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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on March 26, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Typically the West District was safe, free from Dark Hunters, but lately a few of them have been popping up more than usual. This area was full of humans that had dark intentions. This was a trade area, a place where ships came and went, where people are on the constant move. Every now and then a person was mugged, a woman was raped, a business experienced a theft problem, or was destroyed, a place where a person could go easily missing and no one would care or even notice. It wasn't the most friendlies of places. Yet most of the crimes occurred underground, the black market thrived here, but during the day the place did have its charm. There were parts of the West side where it had its quaint and cheerful charm, but underneath all that seedy things were going on. Raven knew all of this, because it was her home and she knew it so very well. It was why she offered her assistance to the raven-haired witch she was attached to. The last thing she wanted was for Serafina to be harmed. Yet at this moment Raven was not at the witch's new business establishment, she was not protecting her, rather she was spending her time in the streets helping a complete stranger. In Raven's mind it was better to help a fellow supernatural creature than leave them at the hands of Dark Hunters.
With the Dark Hunters unconscious, a moment that wouldn't last for such a long time, the oddly colored werewolf turned around to look up at the fae, allowing her concerned voice to slip into her head, using her telepathy to communicate with the individual. The shadows that swirled around Ivy would begin to disappear as the canine took a tentative step forward. Blue-grey eyes scanned the girl carefully just in case she was hit and her body was in too much shock to realize. It is the genuine grin from the fae that causes her ebony and grey banner to sway side to side for faintly. That she would even bother to ask if everything that occurred truly happened to in front of her was a bit amusing. Of course it was all her.
She was one of the few supernatural creatures that had more powers than others, it was a strength she wanted to keep secret, the last thing she needed was anyone to know everything about her. Though she hardly considered Ivy a threat, just another super natural creature that shouldn't die at the hands of two novice Dark Hunters. With a shake of her head she gestured an affirmation to her inquiry. Softly she began to smell the creature, catching the familiar and yet peculiar scent. She had only caught something similar once and that belonged to the girl that had come to the Ark after she was attacked by vampires. Curious her soft voice gently slipping into the fairy's mind once more as the canine sat herself down on the pavement, hardly concerned with the passed out Dark Hunters.