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

rich kid asshole, paint me as the villain


Posted on February 16, 2019 by Marcelo Rumeir
West




The boy with brandished gold locks finds himself grinning as the two pack members join him. But even then, he wonders how comfortable these two were with each other as Marcelo causally glances between the two. The predator within him, the predator, scavenger, whatever you want to call it, that had been with Marcelo for centuries, can almost feel the uncertainly within Henry, the cautiousness. It was the same feeling the brandished golden haired boy felt when he would corner his prey and instead of just accepting their fate that would end on the other end of his ivory teeth, they decided to get defensive, and Marcelo would see a possible scuffle in his near future. But, this boy is not prey, the jackal with hair like brandished gold knows this as he looks to the man with dark mocha eyes.

He runs a hand through brandished gold hair looking at the pair with those dark eyes. "I just came to check out the pack, the Nightshade pack is a hot topic amongst the were community," he says, those dark eyes flickering between the pair. "Is that enough clearance for me to be allowed to talk to you two?" He jests. Marcelo was anything but serious, everything always seemed to be a game to the jackal. I guess when you are going to live forever, you really that you cannot take life to seriously, after all, Marcelo had eternity and even then he wasn't going to waste any of it. "Nice to meet you henry," the boy with brandished gold locks says. "I am Marcelo," he says with a wicked grin, despite having no ill intentions at the current moment, Marcelo still had this strange edge to him, maybe it came with the territory of being a were jackal.

He certainly cannot help the grin that hits his face with Alexis's laugh. Girls laughing at his jokes really never got tiring, that was for certain. "I thought so. I only have my looks going for me, I never finished high school," he says with a laugh. In truth, Marcelo has never even started high school, it didn't exist when he was a child, and in these modern times it sounded like some weird form of torture.

"Then why are you apart of this pack?" The bronze haired Marcelo asks the one named Henry. "Not to be rude or anything, but I thought these fights were like this pack's thing or something," he says eyeing Henry and then turning to look at Alexis. "That would make sense," he says with a shrug to her comment. But Henry gains Marcelo's attention right back. "Bar? Oh hell yeah, sounds good to me," he says in a youthful voice. Sure, physically Marcelo was not at the legal drinking age, but he was older than these two put together and multiplied by 10. "Lead the way," he says, gesturing for either Henry of Alexis to begin walking before he too follows them onto the Ark.
Marcelo Lucas Rumeir
image by Vincent van Zalinge

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