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

better than pretending to know what's wrong


Posted on November 14, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
West
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


Behind those glacier blue eyes is a torrent of emotions. The blue eyed witch had spent most of her life believing one thing and now something else, something she thought did not even exist: magic. The brunette had always known perhaps that she was different than the rest. Besides from the obvious fact that she was being raised by her grandparents, that the dark haired young woman had never met her father because he died only hours after she had been born. The fact that the brunette's mother had walked out on her and never came back. That Kathryn had moved from the small country side to the big city with never a reason why, just that her grandad would do better marketing in the city. So the sable haired witch with those startling blue eyes had wen along with everything, too young to know better, too trusting to question. She never even thought there could be another reason for moving to the city besides the reason her grandparents always had told her, and the sable haired girl had certainly never considered that she had been the reason for the move. But to go from having powers to not, it seemed strange and for the briefest of moments a rush of questions pass silently over that feminine face of hers before the sable haired witch refocuses on the task at hand.

She look to Damon with those blue eyes, her sable hair twitching every once in a while as the remaining breeze in the room touches her affectionately, as if to remind her it was there when she would need it. A passive smiles comes to her face as he leans in to let a purr roll into her ear. "If you didn't have a heart you would have killed this guy by now," she says, letting her blue gaze fall to Damon, something within her eyes saying she knew perhaps what may rest inside him, no matter what he may try to make her think otherwise. But in response to his next word's the young woman grows stoic once more. "I justâ€"" she says, a frown twitching at the corners of her lips. Icy blue eyes close beneath those long dark lashes. "I have always been taught that killing is wrong, regardless," the young witch says, glacial eyes glancing only briefly at the warlock before her voice lowers ever more. "Especially if they are mentally ill," the witch with those chocolate colored tresses whispers to Damon in that feminine voice of hers, those dazzling blue eyes narrow slightly at the vampire.

"Let me try to remember on my own first," she says, those blue eyes remaining on the vampire, though a hint of humor now sparkles in their depths. "Ill let you know if I need assistance, though i don't know how I feel about the idea of you digging around in my brain," she says as an added afterthought.

As Damon states that he doesn't want anyone to get hurt, those blue turn slightly soft and she reaches out and gently touches his arm, as a silent promise it would be okay, at least she hoped so. She tries to concentrate then at the task at hand, those silver blue eyes going frosty with concentration. "I'm trying," she says to him in that feminine voice of hers, a frown marring her features. She takes a deep breath, glacial blue eyes closing a moment so she is able to focus all of her energy on the task at hand. What did Damon expect of the brunette witch? She had only learned of her powers a few moments ago. And yet...Kathryn knew she has had them this entire time, she didn't know how she knew, she just did. Those blue eyes open once again and she focuses all her energy on the man. The sable haired witch creates a breeze that blows directly on the man's face, no where else, but you can see his hair whip backward, even the skin move as if a strong leaf blower were right in front of him. If this didn't work, she wouldn't know what would.

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