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
you're asleep inside but you can shake awake
Posted on June 23, 2019 by boone kendrick
He really just wanted this dude to fuck off, but the other didn't seem like the type who would leave so easily. The man was itching for answers to questions he had no business asking. He was trying to guilt Boone into feeling guilty about his life choices, or so that's how it felt to Boone. He allowed the man to fall into step with him, hoping that perhaps answering a question or two would be sufficient enough and then he would go on his merry little way.
The man, Andras, seemed all too pleased at the offer to accompany him on a walk and even more eager at the opportunity to ask him more questions. However, what Boone thought would be more mild questions: where he came from, where he's going, what he liked to do in his free time, etc. Instead, he got right down to business, information that Boone wasn't sure he was quite ready to fork up.
Boone sighed, his hands shoving into his pockets as he picked up the pace just a little bit, hoping that he would make it home before he had to answer. "Bitter, no. Defensive, yes. I don't exactly like it when people stand in my personal space and ask me if I'm trying to kill people." If someone came and did the same to him, he had a feeling that he might feel a little defensive himself. "What made you choose me to interrogate? What made me look like a killer?" Boone was no killer. In fact, he wouldn't really hurt anyone - not unless he truly felt the need because it would otherwise compromise his own safety.
On the outside, Boone may seem very rough around the edge, but once you get to know him, you begin to see that he's really just someone who calculates his moves and plans strategically. Yes, he enjoys the company of women (and a man from time to time), but he never lets that take away from his strategy.
It was the second question, the reason why he hated fairies that had Boone looking up at him. There was no way he would divulge this information on the very first meeting. That was some personal shit this guy was getting into. "Something has...but I don't know you well enough to tell you what that reason is. You forget that you just inserted yourself in my evening. I don't share information like that with just anyone." In fact, he couldn't think of anyone he had told that information to, other than the people that caused those feelings. Boone didn't have many friends, no one to talk about life with. Perhaps he needed a friend, not just a woman for the night.