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
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Posted on March 03, 2016 by DAREIOS
His phone lead him where he intended to go, and silently Dareios thanked the device before swiping it to sleep and returning it to his pocket. When you're as old as he is, it's easy to still be fascinated with the world and all its advances. Never would he have guessed such a thing would exist one hundred years ago. Perhaps if he had known, he would have found a more legitimate way to generate his wealth. The vampire stopped for a minute to assess the storefront. It was quiet, but surprisingly well lit and inviting, given the part of the town it was in. So he strode in with ease, a bell on the door jingled to signal his arrival. Dareios was dressed in a well-fitted dark grey suit and a light blue pinstripe shirt underneath. Though well put together like always, it wasn't his best his best look. The color scheme combined with the unflattering look underneath the store's florescent lights, made him look more undead than usual. He wasn't the type to use makeup to hide his cold and pale skin, like some of the other vampires who ran in Sacrosanct. He was Irish after all, so he blamed it on that when ignorant humans and sometimes supernaturals when they questioned him. He didn't see the need to hide his identity here. Dareios browsed the aisles casually for a few minutes, admiring the store's impressive collection. He made mental note of a few items, some of which he intended to have someone from his staff to return and pick up for him to possibly re-sell. He didn't feel comfortable carrying some of these items home himself on the subway. But the vampire was sure not to be too distracted. It wasn't long before he began to scan the store for some sort of clerk. Seeing none, he made his way toward the counter in the back. He could hear some muffled music coming from the back room. "Hello?" Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |
