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

come on and show your teeth (Nadya)


Posted on June 10, 2014 by Alekai
West
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What was with this cat, seriously?

For the past four days Azrael had been given to watch the slender woman as she lingered upon the street corner, every day she came and every day she seemed content to wait for hours, doing little more then sitting atop the twisted steel that so decorated this side of town- seeming very much as if she was waiting for someone, or something, before finally seeming to give up and wander of again. At first he'd taken her to be some kind of low grade...escort of some sort, his lip curling in disdain at the thought of humans degraded themselves with some unholy creature like that and yet, her clothing hardly ever seemed to entice, her body language remaining guarded if not outright cold whenever any of the male docks workers strode past and as such the tall blonde is left with only the possibility that she is waiting- but for what and why? Whoever it was hadn't come yesterday, or the day before, so why the hell did she seem to think they would come today? It was as much amusing to the man as it was curious, darkly dressed frame lent up against the remnants of a broken window as the gold of his eyes lingered upon her. She was a pretty thing, that much he was willing to concede and pretty things so rarely ever came alone.

The warehouse district, he knew, was under the guardianship of one particular Were, one he had hunted for quite a number of years with little success, the rangy, shaggy haired fellow seeming to have some sort of ability to detect him, to know when he was coming and worse yet- to predict his movements, no matter the speed with which he released them, Tobias something of a white whale in the metaphorical sense and yet the law of the Were do not apply to hunters, or at least, not to this one, the man reclining almost callously against his perch as he continues to eye the girl. If she feared retribution for being in another's territory, she showed no indication of it, simply sat, simply waited and indeed it is upon this day that the black-hooded man decides he might as well find the answers he seeks- plus whatever else he can. The Westside is quite the intriguing place after all and rumours of certain individuals have so recently gained his attention. Maybe the girl can at least assist in that, if not, well, she'd make a nice floor rug even if it would be shame to end something so very lovely.

His boots land silently as he laps from the roof, knees bent as he does to soften the blow, hands tucking inside the pockets of his dark jeans, hood down today, revealing that wealth of white gold hair that matches the amber of his gaze as he wanders forward, coming from her left, his multitude of weapons and leather body armour concealed beneath his sleeveless hoody and jeans. After all, he has to make some effort to blend in now doesn't he? He makes no more to offer any introduction, the woman sure to sense him as readily as he senses her, hands lifting to brush away his tousled hair as he simply stops to the side of her.

"Is there a reason you wait here every day, or are you just turning tricks? Because really honey, you'd be better off in something a little more revealing if your hoping for business."

His lip lifted slightly at the side in a simper of sorts, one that perhaps lacked honest humour, his tone more mocking then the playful tease it almost seemed to be as one foot scuffed in a manner so seemingly innocent at the cracked pavement, eyes watching the woman closely, muscle taut beneath his clothing. Cats are such unpredictable things.

"You wouldn't happen to know any of these would you? I'm overdue for a chat with some of them,"

One hand briefly moves to flick the images towards her, most of them sketchy at best, taken from security cameras and the like, offering barely a glimpse of the individuals in them, though indeed some defining features are clear. One is a very bald-headed vampire with a multitude of tattoos, another a dark haired, blue eyed witch, the third photo is very evidently a wolf coloured in grey and black with some sort of marking on it's side, the fourth a very scruffy, gangly looking young man in the company of green-eyed panther. Azrael simply waited, watching her features carefully for any indication she knew any of the beings in the pictures, waiting for the barest reaction to seize upon.

"Helping me really will make me that much less inclined to kill you, just saying."

His lip lifted once more, quite the beautiful smile for a man so very deadly.



Alekai Azrael Evero
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