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

Edge of the Circle

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

death incarnate, night triumphant


Posted on June 14, 2019 by Andras Stein
West

death incarnate & night triumphant

It was clear within a matter of moments that this man was anything but threatening... sure a bit rough around the edges. Yet, the man truly seemed to have a one track mind. How interesting. The fact still wasn't lost on Andras that this man was still very much alive, had managed to not attract a single Hunter. Whether this man was incredibly stupid or simply good at evading such creatures remained to be seen and honestly, Andras couldn't bring himself to care either way. As long as he wasn't a threat to his court, he didn't mind what one faerie did in the city unless it truly did cause a situation to arise with faeries in general. He had managed to keep the bulk of the faerie population a secret from the outside world, vampires craving the taste of Fae blood and some Hunters hunting them as sport.

Still, Andras can't deny that he's not curious all the same. Why was this male alone? Why did he carry such a bitterness? Of course, the faerie lord didn't know to what extent this male felt but Andras could clearly see a sort of anger written across his features, it wasn't like he hid it well. He opts for a bit more friendliness, as he asks for his name as the man, Boone, simply scoffs at him before offering it up. They clearly did not start out on the right foot and it was for Andras to blame alone. His drive to protect his people had him seeking out every last faerie within the city to deem them threatening or nonthreatening, there was no in between. But for those nonthreatening faeries, he also offered asylum, a safe place to live without being hunted constantly. Andras was already certain this man would want nothing of the sort but he wouldn't turn someone away even if they didn't want it right this second.

"A pleasure to meet you, Boone," Andras says, that cool smile still remaining on his lips. Watching a car pull down the road, the man watches the interaction as the girl is unceremoniously shoved into the backseat, Andras hardly commenting on it. As they finish with the human woman, Boone gestures, rather sarcastically with a hand, to join him on a walk, the male shrugging as he prowls forward and falls into step with him. The comment from Boone has a wicked simper etching onto his features as he shoves his hands into his pockets, "Since you so politely offered... yes, I do," Andras states, that ancient accent so lightly coating his words as he glances down at Boone, Andras just barely taller than the man by a couple of inches. "Why are you so bitter?" He asks, head tilting casually as he looks at the man, "Not caring about other faeries, clearly something has made you dislike our kind." As much of a diplomat as Andras was, he could just as easily shoot to the root of the problem without beating around the bush.

Andras Steinhello darling

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