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 July 08, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
She hefted the crate with relative ease, strength a gift of their kind but the multitude of bottles was not light weight as she climbed the stairs carefully. She was glad Raven waited to ask her question until she had ascended the stairs, multitasking wasn't always her best skill and it wouldn't do to go tumbling down the flight of stairs before such a busy night; for that she was sure neither Tetradore nor Raven would ever forgive her. Still she could see the curiosity on the wolf's face at her reply, the girls response only further accentuating her interest at just what had possessed Carolina to return to such a place after what had transpired in the past.
She chewed her lip for a moment as she tried to formulate an answer that might make sense to her companion without perhaps diving into a story best left for later. How to convey the sense of desperation she had felt knowing that if she didn't land a job she would be homless and hungry.
It was probably the best explaination she could offer with the start of the nights festivities looming ever closer there was work to be done. She had kept her nose to the ground these last few months, working hard to show that their faith in her hadn't been misplaced. Even if it was more tenative faith on Tetradore's part. Dumping her case on the counter she watched Raven gently place her own down before she answered Carolina's own curiosity about how she had come to be here. Rather straightfoward apparently, as if living within a giant steel ship was a normal occurance. She leaned gently against the bar top and smiled gently at the wolf.