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

I keep my eyes wide open


Posted on July 26, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
West
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


Kathryn is well aware, and has been from a young age, that most children were not raised by their grandparents such as she was. While she called for her Grams and her Grandaddy, most people asked for mom and dad. The witch didn't wish her life to be any different either. She knew about her dad, she had seen pictures and her grandparents, despite him not being their son, they had always been fond of him, reminiscing on how excited he had been for Kathryn to arrive, but unfortunate events had taken him away from Kat before she had even been able to remember him, her father only held her once, right after she had been born, right before he passed away, his baby girl in his arms.

Now, Kathryn's mother had been an entirely different story. The witch's mother was alive and well. She had been in Kathryn's life for first two years, but the dark haired girl with piercing china-blue eyes, she cannot recall any time interacting with her mother. She left, to hurt to look upon the daughter of the man she loved and see him in the way her daughter smiled, the way she would tilt her head before she asked a question and poke her bottom lip out when she was angry or upset. Kathryn's mom became no more than a ghost of her life, a ghost that she saw in pictures in her parent's, Kathryn's grandparents' house, a ghost that gave her cards on her birthday and Christmas with nothing more than a note at the bottom that said 'Love, Mom.'

For all Kathryn was concerned, she could remain a ghost. She didn't need her, never had and she never will.

This warlock, magician, magic guy, whatever he was, crazy person in general, he was starting to wear on Kathryn's nerves. Her icy blue eyes were alight with annoyance and defensiveness. At Damon's words, a smirk made its way onto the witch's face, as a single laugh pushed its way across skin tone lips as he leans forward, his own eyes searching her face. "Well, I didn't even know vampires existed until today so really I don't care who has a baby and who doesn't," she says offhandedly. What was it Kathryn's business if Damon and his (obviously, crazy for being Damon's future wife) fiancé got up to in their free time. Frankly, she didn't want to know. But what did burn under the young witch's skin was the killing of someone who was innocent, a child, a baby none the less. Killing anyone really sent Kathryn nearly over the edge with anger. A smirk hits the vampire's own face before he turns back to the warlock, Kathryn mirroring his own body and doing the same. Guess they were a team now, despite any protests she may have otherwise on the subject.

Anger and frustration boils under her skin for both the murderous warlock and the psychopathic vampire. Her teeth grit behind her lips as he talks to her as if she were nothing more than a child. And that smirked, Kathryn wanted to smack it off his face, she takes a breath before she responds, lest she should use her temper, she didn't know what her powers could do. Their untapped potential was frightening to the girl with the dark hair and bright blue eyes. "I am being stubborn because you do not break promises," she says, eyes never leaving his own, unafraid of the vampire despite knowing exactly what he could do to her. "There has to be another way..." she says, thoughts trailing off because she had no clear cut plan. She didn't pity the man, but she didn't want to watch him die either.

Kathryn holds her hands over her ears, unaccustomed to such sounds of torture and agony. His accusations towards her nearly makes her smirk before she comes to her senses and flatness the lines of her face. "What exactly are you doing to him?" She asks, hesitant, yet curious. It sounded so painful and terrible, what could possibly be happening?

It sounded ridiculous. Kathryn a witch. But, then again, she hadn't thought vampires, warlocks, and superpowers were even something that could remotely be possible, yet here she was with a homicidal vampire and a certifiably insane warlock.

You could say it has been quite the day.

She is staring wide-eye at Damon, unsure of just how to process this newly acquired information. There is doubt seeping into her bones, she can feel it wanting to take over, but at the same time, her heart beats a little quicker with excitement at the prospect of magic. Still, despite having seen all the magic before and around her tonight, she still is not entirely sure of the situation. Though the fact that she is a witch is only confirmed by the smirk that hits Damon's lips and what he says next. "Well no," she responds, fighting a smile on her own face. "I guess not, but I only just found out about this witchy vampire stuff today, I didn't know that I was a part of it too now," she says almost exasperated, suddenly tired thinking of the weight of this information.

Kathryn nearly feels the saliva flying from the warlock's mouth out of spite and anger. Those sky blue eyes, once brightened in curiosity grow as cold as the glacial ice drifting through the arctic circle. "You do not have a right to speak about people being monsters, you want to kill a baby, that is disgusting," she says, cringing, eyes watch the man as if she were merely gazing upon a spider, trying to decide whether or not to squash him with a shoe.

Finally, she turns the iced over eyes from the sickening man to the psychopathic vampire. A look of determination stretching over her face, in everything from the way she sets her jaw, to the depth of her eyes, even her lips seem to be perched: ready. "What can I do to protect your baby, Damon?" She asks, voice surprisingly steady for someone who has only just found out about the supernatural world. "I want to help." And so she takes the leap, a witch teaming up with a vampire.

Surely, this couldn't end well.

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