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
my own form of CHAOS
Posted on March 07, 2019 by Damon Marcello
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She told him she would probably relax more if he quit threatening and he couldn't help but chuckle. "What, and have you miss out on all my charm?" He gave her a teasing wink, before filling her in on just how common witches and the surpernatural are around here. She seemed surprised, asking if there were others and he rolled his eyes. "Of course. Like cockroaches. You'll soon be just as tired of them as I am." He smirked. "Except you, of course." He didn't really mind having her around so much. Maybe it was just because she hadn't known what she even was all of twenty minutes ago. She didn't have all the arrogance and downright irritation that other witches usually carry around on them like their favorite perfume or something. She got pretty intense while she was casting her magic, helping him in severing the warlock's memories. It was pretty attractive. She was going to have plenty of suitors once she came into that power and got the confidence to go with it, Damon was sure of it. It made him feel benevolent for telling her what she was. All this was because of him. See? He could be selfless. When the man slumped over, he watched Kathryn's eyes widen in surprise. He explained that the man wasn't dead and she seemed relieved before asking if he would remember anything. Damon could only shrug. "It's hard to tell. We won't know anything till he wakes up. The magic works differently every time." Of course, it mostly does what he tells it to do...most of the time. When he picked up the warlock and asked if she was coming, she hesitated and for a moment, he wondered if this was where they go their separate ways. He was surprised to feel disappointment in that respect, his brow lifting in question toward her before she asked where they were going. He picked up on the "we" and his lips curled into a smirk. "You pick. Where's a good place to dump people?" She finally threw up her arms and said she was coming, his eyes twinkling with amusement as she said she thought he liked hanging out with her. His smirk widened a little before he shrugged. "So sue me." With that as his answer, he followed her out the door, not caring about the people walking by under the streetlights. He just sighed and readjusted the body on his shoulder as he kept walking. "So, what do you remember? Just a normal childhood and normal growing up with no powers? Are there blank spots or does it all mesh together pretty smoothly?" He lifted a brow in question, curious of how powerful the spell was that wiped her memories of being a witch. |