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

something wicked this way comes


Posted on September 05, 2016 by serafina dubois
West


Unlike her lupine companion, the youthful witch found it hardly as easy to simply erase the trauma of what had occurred but moments ago. Those spectral creatures that so haunted her every waking step seemed entirely determined to ensure the girl not only saw them but too acknowledged them, even with the possible threat of overwhelming her. A part of her knew they could do little harm to her, at least, not in any real physical sense. Very few of those transparent figures that fell within her domain held enough energy to hurl the articles of her home into oblivion. More often than not they chose to simply crowd her, brushing their transparent fingers over her pale skin and, too more often than not, the simple action was enough to make her skin crawl and her body squirm with panic. Still, they had achieved their goal, they had won her attentions and in turn they seemed all too content to return to that thinly veiled world and out of her sight, for the time being. It left Serafina with but a brief moment to breathe before the wolverine troted out of her site and into the kitchen. The sounds that followed, however, quickly brought the girl back to her feet with a sigh before she hurried after that retreating form.

Raven's name fell abruptly from her lips as she caught the wolf nomming on her hard earned bread! The witch rushed forward, entirely fearless of the lupine despite the way in which she had attempted to attack her but moments ago. Her hand smacked hard on the canine's nose before she grabbed the bag of bread from her, altogether ignoring the way in which the lupine dared to lunge at her. "NO!" The word was nearly shouted at the wolf as she clutched the bread to her chest, her eyes entirely accusing as she stared hard at the creature, as if her glare alone might somehow see the animal falter from it's antics. She heard the whining that left the ebony muzzle of her companion and yet, Serafina hardly paid it any mind, instead huffing softly as she turned back to place the bread on the countertop, peeling off the pieces and bits that had been gnawed upon by the wolverine. For the moment, she was content to ignore the wolf until the scraping on the bottom of her countertops drew her attention.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she suspiciously watch the canine dig under her cabinets, the female's gaze entirely steadfast as the lupine moved towards her, her head tucked ever so slightly exactly until the point where she stood right in front of Serafina. She watched the lupine suspiciously as Raven abruptly raised her head, clearly proud to show the witch what she had captured. Neither parties, however, were surely prepared for what occurred next. A scream nearly immediately peeled from Serafina's lips, the witch propelling herself backwards to the counter only to do whatever was necessary to pull herself up on top of it and away from the rat. In her flailing effort to get away, however, her foot nearly collided into Raven herself, the girl only calming but slightly the moment she was settled with her feet drawn up on the counter. Her voice held a noticeable hint of panic, bordered perhaps with hysteria as she pleased, "Oh my god, oh my god. Raven, kill it. Please kill it. You can have all the bread. Just....do something with it." For the orphan girl she was, Serafina held a nearly a paranoia of any such things she identified as "germy", the pristine state of her house was but another of those methods used to keep those haunting memories of the past at bay.

serafina dubois


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