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
Perhaps her brother's behavior would have been weird had she not always known him to be...aloof. He always seemed to have a wall up so it was not alarming to have him so stiff in this moment either. "Yes, Hunters. I woke up and-..." Damn it hurt her head to think back. "Fuckers stole my clothes." She grumbled, feeling rather violated at that fact; though whether it was the loss of clothes or nudity that bothered her was unclear. With a nonchalant shrug she headed up those steps, "I left and came straight here. I don't have any money or I would have just stopped to buy new clothes."
Nadya was barely a few steps up the stairs when her brother seemed to regain whatever composure he had lost and informed her that she no longer had anything here in the form of clothing or a room. Confusion and aghast disbelief crossed those delicate features, "What do you mean-...? I'm gone not even..-.. What did you do with all my clothes?" Dear god, why did her head hurt so much and why was there a massive blackness whenever she tried to recall something? Jackal had seen the rather uncomfortable situation and fled back out to his post to give the pair privacy. The young woman took those two steps back down the stairs and towards Tet. "...This is my home...I mean it isn't exactly where I thought we'd live, ya know, more steel...but- jeez Tet." Nadya quirked a brow, his behavior starting to become confusing. "Fine, I'll borrow someone else's clothes but...what's with you Aiden?" Her revert to his given name was reserved for times she was truly confused by him. "Did someone try to take off without paying up again or something?" How some things came so easily to her mind and yet others remained behind red tape. The young brunette could only stand there staring at her older brother quizzically.
Nadya Tetradore