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 29, 2019 by Raven Cain
A small frown appeared as Alexis stated that she would be a small chapter in the Dark Hunter's life. A relationship like Alexis and Alexander wasn't a common thing to see. Supernatural creatures didn't really try to stay in the presence of a Dark Hunter for long. Why stick around with a species that's whole existence was to hunt you down and end your life? The only other relationship similar to Alexis and Alexander was Azrael and her with, Serafina. Her witch never spoke about her relationship with the quick to anger Dark Hunter. It wasn't like the two of them discussed such things. Although she did wonder if Serafina ever pondered on whether or not Azrael would leave her or stay with her until she was dead. The witch never seemed worried about how long their relationship would last or not. It really wasn't her place to ask either. It was disappointing though to hear Alexis speak ill about her current relationship. The Were-Fox shouldn't be full of doubt about their relationship. Shaking her head she spoke kindly to her friend, but firmly.
It wasn't fair to either of them that they were taught at a very young age that they held little to no value. It was a very hard thing to get over. It was still an issue for herself as well. Alexis' needed to hear it though, that her relationship with Alexander mattered...whether or not it would last for long. Leaning into her leather chair, she closed her eyes and yawned feeling quite tired. The makeshift little library was quite warm thanks to the sunlight coming from the window. She would be up later tonight on rounds and it would be wise for the two of them to try and take a nap. Setting her book on the table she nodded quietly as Alexis' spoke up about the day of her meeting Alexander.
Giving her a small smile she leaned her head into the back of the chair, bringing her legs up closer to her body. Tugging on the blanket at the back of the leather chair she wrapped the blanket around herself. With another yawn she closed her eyes murmuring quite softly.