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 BELIEVE IN SOMETHING AGAIN


Posted on July 14, 2014 by WILLIAM
West




LIVE UNTIL WE DIE
TURN MY SOUL INTO A RAGING FIRE

The accent, the boldness of the waitress, all of it caught his attention. However, his interest was fleeting with only a quick raise of his brow and an amused flicker of his lips. He didn't bother to question her but instead let her go on her way. He was in no mood to play with his food. She would just have to wait until later to see him again.


His attention was pulled away from the waitress to the golden girl in front of him. Her words were gentle, as was her gaze. This didn't seem to soften William though. His icy stare flickered briefly over her, focusing on the key points of her. The blonde hair, the hazel eyes, and the pale porcelain skin. He watched as her lips formed the words. A toothy smile formed on his lips, a charming invitation he had used for countless mortals. He doubted it would have much affect on the girl in front of him. Not at all, please m'lady, have a seat His own British accent was warm and inviting. One would have thought that after all these centuries he would have adopted a new accent but really, what was the point? He had found that some woman were even more drawn to him when he spoke. It made his spider's web even sticker for his prey.

The woman apologized for her interruption, commenting on his interest in the waitress. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit, his head shaking just slightly. She may thank you for the interruption some day.He glanced towards the direction that the waitress had taken off to to see if perhaps she was watching them. She was no where in sight though and William could only assume she had run off some place.

As she repeated the question that the waitress had boldly asked him he couldn't help but let his smile grow. "A clever trick, my dear. He leaned over the table a bit more, his gaze still fixed on those pretty eyes of hers. "But if you must know, I am here to find a drink, just not one that the bar can offer me, but instead of lingering in the alley like some starving tom cat I prefer to browse the fresh selection from the inside. His gaze swept across the crowd around them then before resting on the girl once more.

"I am William by the way, I don't believe I caught your name" He would not let this pretty face go away without at least a name.




516 YEARS| VAMPIRE | TELEPATHY WITH EYE CONTACT

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