New Scarborough was once a small fishing village on an island about one mile off the coast of Maine. After it was connected to the mainland via a bridge in the 1950s, the population exploded and it grew into a sprawling metropolitan city.
- Olde Town Scarborough: In a crescent around the Port, the original village still has a few of the quaint houses and shacks that have either been renovated to be turned into cafes, shops, bed-and-breakfasts, and a fishing museum, or are still lived in by fishermen that have lived in those houses for generations. Fae, elves, angels, and other more ‘benevolent’-appearing supes populate this area with relative peace towards the mundie locals. Superstitious fishermen, of course, are still a source of some unrest.
- Suburbia: The city is surrounded on all sides (save the entry from the mainland, exit to the national park, and major port) by suburbs. The more affluent areas are filled primarily with mundies, vampires, and more sophisticated demons. Other denizens believe the supes of that area have only risen in the ranks through ill-gotten gains and dirty dealings.
- The Inner-City is where much of the population clusters in sky-scrapers where bankers, businessmen, hospitals, hotels, the police department, and apartments are.
Wright Towers is one of the larger sky-scrapers, housing a few unconnected businesses, including a law firm, a call center, a tech agency, and more. Lupinaries & Cervos, the law firm, claims the pent-house at the top.
Harriet Hotel: the largest hotel by far on the island, most tourists prefer to stay here for its relatively affordable accommodations. It features a heated swimming pool and jacuzzi in the basement.
The Apartment Complexes that dot the inner-city are varied - from the upper-crust, to the white-collar, to the blue-collar workers. However, poorer, more run-down apartments and seedy motels are found in the slums near Salty’s Scrapyard (described below).
New Scarborough Police Department: Chief Donaghan Whitehart arrived from a separate universe where the city he lived in, San Angeles, was destroyed by a volcano. He was well equipped to deal with the tensions between supes and mundies, and quickly rose through the ranks. The government, however, keeps tabs on him and his ‘Boys and Gals in Blue.’
- Captain Alfsson Memorial Park: A pocket of tranquil shrubbery, pines and cedar trees dot the square pocket of greenery surrounded by a knee-high wrought-iron fence. Mulch-lined paths form a plus-sign, with benches on each side. At the center of it, there is a bronze statue of a sea captain raising his sextant in the air and gazing into it. Supes say the surname “Alfsson” clearly designates the lost sailor as having elven heritage, but no such features on the statue or the plaque beneath it say such things. Instead, it reads “Captain Alfsson bravely lead his crew through a storm to rescue ship-wrecked villagers on his ship, the Stargazer. Though he succeeded, his ship was damaged. He made certain the villagers and crew were safe before sinking beneath the waves with his beloved vessel. R.I.P. 1790 - 1837. May your soul sail the sea of stars in eternal peace.”
- Saint Anthony Hospital: Named after a patron saint of the sea, and all that dwelt in it, SA Hospital has an out-patient clinic for both government-associated physicians for performing supernatural check-ins, and regular doctors for every-day purposes. It also features an emergency room, surgical center, psychiatric ward, and pediatric ward.
- University of New Scarborough:, where young academics seeking four-year degrees, and older and/or poorer folks seeking two-year vocational degrees rub shoulders. Unrest and protests are commonplace here. The UNS football team does not do well but people root for it anyway.
- White Pine Tree Forest National Park: To the east of the main island is an islet where the White Pine Tree Forest National Park (called ‘PT Forest’ by locals) is located. Originally a wildlife refuge, it is now home to the various clans, packs, herds, and tribes of therianthropes and skinwalkers. Some protest that the government does not enforce laws in the PT Forest as strictly as on the main island and mainland, thus reducing the woodlands to the ‘survival of the fittest’ or the ‘laws of the old west.’ On the other hand, some protest that there is too much government overreach via registration and forced check-ins on the main island. The latter believe they should govern themselves as sovereign citizens.
- The Port is the largest, and original, port that boats both recreational and economical come to and go from. It’s rumored that aquatic humanoids dwell underneath the docks and nearby the rocky, pebble-beached shoals.
- Salty’s Scrap Yard and the slums are where former fishing vessels and other unsalvageable things are dumped. Lesser-demons (i.e. imps and such), undead, and other generally ‘unwashed sentient filth’ (as the mundies call them) call the slums home. It lies to the east of the Port on the very outskirts of the island, with a small port of its own to haul the soon-to-be scrapped boats.
- The Shoals is the unofficial name for the pebble-covered beaches that are the edges of the island, and the small 2-lane road that connects to the PT Forest.
