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
Nadya really shouldn't...or rather didn't care how Taylor decided to get the wallet back to the man. She got what she needed from it so what did it matter? If some foolish individual wanted to risk getting in trouble for returning something that in all likelihood wouldn't be missed...what was it to her? And yet, the human standing before her certainly didn't deserve any backlash did he? By the sounds of it he was foolish but that didn't necessarily mean he deserved to be punished for it. The corner of her lips quirked in a smirk at his comment as she handed the wallet back, "It depends on the man. My father had a photo in his wallet to remind himself of why the long hours were worth it." She shrugged lightly and regarded him once more as she introduced herself.
"Taylor." She let the name process, committing it to memory...or at least her current memory. If she had met him before, he wasn't saying and for that she was grateful. It was becoming beyond stressful running into people who claimed to know her and she had no recollection of. "I suppose that's one way of doing it." Some humans could actually be interesting and for that Taylor had snagged her attention. "Before you go off on your white horse, I could part with some of the loot for some coffee if you'd like to join? Every hero needs fuel, right?" Nadya untucked a few bills from the front of her shirt to flash them before Taylor. She had yet to have her coffee for the morning which meant she was far less capable of handling the day yet. It wasn't often she cared to have company before she'd had her coffee but Taylor seemed low key enough to handle.
Nadya Tetradore