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
Where you invest your love, you invest your life;
Posted on January 23, 2017 by DAREIOS
It's easy for the vampire to remember what Sorcha was like when the first met. In the grand scheme of his lengthy timeline, it wasn't all that long ago. Dareios remembers being intrigued by the witch's bright stare and her generally eager nature. She was so determined to make something of herself. Perhaps it was her spirit that drew him to her. She was a hard worker, passionate about her craft and intent on forging her path alone without the assistance of others. He could respect that. If Dareios was being honest, Sorcha reminded him a bit of the old days. He and his brother used to be as strapping and determined as she, even when they were still human. They were so determined to get off the farm and into the city, where the brightest of the brightest were bringing their world into a new century with mechanical innovations the globe had never seen before. Dareios was so hungry to be a part of it. So he became a part of it. Life had changed so much since then. They used to marvel at the ability to flick a switch and turn on a light bulb. Now he could ask his cellular phone a question of any given merit, and it would respond to him to the best of its abilities. My, how the world had changed. But as he looked at Sorcha now, while she described her shop with great pride, Dareios realized that in some ways, the world hadn't changed at all. Dareios flashed the witch a modest smile as she complimented him and his more civic achievements. When she mentions something about others of his kind his smile falls a bit flat, and he allows the conversation to shift to other topics. Dareios didn't keep company of his own kind so much these days. When he was a younger vampire, he certainly did. He and his brother had a long reign of misbehavior. They enslaved humans for their mere amusement. They raped and fed and killed and pillaged. It was a time of his life he didn't like to revisit very often. But it was important. It had taken many years to develop the self control he possessed now. "I'd love to come see it sometime." Dareios said as they finally reached the station, taking slow and easy steps up the stairs as they moved toward the platform. "Sorcha, I'm truly happy for you. If anyone deserves this, it's you." He says with a crooked smile, pausing briefly at the top of the stairwell to allow his stare to linger on her. Aside from a homeless man sleeping under a shabby bed of newspapers, they were the only two on the platform at this time of night. The westside stations weren't very popular, but the platform was more desolate than usual. Dareios led Sorcha to the coffee stand in the corner, ordering two large cups and paying for them both, before turning swiftly to hand one to her. He leads them toward an unoccupied bench where they could wait for their train, which was now several minutes late already. On their stroll over, Dareios stops briefly to bend over and place his steaming hot cup of coffee on the ground adjacent to the man sleeping under the newspapers. He then folds onto the cold bench with a low exhale. Dareios hadn't spoke in some time, letting Sorcha's proposal fill the air and hang deftly there while he considered it. Finally, the vampire cocks his head to one side so he can see her as they sit side-by-side on the bench, and he moves one cold hand to press gently against her knee. "It sounds like you don't need me anymore. And that's OK. I think you should give your shop a real chance." He said with a toothy smile. Dareios pulls his hand away, and instead allows his arm to fold over the back of the bench. "Besides, I'd rather get to know you more on a personal level anyway. Maybe I could take you out for dinner sometime?" Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |
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- do not waver; the dark approaches - By sorcha on February 22, 2017 at 4:37 PM