsession with plants. Since she was a small girl and her mother told her about the vegetation that she was named after, it just kind of stuck. Imagine her surprise half a decade ago when she discovered she could control and manipulate these life forms. So when her meager tips and small salary at the cafe don't pull through, Ivy keeps her head afloat by participating in a black market of vegetation. It has worked thus far.



A slight breeze brushes past Ivy's bare arms, raising goosebumps as it blows by. She crosses her arms in return, and is reminded of her less than presentable outfit she wore to the bonfire over twelve hours ago, "Hopefully such a traditional man like Dorian is fine with not-so-modest modern attire," Ivy gestures to her rather short jean shorts and fringed crop top, laughing a little.

..Ivy Grendal..

Fairy .. 21 .. Plant Manipulation .. Played by Tangerine

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