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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Vhalla doesn't deem his remark worthy of a comment as he continues to inspect her. Arching her own brow at him in return she lets her eyes roam freely across his form. He was someone she had never seen before in Sacrosanct and she tended to keep tabs on a lot of people, given her job. Shrugging she looks away for a moment after noting the amusement dancing in his eyes, she couldn't help the slight simmer of anger in her blood. Another man thinking she was not capable. Perhaps her blade wouldn't be all the useful against a vampire, yet she wouldn't know. She had never had the pleasure of assassinating one.
Rolling her shoulders, she is relieved when he doesn't acknowledge the name. Cursing herself for being so rash at dropping his name, she reminded herself that Brullo was very good at keeping a low profile, there were a very select few who knew his real name let alone his profession. Taking that into consideration, she breaths through her nose slowly before returning her icy eyes back to the vampire.
"Then, if I might ask, why are you here?" she drawls out in boredom, lifting her fingers to her face to blow on them. Her hands were so cold. Suddenly, the voices rose from the alleyway into shouts. A gun shot then another and one of the men wielding the gun turn and fled down the alleyway and out onto a deserted street. Brows raised, she forgets about the vampire next to her and she inches closer to the edge to peer down at two of the dead men.
She was ordered to observe not to engage but she was curious. Why had they killed the men and left without searching the bodies. Moving to her left towards the ladder she brushes into the man, his skin seemingly cold through her suit. Standing quickly, she takes a step away and eyes him suspiciously. "Alright, vampire, what do you really want? I'm in no mood to be fed off of tonight." She growls at him, eyes narrowing at the supernatural.
Vhalla Solarn
don't go inside; that's where my demons hide