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
askaree THEY SAY IM A GOD
Posted on April 12, 2017 by IÓRKÆLL DVÆRG
"another one!"
The massive bulk of a man roars his request, fisted hand slamming upon the bar counter. This wasn't enough, the thick apple crisp taste of the ale that satiates his thirst is unable to satiate the thirst inside his raging mind. The voices tear at him with those vile fingers, ripping at whatever peace he had gained since earlier. They curl inside his twisted thoughts, whispering sweet nothings and promising relief if he should obey them. The headaches came more frequently these days, causing blood to ooze ever so slowly from his ears. Hours had gone by since he landed in this hidden away dive bar that better meets the tastes of his type. It almost seemed below ground, hidden away from the jewels and the pampered beings he avoids. No, this smelly dump of a place filled with brutes and murderers who tease the easy waitresses around him was almost like the rough and tough taverns from home.
The bartender practically tosses the drink to him and it lands on the stained wood top, ale slipping out as wasted droplets meet the filthy surface. The viking grimaces, flicking his steely gaze to the bartender who returns to the attention of some dirty dame nearby. It was irrelevant how he got his drink, as long as he got it. Still. Tonight was not one that someone should be so careless with him. He was literally a loose cannon on the edge. One hand grasps the drink, raising it to bearded lips as the liquid meets his mouth. Driblets of ale spill along the sides, falling into his beard.
From the outside view, no one notices the battler worn, axe wielding maniac at the bar. His back turned to the unruly patrons as eyes remain locked upon his drink. They cannot see the fight that he fights inside. They cannot feel the fiery pain he feels in his mind. They do not see the images that scar him as his eyes close at night, leaving wounds that no amount of medicine and healing herbs can take away.
Do not pity the cruel fool.
It is all his fault.
All too soon this cup is gone too and a snarl reaches his scarred face. The limelight of the poorly lit establishment makes his face look far too menacing. His hand rises to meet tuffs of hair, fingers rubbing those temples. He turns in this moment, taking a breath as those ice shards lock on to the others throughout the area. A distraction from the madness, he needs it.
Little did he know it was on its way.
(ooc: sorry it is short i suck at starter posties)
BROTHER TO; MAGNÚS - CONSUMED BY; REGAN - KING OF; ÚTLAGI
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- me and the devil, walking side by side - By ASKAREE on July 03, 2017 at 5:58 PM