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
Netflix and Chill. It was something he had heard others talk about, but he couldn't recall the meaning. At least, he didn't know the alternative meaning. If he had been aware than it meant hooking up, he would have kindly slashed that idea. Ashton had never been with anyone. The closest to a home run he had come was a single kiss. He'd never made out, never engaged in foreplay, and never actually hooked up with a girl. "Yeah, sure...if you want." If all she wanted was to simply watch Netflix (oh how naïve he was!), then he would do so in a heart beat.
He ran his hand through his hair as he contemplated how to answer her question honestly. "Dating means we hold hands...share dinner together, go on outings around the city, and we kiss goodnight. Dating is how we determine if we want to be lifelong partners." Dating would help to determine if she was the right woman for him and he the right man for her. Dating would bring up hard discussions like her desire for children. Dating was a time for them to get to know one another on a level far more intimate than friends.
He stepped forward to her, waiting patiently for her to decide if she too wanted to date him too. Hand brushed back a stray strand of hair, his fingers brushing over her temple in a loving fashion. "So what do you say?" His eyes searched hers, hoping she'd say yes.