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
Posted on September 04, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She was a stickler for following the rules, any sort of rules really. Even though she lived within the Ark that didn't mean the SABC would say legally she was allowed to get behind the bar. She did not have her license to serve alcohol let alone be at the back of the bar to help the bartender out should he be swamped. Yet tonight the curly-haired woman desired a strong drink and knowing that no one from the SABC wouldn't be here to monitor the area she didn't mind toing the line slightly. Going behind the bar with the bartender not knowing was a piece of cake. This one sadly wasn't the brightest tool in the toolshed, but everyone needed to make money in one way or another. Tonight all the good bartenders were out and about doing whatever it is they wished to do on their night off. She was well aware that patrons wouldn't be so thrilled with the Were-Bear being the bartender, but at least he was keeping the patrons engaged...somewhat. Having her tumbler in hand she was quite content to lean up against the bar watching the other patrons that stood or sat around the ring. Quietly her eyes darted from one server to the next, just making sure things were in order. It was the sound of another that caught her attention, blue-grey eyes shifting towards the bar finding a peculiar woman giving the bartender the finger, and she turned away to focus on the crowd, hardly not surprised someone would be outspoken in his poor service. It was the sudden feel of the woman that had momentarily yelled at the bartender, come to sit down on the barstool near her, her clichéd question didn't register.
She replied gently, turning her dial around to face the woman, with a very kind smile. Most of the guests within the Ark were well aware who she was and who she belonged to. It was a nice thing, in a way. It allowed her to move freely without anyone staying in her way. It meant that she would be hardly bothered by anyone, especially when the drunks would be held back by their sober friends, for approaching her. Being the mate to the Were that continued to be undefeated and belonging to the panther that ran the place came with its advantages. Being left alone and the chance to get behind the bar to get herself a drink. What more could she possibly want? Quietly she took a sip of her drink, allowing the amber liquid to slowly burn down her throat, the girl hardly flinching or gulping at the taste. She remained quiet for the moment the she-wolf not very good at small talk and not finding herself a delightful creature to talk to. Pulling some of her curls behind her ear, her mauled face turned again towards the woman, as a small sympathetic smile appeared, unsure a bit whether or not she was going on about this conversation the right way.