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
living like we're renegades
Posted on September 10, 2018 by Carolina Grace Bedford
She had forgotten what a bear the community could be, it appeared vanishing for nigh two years had done little to obscure the one-time meeting she had with the residents of this place. She managed to maintain a mask that veiled her surprise at Raven's knowledge of her, realizing that while perhaps not the easiest course her only choice now was to steer into the storm. Denying it would do her no good. It was obvious the girl Raven and the man who hovered in the shadows above were close on whatever level, his silence as Raven listed her transgressions meaning either she was his superior or he trusted her judgement. Either way she suspected Raven was the one she had to win over for now, and while she could still feel the burning emerald gaze of the man upstairs she ignored him. She sighed, running a hand through her hair habitually as she gathered what she hoped was the best course of action; she had to eat after all.
Finally, she sighed meeting Raven's eyes squarely with nothing to hide. It was a calculated risk to be so transparent, but she had a feeling that a lie would quickly be sniffed out in a place where lies were often so common. Rolling her shoulders she forced herself to relax, reclining to a more comfortable position on the bar stool as she laid her hands on the counter. If not it was going to be meager living for quite some time.
