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 November 12, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
That's what friends were for, right? To support one another in whatever task they wanted to accomplish. There were a few times when Raven overheard the witch having a self-doubted conversation to herself, or perhaps with one of those specters that liked to follow her around. Behind that hard and stern exterior there was a little girl that still held insecurity within herself. No one else could see it or even took the time to, but Raven could. It wasn't that hard, because she knew the little signs that gave it away. Potions was something the woman excelled at more so than any other witchy thing. There were many times when she found the woman having a wide grin as she was deep in concentration with her concoctions. It was obvious that the woman had gone through many trial runs with the current mixture she was working on. All those shattered glass littered everywhere against that one wall in her basement. Raven had no doubt that this time Serafina would be successful. However, if her fingers needed to be crossed to assure this time she would be triumphant then she would do it. As soon as the woman threw the bottle she waited with quivering anticipation to see if this would work out. As soon as she saw one pink butterfly appear from the glittering smoke she couldn't help, but give the woman a warm grin. As the sparkling pink butterflies flew around them she voiced out her proposition of using them for profit. With a shrug she explained further the very idea that this could actually be quite beneficial for the woman's pocket.
Without much thought she happily distributed the contents of their lunch. While Serafina was busy working on her potions to get them correct she was doing the same thing, only her final product was food. It was just the two of them so it was difficult to hear the girl that muttered under her breath the possible ideas of doing things other than butterflies. Her ideas seemed positive and used for good. It was a shame, but Raven's thoughts to this potion was a bit more nefarious. Uncertain if Serafina would agree to the possible ideas that danced in her head she spoke up a bit louder, planting the potential seed of more avenues of profits. After working in the Ark and helping her Alpha with his own little empire in the West, Raven had quite the entrepreneur spirit.
With all the food she had prepared laid out before them she was quite eager to see if her hard work would pay off. Not to mention just how in the world she was going to surprise the woman with her own good news. This was probably something she should have put more thought into rather than the food. The one thing she knew she had to do was make sure she wasn't acting weird or strange. That should be a bit easy, right? Maybe. The mention of a potion being able to remove an ink to do a temporary tattoo was met with a dissatisfied shake of her head. There were two ways to have a temporary tattoo and they didn't involve magic at all. Surely there were better potions that Serafina could do. It was rare to hear the woman say any praise without some sort of sarcastic response to follow right after. Cheerfully she accepted the compliment not wanting to punch a gift horse in the mouth.
Picking up her own fish she happily chewed on it finding raw fish still sort of weird. Cooked fish was better. Even if her primal side begged to differ. It was that innocent question of why she was in a good mood today that caught her completely off guard, so much so that she coughed as she swallowed her food. Catching her breath and giving the witch a shy smile she explained herself quite naturally.
There none of that seemed odd or out of place right?