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
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Posted on December 22, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
Thankfully, perhaps, before she had the chance to educate him on the moniker he would now be stuck with, her chosen tavern crept into view. She nodded her head towards and man hardly hesitated to follow her inside, allowing her to go in first as courtesy so dictated it of him. Upon first entering, rather than concerning himself with the waitress or making arrangements for their own meal, Tetradore found his brought emerald gaze creeping around the content's of the building, taking in the exterior and the individuals that presently inhabited it. It wasn't until he could feel the weight of the two women's gaze that his own eyes refocused upon the pair in front of him. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly, his masculine features momentarily darkening as the man wordlessly returned the hostess' stare with a glower of his own. Social cues when it came to the awe like stares of women seemed to hardly be the man's specialty. Quite on the contrary he had read the young hostess' look as judgemental rather than lustful desire.
His gaze alone seemed to be enough to cause the woman to move, her menu's collected as she led them towards the table. He trailed after the pair as the hostess weaved her way around the labyrinth of tables. A mall nod was all that was given to the hostess at the mention of their waitress. Instead, his attention turned towards Elenore. "I suppose." He commented nonchalantly, not entirely realizing what effect it was that she was so referring to. Briefly his gaze crossed over the menu, his features frowning ever so slightly in indecision. His gaze only briefly glanced up at their waitress' arrival, his eyebrows raising as the girl wasted no time in ordering for them both. It seemed she too was perhaps aware of the shift in his facial features, the girl quickly reassuring him that the beverages would be well liked. Her next inquiry brought little more than a chuckle of disbelief to his lips. "Yeah, that's exactly what I do." He muttered in a sardonic fashion. "I don't know what you're talking about." He continued a moment later, far more serious then he was previously.