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
LET THE DARKNESS TAKE YOU.
Posted on January 24, 2017 by REGAN IZUMI
Sometimes you look into the eyes of someone you've never met and you feel an instant sort of connection. As if a part of your soul and theirs were once linked and parted ways long before you ever met. Looking into the crystal clear eyes of her opponent Regan smiles. It lights up her youthful face giving her the appearance of youth and innocence, save for her eyes which darken and glow with barely restrained violence. They have this wildness in common. That and the need to spill blood while reveling in the music of pain and rage.
Their similarities pretty much ended there. Regan was small and lithe while he was a behemoth. She was dark and he was fair. She was woman and he was man. However, none of these things had ever stopped Regan before she ended their life. He would be no different. Regan didn't make exceptions and the look of confidence bordering on cocky challenge in his eyes stirs the beast inside her to life. He smiles and Regan's top lip curls in a tigers imitation of a smile. This should be fun.
The glint of the overhead light catches the sharpened edge of his axe and an unarmed Regan glides into motion. Her every step a dance in fluidity and her loose muscles gave nothing away. Closer and closer she closes in, until she ducks low, avoiding the reach of his swing and delivering a solid blow to his kidney before she is once again out of reach. She wanted this to be a good fight and he wasn't going to go all in until she proved he needed to.
Regan had no problem with that. Almost faster then he could see, certainly faster than he could react she glided once more beneath his guard and delivered a few more body shots with considerable force. None of these were particularly meant to harm him...simply get him in the right mind set. He would need to be on his guard to fight her and fight like his life depended on it. For it did in truth. If he couldn't prove he was worth the exertion, Regan would simply kill the bastard and move on. The time for games had ended and their battle had only just begun. Clearing to her side of the makeshift ring, Regan crooked a finger at him. The universal gesture of 'bring it'. For both their sake's, she hoped he would.
"Thinks like this"