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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Coming back to this warehouse may not have been her best idea, but at the very least she wasn't here alone. Just entering the warehouse sent shivers up her spine. Leading Mira down the ramp where all the supernatural creatures were kept up in cages, they walked in on the two red-headed twin vampires attempting to put the Impala in a cage. As Mira moved forward to attack one of the vampires, Raven stayed behind keeping an eye on the other one, and it was a good thing she did because he was coming straight for her partner. Grabbing the shadows she forced them to enclose on the other she-wolf, giving the girl some protection. As the vampire lunged for Mira, Raven's eyes narrowed as she locked on her target, grabbing a hold of him with her telekinesis and slamming him into the wall. It didn't seem to faze him, because he managed to come down the wall with a whip in his hand, laughing coldly. Keeping away from his whip she would take a few steps back, dodging it as best she could. Turning around she noticed a few empty cages. Taking another look at her vampire she searched in his head what he feared most and to her luck, she knew Mira could help. Dodging out of Mira's way she could feel an increase in heat coming up behind her. Making it close to Mira she turned around to see that she had her lava heading over towards the vampire with the whip.
As the man screamed at Mira with his threat Raven looked over at him and then the pile of ash that was formerly his twin. Growling softly she shook her head. The vampire didn't deserve a very quick death. Not with the pain and suffering he gave to countless others. Turning away from Mira she walked over towards the cage where the Impala was roughly shoved in. Glaring at the lock on the door she unlocked it allowing the Impala to stumble and get out. With the cage now opened she looked over at Mira and then back at the vampire. Narrowing her eyes she kept her focus on the vampire lifting him up in the air and leading him over towards the opened cage. Throwing him into the cage she slammed the door shut. Looking around for something heavy she lifted up one of the crate boxes and slammed it into the front door of the cage to try and break the lock so he couldn't get out. Keeping an eye on the red-headed vampire she gently pressed her voice to Mira, giving her simple instructions.