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
damon marcello
I can see her gaze sweeping over my flawless form and I only offer a lazy smirk in reply, giving her a knowing look with my own steel gray eyes. I finally give her a teasing wink. "I don't mind if you want to take a picture as a souvenir." For a moment before she looks away, I swear she almost looks angry but I don't see why. I like a girl that can take care of herself and I'd say she handles herself rather well. She seems relieved that I don't know the man she's referring to but now I have his name in my database and it won't take me long to find out who he is and what he does for a living. I have connections all over the underworld around Sacrosanct. Part of creating a business and a coven and just being the busy body that I am. I make a habit of knowing everything about everyone when I move into a town.
At her question, I shrug lightly. "I don't know. Bored, I guess." I raise a brow as she blows on her hands. "Guess you didn't think to bring gloves? I thought all assassins were like boy scouts but with guns and knives." I offer a teasing smirk before turning my attention to the alley beneath us. The smell of fresh blood makes my adrenaline kick up a notch but I am well disciplined enough not to lose control. Besides, I drank well enough last night so it's not like I'm starving. As she moves toward the ladder, she looks back at me, her voice suddenly impatient. I chuckle and throw up my hands. "And I'm not here to feed. I was just in the neighborhood and curious. I've never actually seen an assassin at work so I thought I'd make this an educational moment. Indulge me?" I try my best pouty expression as she moves to the ladder, letting her get halfway down before I chuckle and walk right off the edge of the roof, landing neatly on my feet by the base of the ladder, even holding out my hand to help her off.
Only then do I turn my attention to the bodies. "So what are you looking for? It won't be long before someone shows up. They're bound to hear those gunshots." I walk over to the nearest body and kick his shoulder lightly with my shoe. "Their bodies are already starting to get stiff, hm." My nose wrinkles up. I've never liked to being close to a bleeding dead body. There's just something about blood of the dead that smells like rot and decay. It's enough to make a vampire's skin shiver, and that's saying something. But as she steps closer to the other body, I hold up my hand. "Wait, that one's not entirely human...also not entirely dead." Even as I say it, a hand reaches up to grab her ankle.