Nightshade City

Nightshade City

In this modern, slightly neo-modern, world, supernatural creatures are
acknowledged as real but they are far from accepted. The inner slums of
Nightshade City, however mean the streets may be, it seems the only
place that welcomes supernatural. There's an unspoken peace, even if it
is a little tense.

The intersecting streets of Division and Unity are usually the most alive,
day and night. The pawn shop is owned by a family of ex-Polish Mafia
who have settled into their own little witness protection program. To their
right is where the Kings of Krab park their food truck. The displaced New
Orleans natives bring their drawl, Voodoo, and seafood to anyone and
everyone. They also have the best gossip in town. Across the street is a
small French bakery where the homeless huddle around a trash can eagerly
await the bread and pastry unload twice a day. And finally, on the busiest
corner is Bar None, a little dive-ish bar with a small dance floor, a great bar
and pool table. It is sort of the centerpiece of the block, where anyone and
everyone goes to wind down. The neighborhood MC loiters in front. A sagely,
old Japanese man serves the best Ramen in the city out of a push cart.  

The intermingling of species happens here more often than not, though heavily
under the radar. There is a air of acceptance akin to neutral ground in a gang-
land, but creatures are comfortable enough to not hide their natural features.
So let your tail swing, your horns hang, or your claws clink. As long as you play
nice so will everyone else but if you don't, no one can guarantee your safety.