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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on August 14, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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Tetradore had certainly not forgotten his promise to his sibling to make an effort to make her feel as if the Ark was safe for her children, however, the man hadn't quite realized all of what that had entailed prior to seeing the bill on his desk either. His emerald eyes stared at the itemized list of the bill as he dried of his wet hair, the man having just only stepped out of the shower after awaking but an hour or so prior. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and yet he certainly had no intention of complaining to his sibling, even if he hadn't expected just how all out she had intended to go. This was yet another reason why he never intended to have kids. They seemed entirely suicidal at this rate. The man glanced up at the sound of the knock on his door, "Come in." He called, tossing his towel on the back of his chair before moving across the room towards the large chestnut dresser. Tetradore pulled a shirt from the content's of the drawers, pulling it over his form as the familiar sound of those spanish lyrics drew his emerald eyes towards his trusted advisor of sorts. His head bobbed ever so slightly at the mention of his sister and her children, a soft sigh to his voice. "All right, I'll be there in a minute."

It only took him a moment longer to finish getting dressed before Tetradore made his way towards the door, calling out in the hallway, "Tobias, come help me with these plastic thingies." Fitting the plastic prong devices at least seemed like something the deviant father might be capable of doing - lord only knew how many electrical outlets the Ark had. At least it would keep the boy busy whilst Tetradore helped with...well, whatever it is he was being called down for. He paused in front of Tobias' bedroom door, eying the white device upon the door with blatant mistrust. Hell, even he had no idea how to work these child proofing...things. It was more like Nadya was human being proofing the whole Ark. Soon they'd be confined to just one large room when they failed to be able to open anything at all. "Er...can you....get Tobi?" Tetradore inquired to Jackal, fully willing to let the man wrestle with the door knob instead.

Rather, Tetradore made his way down the stairs, cautiously stepping over the first baby gate in the process before making his way towards the strew out pieces at the bottom. "Jesus, Nadya, you're making the place a damn labyrinth." He plucked the instruction pamphlet from her fingertips, easily piecing together exactly why he'd been called. Apparently his prior knowledge of baby games made him an expert in this crafting of them right? Not that Tetradore had ever really put together anything in his entire life. But now seemed a good enough time to attempt. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as his emerald eyes scanned the diagram and the pieces around him before settling on the floor in front of it. He reached towards the closest of the fallen pieces, shifting them around in some order that only made any reasonable sense to him, his gaze shifting back and forth from the diagram to the pieces. "Did you order this from China?" Tetradore muttered softly though at least it seemed to make...some coherent sense to him. That was progress at least.

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