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 January 08, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
It felt good to run through the alleyways this wintery night. Her species did rather well within frigid temperatures and it was no surprise that her jungle cat companion didn't want to go out tonight. She was willing to go out on patrol alone, knowing that if anything should happen to her, Tobias would know and immediately come to her aide, regardless of the cold temperatures. After all they had one enemy, and any sign or trace of him was enough to make them both move. There hadn't been a sign or trace of him within the West. They never received a call or a threat from him ever since the death of their Alpha. He had been quiet, far too quiet for Raven's comfort, and yet she was content. Lately her nightmares had consisted of the ivory steed coming to the Ark to challenge her mate for the throne of the West, management of the Ark, and the controller of their lives. She knew Tobias was undefeated within the ring and he was always capable of holding his own in any fight, but with the death of Tetradore, it made Raven second guess if her companion was truly capable of overcoming anyone and anything.
Grey paws silently fell upon the brick alleyway, her ebony frame keeping her well hidden within the shadows. Ignoring the seedy company around her entire attention was focused more so on supernatural creatures. Humans were hardly needing her attention. Those that worked here knew about the pack and they knew it was best to let the animals take charge. After all how many of them had gotten hurt from the Leopard when they tried to attack them? The Weres that she ran past were recognized individuals that frequently came to the Ark, some caused trouble and others didn't, but for now she didn't see the need to investigate them. For a moment she slowed down near the warehouse that had been a former weapon shop, where she and Tobias worked and lived before they moved to the Ark, and now it was a running witch's shop. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she approached the closed door, sniffing the air for a moment, noticing that Serafina was no longer there and she closed up shop. Taking special care to search the area around it, seeing everything was fine, she moved off to continue her patrol, satisfied that Serafina's shop was safe and sound.
As she turned another corner an unfamiliar scent caught her attention. Curious she followed it to an abandoned warehouse. Puzzled she walked around finding a fire escape with a window open. Using her telekinesis and making her size to that of a puppy, she lifted herself upwards and through the window, landing gently inside the warehouse and returning back to her normal size. The sound of someone punching the bag, exhaling loudly, caught her attention. Quietly she followed the sound noticing the barrel of fire coming out. Keeping to the shadows she observed the woman quietly, feeling something silver in the room that seemed to make her shiver slightly. The last time she felt silver upon her flesh was when it was wrapped around her limbs and neck from that crazy Dark Hunter that captured her and Frost. It was her job to know what was going on in the West, and so, she would meet their new guest, and question her, to know if she would be a threat or just another dweller. Without hesitation she left the safety of the shadows and emerged from them, her ebony dial lifted upwards, grey tipped ears pointed forward in interest. Grey tail swayed side to side gently in an indifferent manner, as she stood beside the barrel of fire, the firelight catching the scars that were crisscrossed along her entirely uniquely colored frame. A soft voice would press into the witch's mind, as blue-grey eyes stared up at her.