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

Braxton Redfield

They Say He Likes A Good Time


Posted on December 08, 2021 by Braxton Redfield
West
Don't Believe Thy Majesty, They'll Eat You Alive

Extravagant. That was his whole intention at the moment. Hair perfectly trimmed and washed by a professional. Obviously. As if Vitani didn't spoil him in the best ways. She was often very busy these days in her home, while Braxton however?
Well... The Britishman was certainly keeping busy. This was the first time in years his feet were back on the ground of Sacrosanct. And without missing a beat, he had a cigarette in his mouth, walking around the Western side of town.
All dressed up like he was, walking in this area was practically asking for trouble.
"I do wonder how Azrael is, that cheeky devil... I see Vitani on a daily basis, of course."
He rolled his eyes a bit. She was.. Well, she was very hard to please these days.
Her taste? Still quite boujee. Still extravagant and just rolling in cash.
Granted she did pay Braxton for his services. After all;
"I most certainly can't have you looking like second rate, darling."

The relationship those two had was still quite the same as it was ever. Funny enough the only other person he could remember was Beylani, but that was it.
Now here he was just bored out of his mind late at night, and huffing down a cigarette. The cherry at the end was bright red and the scent would have bothered anyone who wasn't a smoker or used to the smell. Afterall, these weren't just any trashy or cheap cigarettes, no no!
These were some of the finest cigarettes he could get his hands on. Vitani most certainly rubbed off on him, with her exquisite taste and rather expensive habits.
Several new suits were just a big part of his spending that he did while back home in Britain.

Sly devil he was looking like this but he was always aware of one thing; Being dressed like this is bound to draw attention, and the wrong kind at that. Or was it the wrong kind?
This Fae man wasn't the least bit scared as he was hearing bustling noises just down the road. It drew him in, but he knew better than to just stroll down without an idea. No no. This was not the Redfield way. He'd wait to see who would dare approach him, and converse with him. And, who knows... Maybe even show him around so he could get reacquainted with this terrible little hamlet of a neighborhood.
"Guess I'm just asking for trouble.. Cause I am the trouble."
He snickered smugly, as he puffed on his cigarette and savored the burn of the tobacco.
Those dark eyes scanned over the street with what street lights were on.

Braxton Wayne Redfield
? dante|image by lucas filipe

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