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

it must have been cold there in my shadow [OPEN]


Posted on January 08, 2017 by emerson navarro
West


Night fell on the city of Sacrosanct and it was now that Emmy found herself out on the prowl. She knew of the dangers that lurked behind every corner, but she didn't care. There was something about this place that beckoned and called to her, something that made her continue to search for something that she knew nothing of. She was well dressed in jeans and a hoodie, her curly hair held back by an elastic hairband. Draped over her shoulder she carried with her a samurai sword dipped with silver. It was her weapon of choice.

Sneaking into one of the abandoned warehouses, Emmy made herself at home. She wasn't used to squatting, but it would have to do until she could find herself some proper housing arrangements. It really sucked being so fresh off the boat with no friends, no place to call home. She would managed...she always did manage.

Someone had been here recently. There was a cough with a folded blanket on it. She moved towards it and dusted off the sofa before setting down her sword and backpack. Next to the couch was a punching bag. Strange. She shrugged and moved closer to it. It couldn't hurt to let off some of her steam with a little exercise. Bur first, she needed to light a fire. It was freezing in here and the temperature was falling even more. She scavenged the area for some logs and made herself a little fire in an old barrel with some matches she had stashed away in her backpack.

Once the fire was burning, Emmy moved to the punching bag and began to express her frustration with the whole arrangement. The witch had a lot of steam to burn off. It was a nasty set of circumstances that had brought her here. Circumstances that she wasn't about to relive. She would be fine here for a day or two...but then she had to find someplace else to stay. This wasn't exactly up to her standards. She may have been homeless most of her life, but at least she always found clean places to crash.



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