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
Pack up your troubles
Posted on September 30, 2015 by Oleander Tremayne
The night had ended. As all good things do. I wanted to fly away through the city and forget reality, but sadly that wasn't an option. I sat in the back of the taxi humming to myself, still adorned in blue fairy wings and bright pink wig. I could still feel her hand in mine, the pulse of magic connecting between us. It caused me to smile without really realizing it. I just drifted away and before I knew it the cab was slowing to a stop outside the hotel. I sighed and paid him, stepping out I was completely over taken by the sound of a man laughing like a maniac. "Thanks..." I mumble to the driver as I close the door.
Why was I even surprised. Standing outside my...our....hotel room, was Nick in his usual choice attire, looking like something in a grade B horror movie. Oh, and I'm not even talking main character, I'm talking the shit head comic relief that everyone secretly wants to die. Inhaling angrily, I stomp forward from behind him and stare at the elderly man. "I'm sorry, he's OBVIOUSLY off his meds, I'll just get him inside...and probably flush his ipod down the crapper. I'm really really sorry about this." I was now standing in front of Nick, my blue eyes full of anger, my bright pink wig slightly askew. It was then I noticed he was wearing my hat and glasses. Which I was use to, but I reached up and ripped the hat off his head anyway (which I must add took some effort given he was basically the jolly green giant compared to me), with the same hand I held the hat in, I pointed at the hotel room. "We'll talk inside...and WHAT THE HELL that's my tea!" I was regretting coming back more and more.
