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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on August 06, 2014 by Damon
West


I haven't been to Syn in some time so maybe it's time I get out more and see what there is to see. I hear Risque's not around as much. Probably busy being a business owner. That's why I don't like settling down and getting involved in ownership and such. I'd rather be free to pick up and leave whenever I want without any loose ends. Of course, that was before the WereFox came into my life. I don't even know her name and she still keeps haunting my thoughts. And yet I haven't seen her in quite some time. I have to find some way to amuse myself so I decide to go out tonight.

I throw on a loose black tshirt and faded jeans with tears at the knees. Throwing on some black converses and ruffling my hair, I head out. I decide to walk since it's a nice warm evening. The sun beams off my back as I start absorbing it. I'm still getting used to my new powers but I like the fact that I don't have to be afraid of the sun anymore. I can absorb the energy from it so it doesn't turn my skin to ash. It's nice to be able to go out during the day again, though not enough to totally disclaim my right to the dark. I head down the street. It's kind of quiet tonight, what a shame. I was almost hoping for a snack but I guess I might find some at Syn. It's more known for dark private corners to hide in and such.

I walk through the door and flash my fangs so the door man throws a bracelet on my wrist, knowing that I'm probably old enough to drink and even if I'm not, I will be soon enough. Once you're undead, IDs and such are pretty much invalid. I head toward the bar but a new face at a table nursing a Tequila Sunrise catches my eye. She doesn't smell like a vampire but that midnight blue dress hugs her body just right and I'm curious of the intricate tattoo on her leg. I grab my Whiskey from the bartender and turn to head to her table but she's no longer there. Surprised, I glance around for her and end up finding her dancing in the middle of the dance floor. I stand at the bar for a minute, admiring the graceful way she moves. She may not be undead but she sure knows how to move her body.

Setting my empty glass down, I head onto the dance floor, weaving through the crowd with ease until I'm somewhere behind her but not close enough to touch. I whisper just loud enough for her to hear.

"You're new in town and you pick this place to come to? I think you need to rethink your tour guide."


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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