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

SOLO I FORTI VIVO


Posted on July 14, 2014 by Caprice de Ricci
West
SOLO I FORTI VIVO
only the strong live

There was no doubt within her mind that they would be watching her warily, wondering if the delicious damsel was looking for prey and if so, who. Of course none stopped to simply ask her what she was doing here and even more rude, no one dared to even offer a drink. Tough crowd. Hazels flick around the crowd, sweat easily seen fermenting above the many hot bodies as they dance. Caprice tilts her head, eyes darting from an obviously intoxicating girl to a dashing fellow in the corner. She stares for a moment, eyes meeting pools of brown before,

"That's a lovely dress,"

Head turns, those light eyes fixing upon a red head. Mind opens up, sliding through the other girl's consciousness slowly until finally, Caprice mirrors the girl's smile. This female meant the compliment. "Where'd you get it?" Did it matter? Casually, Caprice lowers her gaze to the cheap fabric, slender olive toned hands sliding along the sparkling dress slowly. This was conversation, her dress. How boring. For some reason the girl had come over here, making an effort to please the Huntress and to make conversation. The fact that she commented on her dress was a dead giveaway. Her skin begins to tingle, hairs standing on end as she soon realizes this is no mortal being. Caprice turns to her once more, lifting her shot glass and downing it easily. The liquid burn her throat but it soothes her. Eyes slide up and down the girl's form, mind daring to slide into her even deeper. Fear. She could practically feel it radiating beneath the waves of the girl's exterior.

Caprice sighs, " So you're my babysitter this evening, are ya? I much preferred the dark haired man from last time." She states plainly, her alto tones calm and smooth as her thick Italian accent slides through. This wasn't the first time they had sent someone to watch her in case she decided to attack innocent supernaturals. You'd think they would get the picture from her last roundabout with that dashing male. She was not a murderous hunter like the rest of them. She killed those who deserved to be killed which went against everything she had ever been taught. They are all evil, she had been told, and yet even though her skin was on fire and her hand was so very close to her holy dagger she simply offers a smile to the girl.

"Do I get to know your name this time? " Although her encounter with the male had been...extraordinary....she had never gained the knowledge of his name. Slender hand reaches forward, fingers caressing the red hair in a daring move before she pulls away with a short laugh. " I'm not going to kill you, bella ragazza." Another drink is given to her and she shoots it, the alcohol practically having no effect. " You aren't on my list."

" speaking."
Caprice de Ricci
DARK HUNTER
female . single . twenty-four .

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