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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
audette rousseau
Ah, how entrancing that bright pink hue was! A part of her yearned for the freedom to transform her own blonde locks into a myriad of pinkish colors...and yet she was forever banned from being anything other than what was deemed 'normal'. If such a thought disgruntled the French woman, she hardly let it show, a warm simper instead settling upon her lightly glossed lips as the young woman in front of her turned the full weight of her attention upon the ballerina.
Inquisitively, the clove color of Audette's irises peered inquisitively at the man beside her, only to glance questioning back at Ray. Did Ray know him? Did she...make the mistake of sitting between friends? Any query she might have made never left her parted lips, however, as Ray abruptly leaned between them to reach for the stranger. Audette was hardly prepared for the action, her drink even less so as it caught on the edge of Ray's jacket, sending the fruit cocktail spilling across the once clean bartop. The pink beverage spilled across the fellow's pants, her own jeans certainly faired better, Audette only gaining a single stain on her left thigh. Even so, a soft gasp left Audette's lips as the scene played out before her, Ray far quicker to move than she was, the girl procuring those towels near effortlessly in some effort to mop up the spilled drink. Thankfully, the man hardly seemed...that upset by the incident, the stain from her drink easily blending into his black pants.
Ray, however, seemed quick to notice the small stain upon Audette herself, the apology was one Audette was quick to wave off.