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
I-I'M NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM.
Posted on November 13, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
When you look into the mirror do you see the truth?
D-Do the voices in your head still got you confused?
Do they make you wanna say...
I-I'm not who you think I am.
The gentle thudding of Raven's tail against her calf has Regan glancing sidelong at the overly large wolf. An almost fond smile stretching across her lips. Almost. The gesture is lost somewhere on its journey but it vanishes, as if it were never there at all. Regan shakes her head, long brunette locks falling in tendrils as they cascade over her scarred flesh. Her hands clench into fists at her sides and her eyes close tightly. The urge to run pressing harder and harder against her mind. It was too much. All of it, simply too much -- to a girl who had gone the last three years without a stitch of human interaction. The press of Raven's mind against her own...the intense gaze of Tetradore...it was all catching up to her.
Regan shifts her weight again, bouncing on the balls of her feet to try and release some of the growing tension. The armored shadows concealing what might have been a little too much of a display. She tried so hard not to let the discomfort she was feeling fester. Hell, she would have sold her soul to the devil not to let it show. Especially not in front of him. Not when he so clearly saw her in a way no one else had. His next words sealed it and she smiles brilliantly at him. The Ark? Her violet eyes flicker open to cast her gaze over the large cargo ship with obvious interest. She sees past its veneer to the possibilities lingering within its depths. A fighting arena? Now they were getting somewhere. Her fingers stretched from their earlier balled up, fisted position to splay out in front of her eyes. She casts a critical glance at their scarred expanse and nods slightly. That would interest her greatly. The more she learned about this man and his 'home' the more she found herself wanting to know. What a foreign concept.
Regan takes a few steps forward and lifting a hand she presses it against the solid expanse of Tetradore's chest. The warmth of his skin burning against her slightly chilly palm. "You have given me much to think of. You have shown me a kindness I will not soon forget. I will return, to this, your Ark, with my answer soon. Farewell Tetradore." Her hand drops and she steps away from him. Turning she glides back over to the wolf and slips her fingers into the thick ruff of Raven's neck. "Farewell Raven. Thank you for giving me a voice for the first time in years." Then she is stepping away from her as well. A moment passes and the air around Regan begins to shimmer. It is followed by the cracking of bones, the snapping of sinew. Her body transforms before their very eyes and quite quickly for such a large shift, Regan is a tiger once more. Her violet eyes take them in one by one and then she is running, running until the inkiness of her flesh melts into the shadows.
"Thinks like this"