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
the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
Posted on February 17, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
He led the blond woman towards the bar with relative ease, entirely comfortable within his own realm. His presence alone was all that was required to cause two of the bar maids to rush towards where he stood, waiting for whatever he desired to leave his lips. "A whiskey." He spoke towards them, the weight of his entrancing gaze following one of the girls as she made her way towards the bottles kept under the bar and out of the sight of most of the patrons. The good stuff was usually stashed away, bought only by the few that knew it existed. If he was completely honest, his business hardly brought in the most upstanding citizens - not that it bothered him terribly much. The entirety of his adolescence life was spent around people just like these. A small gesture of his hand was all that was given to the serpentine woman at his side, as if to suggest that she too should voice her poison of choice. It was a benefit to being the woman at his side - the way his staff would wait upon her for the evening.
It was only with beverage in hand that Tetradore was willing to let the conversation continue, easily catching onto the woman's desire for what his ring possibly had to offer her. There was a mischievous look upon his features at her teasing words and slowly the man leaned into her, his baritone voice soft despite all the chaos that surrounded him, "Sweet heart, felines have all the fun." He was entirely capable of being enigmatic and flirtatious when it suited him, just as he was entirely capable of letting her tantalizing words roll off his shoulders. It was all word play, nothing more, nothing less - that is, until she subtly brought up the topic of the pair of them within the arena. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the suggestion. His head shaking ever so slightly at the thought. "I don't think you've had enough to drink to think you can best me in there." He commented, his head nodding towards the roped off section. "Still - if it is a show you want, I suppose a good host never says no." He was entirely certain of his capabilities to kill her kind. After all, that was what his species did, but playing with them in the fashion that the ring prompted? That would require the abilities that he often wielded with the same kind of finesse. Game on, little snakey.