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
Don't fret precious, i'm here
Posted on March 02, 2016 by Davante Dorian
The devil has my ear today.
Do you ever find yourself stuck on repeat? Do you ever find the same song getting stuck in your head, over and over again? Well, if you don't, then you're a liar. We all sink into ruts where our wheels churn the dirt deeper, leaving bigger and more intrusive lines in the earth. No, I'm not merely quoting something about wagons headed west, but you get the idea. We get stuck on repeat, or we find ourselves in the familiar more oft than not. Now, I've never been one to live day in and day out the same way but lately the tendrils of monotony have been trying to feather my skin and I guess I've let them. Workplace illegal activity aside, I have been relatively judicial and attentive to law. I know, it confounds me too, but after the witch hunt and the fiasco that rendered me racist against vampires I guess it was more than high time to lay low. And by lay low, I mean I have recently stayed away from committing felonies and corrupting society.
At least, when I did those things, no one else knew about them. Can't be too generous with my kindness or docility.
Arsenaal had become my monotony. With other employees, I had to watch over them a good bit of time! Who knew having employees would be like having children? Do this, clean this, don't put that in your mouth... the works. Askaree and Spencer were relatively harmless for the most part. It was Minn I worried about considering the Bear-lady would often eat things that weren't really what you'd call appetizing or even nutritional. But hey, what do I know. I don't regularly go about eating metal safes, so I guess I'm not the expert on this novel practice. Instead, I spent more time writing lists for the horde of mongrols that worked with me, implicitly hoping they knew how to do jobs I didn't even know how to manage. Not that I wanted to manage them, anyway. But, the moral of the story is that I had hoped their presence would mean I wouldn't need to be as much. So far? Not so good. Future prognosis? Getting better...
The store was quiet, as I like it best. Music emanated in a haunting fashion out of the backroom, finding my ears and feeding me placid strength. The amulet I had been given to work on glowed happily between my fingers, as if readily waiting to do my bidding. I didn't know exactly what I was going to put in it just yet, but with the mischievous flit of my shadow on the wall, I knew distraction was coming and I put the amulet down before the customer could enter the shop. I didn't bother to leave the confines of the backroom; customers were self absorbed and narcissistic enough to talk loudly when they needed attention.
I'm here.
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