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
;; the fantasy on your mind
Posted on July 08, 2014 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON
Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
The warehouse was certainly unlike any other he had been in within the city limits. The space was expansive, perhaps twice the size of the Voodoo room he'd taken to frequent. The crowds here were different, far easier as far as prey went. It was that simple fact that brought Sebastian here - he wanted something easy tonight, something with no strings attached. The vampire liked his vices and this was one he was willing to indulge in. He had settled quite naturally at the bar, his first scotch placed in the tumbler in front of him. The alcohol held no sway over the vampire, his senses either too nonexistent to be swayed or too far beyond humanity. Either way, the appeal of the beverage had certainly lost it's touch over the years, causing him to nurse his drinks while he hunted for his true 'narcotic' of choice. His crystalline eyes traced over the crowd in front of him, skipping from one individual to the next. He had a true plethora of options in front of him, each one more appealing then the next.
He had been inquisitively eying a young woman settled by herself at one of the ebony lounges just a little further down when a young woman saw fit to step up next to him, leaning over the bar as she ordered herself several shots. For a moment, Sebastian merely sat there, silently observing the reaction of other men around him. Clearly she had some power of attraction, seeming to cause the eyes of his gender to gravitate towards her in an almost ethereal form. The realization caused his head to tilt, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he eyed her thought his stare was hardly the same as others. His needs, his wants were different, moving beyond the simple lust of flesh to something far more animalistic in nature - that of blood. For a vague moment, he wandered what she'd taste like, if he slid his tongue over her flesh, if his fangs pierced her porcelain skin. Would she make the same small noise that the liquor coaxed out of her? The notion was enough to cause a dark look to flash through his clear blue eyes, his affinity immediately flaring to twist his own body chemistry. He'd let his pheromones coax her closer. If the kitten wanted to play - Sebastian was fully capable of winning this game.
"Careful there, sweet heart." He commented softly, his english accent slipping through his voice. Despite his words, his tone was hardly chastising - quite the opposite in fact. The more she spent indulging in liquor, the easier it would be to coax her back to his hotel room or to worm his way into her flat. He didn't mind drunk sex - just as he didn't mind intoxicated blood. It had a distinct flavor all of it's own and that was enough to bring him quite the high. "Besides, you'd have better luck getting free drinks out of many here but the bartender." Rumor had it the vampire that ran this establishment quite detested free beverages. Frankly - she was quite in luck because Sebastian hardly minded spending the money.
