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
Never give up, never give in
Posted on April 29, 2017 by Nicholas Thorne
better to
fight for something
than live for nothing
Fighting humans was nothing new to Nicholas. He knew exactly how hard he could strike and where, and most importantly how to make it look like he was weaker than he was so to throw any suspicion. It was actually harder than fighting Weres sometimes as holding himself back when all he wanted was to let loose was a struggle. Tonight however he was level-headed and strapped for cash so had no problem chiming in to be the next entry into the so-called ring. Perhaps he wasn't entirely convincing in his display, the round ending far too quickly than the viewers were wanting. It was however entertainment enough watching the taller man be beat down by the shorter.
Nicholas loitered at the edge gathering his jacket while the ringmaster gathered the winnings and losings from the fight. Perhaps if he wasn't more hungry and wanting a drink at that moment he would have stayed for another fight such as the leader pressed him for. Though he hardly had much time to think about that as an overly tattooed man sidled up answering for him. Nick raised his brow watching the leader shrug and meander off before turning his attention back to the stranger. "Oh?" He gruffed slightly at the domineering man, rolling his eyes as he shoved his winnings into his jacket pocket. "And you are? I don't recall hiring you as my manager. I'm not into having a manager." In the past at the higher end fights he was used to being approached by men every so often wishing to be his manager; people who want cuts of the profits without any of the real risk.
"What you're talking about sounds like work. And this here," Nick motioned to the fighting behind them "just paid for dinner and a drink and a few more nights at a hotel. When I need more I'll just find another fight." Honestly Nicholas had never been a greedy man, never seeking more money than he needed to get by. "I heard there was a nightly fight ring with good stakes pay around here anyways." He shrugged as he eyed the man once more. "Maybe you can go try your luck being one of those guy's manager."
Nicholas Thorne