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
feel the fire where she walks
Posted on July 01, 2014 by stella vega
It was never typical for Stella to be out and amongst the masses during the daylight hours - more so because of the fact that she would be incinerated upon first light - but partially because she has always loved the life of night. She had been watching this out-of-towner for a few days now, inconspicuously following him to different locations during the night before he returned back to his hotel. And so when something appeared to be amiss with the man, as he was being taken from the city, she could not help but continue with her hushed investigation. She had witnessed his face before, knew he was a vampire from the moment she layed eyes on him, and she had to find out why he had come to the city. So it was only natural that she pursued him to ensure that she got her twenty questions in before he was left to torture.
But they were fools, all of them, relying solely on the ideal that all vampires perished in the sun - not a single one carrying a silvered weapon that could end this man's life if their plot should fail. She could only shake her head in dismay as she watched from afar, donning a black hooded jacket and dark washed skinnies. She had known what the blonde stranger was capable of, it only made her stalking easier when the light of day dawned upon them, she mimicked his ability easily and yet still kept herself safely shaded by her hood and sunshades. She was never one to play with this type of fate all too foolishly.
He had been capable of defending himself, what vampire wouldn't be able to against a pack of dimwits like this, and the feminine shriek from just beyond brought the amber eyed woman's attention from the shirtless hunk to a girl barely able to keep on her own two feet. He appears to be interested in her, his head tilting slightly to the side as he realizes she is not fleeing like the rest of them, and extends his arms outward in full display. Stella watches silently, patiently as he moves around her, leaning in to whisper something deadly into her ear. Her eyes roll momentarily as she moves from her lookout and through the sunlit patches of the forest, removing her shades as she is near enough to them both to be identified. "Don't worry, sweetie. It's all just a front.." Her eyes shift in a narrowed manner toward the man, challenging him silently before looking back to the quaking figure of the other woman.
An appealing smile is conjured up to relax her nerves as she studies her, looking for any change in her demeanor that may signal further distress or perhaps a change to calmed nerves for the better. "Now, as for you.." The pale brunette turns back to the man now, her tone strong and demanding. "What is your name and why have you come to the city?" She is bold in her questioning but she rarely fears any other being. She is simply blunt, straight to the point, a go-getter. And she will always get what she goes after.