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.
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
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
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
I've been reading books of old the legends and the myths
Piper was starting to believe that the only adventures that she would be going on in the future would be in the pages of the novels that lined the shelves of her store. As it was, Westside Stories was getting off to an incredible start, according to her accountant. The small store was turning a profit after only fourteen months - which was nearly six months ahead of the projected schedule she'd proposed to her father when she'd asked for his assistance in opening the store. She'd had enough of a steady customer base that she'd even hired part time help to operate the store when she was out. The store, at least on paper, was doing incredible and had been the subject of the young woman's bragging when her parents had invited her over for her birthday dinner the previous week. And yet, even though owning this bookstore was everything Piper had ever dreamed of and more, there was something lacking to the young woman.
After all, she lived in one of the most heavily populated supernatural cities in the world, and Piper had a yearning for the kind of adventures that seemed to surround their kind. Often, she would see young women with pointed ears come into the shop, pursuing the science books at the back wall. One of her regular customers was a witch who was buying her out of her botany section nearly as soon as the shipments came in. Another man only came in after sundown and bought her art supplies. She saw the supernatural folk of her city often, and so frequently the young woman yearned to be one of them. To experience that thrill of being a Were. To have abilities. To be anything other than... well, human.
But Piper's destiny seemed to be to remain safely tucked away from the quests and escapades that she yearned for. The sun was just setting along the horizon as Piper walked amongst the shelves, picking up abandoned books that were no longer in the right location. The long windows let in the orange glow of the setting sun, giving the shop a dreamy atmosphere that Piper hoped felt homey. For a Sunday, the shop was relatively slow. It had been a steady stream of customers in the early afternoon, but now the sun was setting and the young woman was alone within the shop. Perhaps she should close early and enjoy the quiet with the new novel she'd set aside for herself? Oh, she could order Indian food... yes, that seemed like the best option for the chilly winter day.
Just as Piper had made the decision to close up early, the bell along the top of the door chimed, bringing her attention upward and onto the pretty blonde girl that stepped over the threshold and into her store. Piper offered the young woman a bright smile - perhaps it wasn't a good idea to close up yet, after all. "First time? Welcome to Westside Stories!" Piper motioned to the shelves of books, as if she was offering up her own home to the newcomer into her store. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable. If you need any recommendations for books I'd be happy to help you." While Piper would have loved to chat with the newcomer in her store - really the only other soul she'd had to interact with in hours - Piper certainly didn't want to come across too strong and scare her away. Piper did her best to look down, pretending to be focused on fixing the cover of a set of used books someone had brought in. While, truthfully, Piper was entirely focused on the young woman who had entered the shop and the wonder of whether or not she was fully human.