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
Creating dollar birds and questions
Posted on March 11, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
Taking things was wrong or something like that, huh? Tipson imagined a few different scenarios on how the girl came to be this way and none of them was a normal human girl growing up in a remotely normal life. If she was a human she'd been stashed away in someone's closet to know as little as she did. She didn't seem like someone who had been abused though, she was a little spitfire in many ways. More like a young child exploring a new thing with a black and white understanding of it.
Tipson was always leery of freaks but he'd be willing to bet that dollar she was either a freak or a freak had custody of her or some such thing. Technicalities couldn't be proven and Tipson wasn't going to ask a question he didn't want an answer to. She was entertaining him for the moment.
Tipson's skills aside from being a thief were lying and charisma so he was well aware that the money-airplane had done its job as he made it. Still, he hadn't expected the result to be quite so good. "Pretty much," he responded in her confusion of his making a 'bird' to see it fall. "Though it's meant to be an airplane but we can call it a bird. The point was showing how money is even bad at being used to make fun things."
No surprise that she'd like parties though Tipson imagined she couldn't have been to too many so far with her level of naivete. Both of Tipson's brows arched at her mention of what could be done with the clothes off. His first thought went in a direction one might expect but he wasn't sold on it. What it eluded to didn't fit with the rest of the picture she was showing him. Maybe when he was done being friendly with her he'd have to ask her what the deal was. Not asking this girl about herself was smart but Tipson did a lot of unsmart things.
Tipson smiled and paused his stride, "alright, show me where your favorite spot for cheese fries is." She really did like that 'bird' dollar he'd made! "I'll make you another plane out of paper before we part ways. It will actually fly a short distance and keep its form better." There were several conversations that seemed fun to have with her but the more Tipson thought on it the more Tipson liked the idea of her mind being distracted with fries and planes when he asked questions.