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
Don't fret precious, I'm here
Posted on June 05, 2015 by Davante Dorian
The devil has my ear today.
I have very little patience for laziness, unless it is my own laziness and then I encourage such sloth whole heartedly. New to me was this propensity for the indulgence in my personal vices, that is, until I began to realize that they too were under my control and my umbrella of manipulation. In merely thinking about the sin did it materialize as if a puppet of my thoughts, dancing with invisible strings to it's puppeteer â€" my Shadow. The Shadow had begun to morph into these sins, allowing them to be visible to me and other supernatural creatures as if they were beings themselves when they were merely the embodiment of the particular sin or vice I was preparing to manipulate. I had yet to learn the specifics and details of this new ... affinity, but new or not, unbidden or controlled, you have to admit... It's pretty cool.
As Minn struggled to hide what was obvious distaste, Sloth was allowed to linger. Sloth seemed to drip in it's existence, it's limbs seemingly oozing with whatever substance it was that covered it's inner support. Sloth all but sleazed up to her, leaning lazily against her legs as it seemed to encourage this laziness, until I shook my head minutely and it disappeared. Good. At least the fuckers listen. Her expression did not change from a doubtful grimace to anything even moderately appreciative as she listened to my employment proposal, apprehension building in her features as she attempted to hear me out without cutting me off to exclaim her obvious dislike for anything ... other than eating objects that didn't belong to her. Fantastic. Suddenly, though, the young woman surprised me with becoming seemingly inclined to accept my offer.
"Do you really think there is any running inclined in being a storage unit? You don't see the storage unit locations with mobile units speeding around, do you?" I asked, my eyebrows rising in an amused way. Knitting together did they express my humor, my lips twisting into a bit of a grin. "Besides, if you're getting chased... You're a fucking bear. Just eat the person chasing you. Violence is generally the answer, and I do like a good blood bath."
With a shrug, I accented this declaration to show her that I was incredibly lenient on what she might like to do with perpetrators. Any kind of thief was fair game in my opinion, and I was going to be happy to give her the freedom to deal with them in a liberal fashion.
"Good. And yeah," I started to say, acknowledging her excitement for the impending pizza, because honestly? Let's face it. Pizza is a pretty stupendous event. " Just mind the leopard when he shows up. Tobias is more or less the self-nominated King of the shop and he happens to bring in a good deal of revenue. Plus I just like playing fetch with him and sharp objects."
I'm here.