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    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge 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, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
    1 employees

    Noah's Ark

    Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

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    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

something wicked this way comes50.125.73.209Posted On March 02, 2018 at 12:36 AM by serafina dubois


Serafina was altogether certain that she had just walked into a situation she most definitely should not be involved in. She could hardly help that shudder upon her flesh as that ghost so quickly closed the distance between herself and that bloody corpse in the middle of that dark warehouse. “Do you see what he did! Look!” That spector shouted at her and yet, Serafina merely shook her head ever so slightly, taking several steps back into the brightness of the midday sunshine. It was distinctly childish, she knew, and yet, being outside somehow made the woman feel safer than in there. Her gaze deviated from that approaching ghost only by a soft sound of footsteps as a man suddenly stepped from the shadows not far from her. For a brief moment, she froze, those stormy colored eyes simply stared at him in an almost blatantly judgmental fashion. “That’s him…the Kingslayer.”. Those words were whispered in her ear, prompting those sweetheart lips to contort into a small frown. That bright simper upon his roguishly handsome features only further prompted that suspicion within her. “Like you didn’t rob him or anything?” She inquired, gesturing further into the darkness with a clear indication that she knew well of the crimes he’d committed, or, at least this one.

Her blue-grey eyes shifted towards the ghost beside her, the girl unable to help that slow twist of her lips into an entirely bemused sort of simper. The near colorful language that poltergeist displayed as it so approached the fellow was…amusing, to say the very least. Coupled with the ghost’s clear efforts to so strangle the fellow, only prompted a soft, musical laughter on her lips as the man’s intangible hands near went right through his murderer. Well, she supposed she was willing to give the poor newly dead points for trying, even if she doubted the assassin had even the slightest notion of that specter’s presence. He might, it was possible. Occasionally she met those attuned to the ‘other side’ as she was, those who felt uncomfortable or queasy in the presence of ghosts. Her hand settled on her hip as the girl’s weight shifted, her position far more…sassy in that moment. Despite her knowledge of exactly the situation, she found herself entirely assured of herself and her abilities…er…well…hopefully. Then again, last time she had been involved in something like this…she had gotten her house ransacked and then had been kidnapped…

The voice of the ghost drew her thoughts back to the present, her gaze shifted from the ghastly figure to the man before her, her eyebrow rose ever so slightly. “Oh….well that’s interesting…” She spoke as her attention refocused upon the fellow in front of her. “See….that dude in there that you killed, he became a ghost…because…you know, people do that when you go murdering them like willy nilly. He’s willing to make a deal with me if I put him back in his body so he can come back to life and have another go at you. What do you have to say to that, hm?” She inquired, altogether aware that she was playing with fire. At the very least, if she pit them against each other, maybe she could escape unnoticed and come back to her storage unit with Azrael in tow. Quite frankly, even that handsome fellow in front of her hardly compared to what she knew her boyfriend was capable of.

serafina dubois




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