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 March 07, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
It would be rather difficult to learn a new power that one wasn't familiar with or knew how to work. The majority of her powers she didn't know either, but she took the time to learn how to control them. Her mate and herself were one of the most powerful Weres or supernatural creature among the city. It took years for the curly-haired woman to master her crafts. Each one was more useful than the next, the she-wolf grateful to have powers that could actually be used to not only help her, but help others as well. That the woman had no idea where to begin with controlling her own powers was troublesome. For a moment Raven did feel some sympathy for the woman, in addition to her plight as to not having any friends within the area. When she first came here to the city she had no friends either, the woman never having friends in the first place. However, all that changed one night here within the West District along the docks. That was where she met her first friend, now mate, and she was grateful for that night they met. Perhaps, this witch would be grateful for tonight, that is, if she had any intentions of making friends. As they walked she listened attentively to the witch beside her. Nodding thoughtfully, somber eyes flicking towards the woman and then back to the destination ahead. Weakly she muttered gently.
Raven understood what it was like to be beaten. Of course the reason behind it wasn't necessarily because of a power. Rather it was a fear of her curse. She couldn't blame them. After all it was natural for those that didn't understand what they were afraid of. What they did to her was wrong, that she would agree to. Raven couldn't not explain to the witch her own issue, not in full detail at least. She didn't know the woman that well and she didn't feel comfortable explaining everything to a complete stranger. So, she did the best that she could do and at least admit that she understood, perhaps far better than anyone else she would meet within the supernatural city. After explaining the different parts of the city to the woman, her dial titled to the side as she heard the name of a witch she was looking for. Raven hardly knew anything about the local covens or families here. Though if the name was important she would at least recognize it. It wasn't a family than ran their own business or dabbled in other businesses, so that route wouldn't work. With a shrug she shook her head sadly.
Raven would have liked to help the witch in her search for this particular witch family. It would have surely made the witch happy, but there was only so much Raven could. At least she was taking the woman to a safer place to rest her weary head and begin her search. Emmy was not pack. Emmy was not bound to her. However, Raven was one of those souls that wore her heart on her sleeve, and she would do whatever it took to help others. It was a terrible flaw, and yet, it was a flaw that helped shape the she-wolf. It was the question about knowing if anyone had her power that caused her eyebrows to furrow. She could not recall of anyone she knew that could control the weather, least of all storms. It would be a special gift. For a moment she thought quietly to herself trying to find some kind of solution that would benefit the woman. There were two ideas she had in mind, and either one could lead to the solution Emmy needed, or not. Chances were both were 50/50. With a shrug of her shoulders she responded, though her voice held a hopeful tone.
As they came closer to their final destination, turning at another corner, the she-wolf took her hand out of her pocket to extend it, in a friendly handshake.