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

Edge of the Circle

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

Lost in skies of powdered gold


Posted on August 23, 2015 by Amelia Washington
West
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Amelia Gale Washington
The words weigh heavy on the heart

It's been less than a week. Only a few days ago, Amelia would wake up to familiarity. Her small, twin-sized bed, her bright window, her entire bedroom, her uncle's farmhouse. It's all so far now. Yet, it's for the best. No matter how much Amelia coveted the small town with it's everyone-knows-everyone aura, it's nothing more than a death trap when it comes to modernization, innovation, and knowledge. It is a place trapped in time forever.
But here, in this diverse city, innovation and modernization is inevitable. Here, Amelia might finally find her place, as no matter how hard she tried, the farmhouse just wasn't going to work.

Her stomach growls, dragging Amelia's head back down from the clouds. Just like that, she realizes she hasn't eaten for quite while. The girl stops and checks her brown messenger bag, only to find any morsel of food that was in there before had been replaced with a couple of hardback books from the library. However, she does have a smidgen of cash, perhaps there is a restaurant or diner nearby. Sighing and closing the flap of her bag, Amelia starts walking once more on the uneven sidewalk, her long brown hair whipping every which direction in the warm wind.

The sun is just beginning to set, casting hues tinted with orange and pink on the wispy clouds. The colors against the buildings' windows is a rather pretty sight and it catches Amelia's attention every once and a while as she walks by rather briskly. The strangers around her are different from the ones back at home. She knows this far away from where she is staying is not necessarily a good thing in this part of town, but back at home she never had a problem walking outside in the dark. Can the city really be that different?

Certainly, the oblivious Amelia has seen evil before. After being left without parents on that dreadful day thirteen years ago, her heart has been touched with the tendrils of darkness, but only lightly. She has successfully built a brick wall around those memories and the years have healed her bit by bit. If only she knew how fragile the bricks really are.

I am lost, led only by the stars

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