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

Edge of the Circle

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 go inside; that's where my demons hide; spencer


Posted on July 13, 2016 by vhalla
West Reopen Thread



It wasn't a seductive saunter or a sway of the hips or a simple stroll that carried the assassin down the warehouse district, it was an arrogant swagger that had humans and supernaturals alike turning in the other direction to get away from her. It was a cloaked face and a smugness about her that caused people to take one look and turn tail and run. Of course, the witch was always a little smug to get the reaction that she did and she was armed to the teeth, but no one needed to know that little tidbit. Turning her icy gaze towards the shops that lined the distract, she searched for a specific one, the one that had brought her out today.

Vhalla had cursed up a storm a sailor would have been proud of when she found out her go-to guy had up and fled the city because he was too frightened to deal with the creatures that ran this town, I suppose that's what you get when you're a human attempting to infiltrate a supernatural world. Clenching her jaw at the memory, she shakes it away quickly so as to not put a hole in a nearby wall. She did manage to find a small tip about another seller here in the west, which had brought her here today.

Arsenal. The name of the blasted store she had to track down. She had heard that it mainly sold firearms, something she was not interested in, but they discreetly sold poisons as well. Something she was running very low on and did not have the ingredients to make her own at the moment. Letting her eyes scan the street once more she finally finds what she's looking for and moves with a purpose towards the door. Throwing the door open with a little more force than necessary she swaggers in her eyes falling on all sorts of guns lining the store.

Though they weren't her weapon of choice, Vhalla couldn't help but admire what she saw so instead of wandering up to the man behind the counter right away, she searches through the guns with hands behind her back. When she finishes she searches out the man again, removing her hood and revealing her stark white hair, in its usual braid, falling past her waist. Vhal's lips stretch into a predatory grin as she approaches the counter and leans on it heavily, resting her chin on both hands as if she were some love stricken fool. Yet, the assassin was anything but that. Gazing through hooded eyes up at the man, she's certain he's supernatural but isn't sure what he is.

"I hear you deal in poisons," she drawls out, flashing him a lazy grin. Straight to the point, Vhalla was not one to beat around the bush.

Vhalla Solarn

don't go inside; that's where my demons hide


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