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

rich kid asshole, paint me as the villain


Posted on February 16, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
West




The boy with brandished gold locks finds himself grinning as the two pack members join him. But even then, he wonders how comfortable these two were with each other as Marcelo causally glances between the two. The predator within him, the predator, scavenger, whatever you want to call it, that had been with Marcelo for centuries, can almost feel the uncertainly within Henry, the cautiousness. It was the same feeling the brandished golden haired boy felt when he would corner his prey and instead of just accepting their fate that would end on the other end of his ivory teeth, they decided to get defensive, and Marcelo would see a possible scuffle in his near future. But, this boy is not prey, the jackal with hair like brandished gold knows this as he looks to the man with dark mocha eyes.

He runs a hand through brandished gold hair looking at the pair with those dark eyes. "I just came to check out the pack, the Nightshade pack is a hot topic amongst the were community," he says, those dark eyes flickering between the pair. "Is that enough clearance for me to be allowed to talk to you two?" He jests. Marcelo was anything but serious, everything always seemed to be a game to the jackal. I guess when you are going to live forever, you really that you cannot take life to seriously, after all, Marcelo had eternity and even then he wasn't going to waste any of it. "Nice to meet you henry," the boy with brandished gold locks says. "I am Marcelo," he says with a wicked grin, despite having no ill intentions at the current moment, Marcelo still had this strange edge to him, maybe it came with the territory of being a were jackal.

He certainly cannot help the grin that hits his face with Alexis's laugh. Girls laughing at his jokes really never got tiring, that was for certain. "I thought so. I only have my looks going for me, I never finished high school," he says with a laugh. In truth, Marcelo has never even started high school, it didn't exist when he was a child, and in these modern times it sounded like some weird form of torture.

"Then why are you apart of this pack?" The bronze haired Marcelo asks the one named Henry. "Not to be rude or anything, but I thought these fights were like this pack's thing or something," he says eyeing Henry and then turning to look at Alexis. "That would make sense," he says with a shrug to her comment. But Henry gains Marcelo's attention right back. "Bar? Oh hell yeah, sounds good to me," he says in a youthful voice. Sure, physically Marcelo was not at the legal drinking age, but he was older than these two put together and multiplied by 10. "Lead the way," he says, gesturing for either Henry of Alexis to begin walking before he too follows them onto the Ark.
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge

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