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
Fire and ash
Posted on March 09, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
Tipson was already walking slowly so as the woman got into his path it was easy enough to make a smooth stop, brows hitching up at the question. "Look at it this way. Why don't you like sticking them in your mouth?" Tipson offered the easy retort back as much to kill a few seconds as he anything. He used those moments to size up the messy state of the woman. She certainly didn't seem to mind her current state. The rips had to be somewhat recent or the fraying would be worse, the dirt looked fresh, and the burnt part? Tipson imagined it not far-fetched to assume that was recent as well. Aside from the dress, even her hair was a mess.
"Anyway, the smell is worth it taking the edge off." Anything to keep things fun. "You want one? Try for yourself?" Tipson pulled a small box from his pocket, flipping it open to show where a mostly full set of the cigarettes were stored. "No charge. Then again, you look as if you already might have taken the edge off from some crazy party. Unless torn clothing is your fashion statement."
Proper manners and etiquette weren't required around this area, at least not the sort of way they were in the middle to the upper class. The rules here were different and more about turning blind-eyes or just knowing who not to be an ass too. Watching out for thieves, like him, or leaders of gangs and whatnot. Politeness wasn't a rule though, meaning her directness was fine and his not worrying about if she was hurt was fine.
The dirt and torn clothes Tipson could easily find lots of excuses for but the burns? Whatever she'd been doing to get those it might be best he not ask about. Going with the logic of 'wild party' seemed the safest assumption though not likely the real one. "One moment," Tipson turned away from her, blowing out a bit more smoke to make sure it wasn't blown directly into her face before turning back to put it in place. "You know, if you don't want me puffing this in your face it might be nice if you weren't directly in my way quite so much?"