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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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

I haven't ever really found a place that I call home


Posted on October 20, 2020 by emerance
West


The jade hue of her gaze swept over the laminated menu resting against the dull grey tabletop in front of her. Her fingernail lightly brushed over the breakfast section in silent contemplation. Omelets, while delicious, could so easily be overcooked. The cooks, God bless their souls, seemed nice enough but...Emerance doubted the astuteness they would put towards the amount of heat required to produce the best fluffiest folded egg creation. A soft sigh left the young woman's lips as she leaned her chin against the palm of her hand, her gaze momentarily shifting just as the bell attached to the door rang to announce the presence of a new customer. It was him that garnered all of Emerance's attention - or rather, the very reaction the cafe seemed to have upon him. Her head tilted near inquisitively to the side as the young woman studied him with ever-increasing intrigue, watching the way he seemed to stare transfixed at the coffee that he was poured while also too seeming to shy away from the very mug entirely. How...curious. The vibrancy of her eyes fluttered back down towards the menu on the table. There was nothing here her brother might enjoy and so, there was hardly any point to wasting her time with food. Or at least, that was the justification Emerance told herself as she stood up, her fingers lightly running down the front of her sweater dress as if smoothening it out before she made an equally as hasty decision to approach the wayward stranger in the diner.

Emerance was nothing if not the epitome of polite as she interrupted the man's moment with his cup of coffee. Up close, those dark circles under his bright eyes seemed all the more apparent, accompanied with an equally as...unpleasant scent that was such a stark contrast to Emerance herself. It hardly dissuaded her, however. The sound of her voice caused his head to turn abruptly towards her, the young woman entirely aware of the studious gaze she had earned as a result of her intrusion. It was, however, far less...judgemental than Emerance was used to and more...wide-eyed surprise. She was entirely caught off guard by his query on whether or not she'd said those words outloud. The question alone caused her head to tilt ever just so as she blinked at him for a moment. "Does it matter?" Emerance inquired in response before the girl moved to slide into the seat across from him. After all, he hadn't made an effort yet to chase her away, surely that was an invitation to stay, wasn't it? And if he thought her a byproduct of some hallucination, well, that might be fun, even if she was rather certain she wasn't supposed to prey upon the mentally ill...or purposefuly drugged? Regardless, Emerance took her newfound role of an imaginary friend with exceptional solemnity.

Carefully, Emerance placed her elbows on the table (ignoring all of those ingrained memories of how elbows do not belong on tables), her fingers intertwining to create a neat little resting place for her chin as she offered him an equally as warm smile in return. Emerance watched as he dug his hand into his pocket, only to toss a crumpled plane ticket and a well-folded pamphlet onto the front of the table between them. There was a certain cheeriness to his voice that hardly matched his appearance as if he was trying on her behalf. His accent seemed particularly...distinct, now that he said more than a few words, and yet even Emerance was not immune to the allure of that posh foreign tone. The smile on her features brightened as she lifted her head off her makeshift pillow, instead, reaching for the pamphlet in front of her. "I've only lived here for a bit myself but...I think we can certainly find this." She commented, smoothening out the page. "That is assuming you don't mind my help...do you?" Emerance inquired, glancing back up at him. After all, what a better way to start her morning then with a little bit of an adventure? She had wanted to get acclimated with the new part of town she found herself in, surely finding an address not on her brother's block was a perfect way to do that.