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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on February 09, 2020 by Raven Cain
How could she be a very good familiar if she never caught the man watching her witch in the first place? Whatever small ounce of pride Raven had, it was enough to keep her from admitting that the man had the talent or skill to be so perfectly capable of being undetected. It was nice that Serafina wasn't scolding her for her failure. She appreciated that greatly. Although, why would Serafina get after her in the first place? After all, Azrael was a Dark Hunter and he didn't even catch the man either. Quietly she bickered to herself internally as they left the man in the alleyway. From now on she would be mindful and be more cautious than usual. As they made their way towards the hotel she would look behind them every now and then, just in case there was someone else following them. That was the very last thing they needed right now. Reaching the hotel she obediently followed Serafina eyeing the woman at the front desk, just case she was going to inquire why they were here. This was the first time she had stepped in this particular hotel. Her eyes would roam around finding the hair on the back of her neck stand up, feeling quite uncomfortable. Being in a building like this, she just knew that she didn't belong being in here. As they made it to the particular room for their hotel key, she stopped and stared at Serafina and then back at the door, watching as the LED flashed green.
As Serafina walked into the room she quietly followed after her warily looking around. With a nod she moved away from her witch walking around the table sitting on its side, and the broken lamp, heading towards the other side of the hotel suite. The movement of the curtains fluttering from the open window caught her attention, and he walked towards it frowning. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she noticed drips of blood on the window sill. Slowly she stuck her head out looking around. There was no fire escape nearby so it wasn't like someone was able to climb up our climb out of the window. If anything it would be a very troublesome landing to jump all the way up from where they were. Frowning she took a step backward and away from the window noticing how the trail of blood led over to where Serafina was. As she moved around she noticed a dark green jacket with more blood on it, thrown in the corner of the room. At the bedside table next to the radio clock, she noticed what looked like a ripped up piece of paper, the text looking unfamiliar. Picking it up she heard her witch calling out to her. Heading in her direction she found Serafina standing in the bathroom with the dead figure of the man on the floor. Blue-grey eyes widened in shock as she took a slow approach looking wildly around. The bathroom mirror was shattered with traces of blood in the broken shards. Tilting her head to the side she noticed the blood from that area dripped back outside the bathroom door, most likely the same blood that was over on the window sill. Holding up the paper she handed it over to Serafina.
Leaning over the dead man she took a few whiffs, noticing that the scent of the man was indeed human. Her eyes would narrow though as she stared at the bowie knife. Reaching out towards the knife she noticed she didn't feel that familiar burn when she was near silver. Moving her hand away from the knife she took a few steps back and took another look around the bathroom. The black clothing didn't show anything that would make her find it familiar, black clothing was quite common...everywhere. Looking over at Serafina she shrugged her shoulders quite uncertain with this whole thing. The answer to their questions was supposed to be here in this hotel. If anything they should be trapping a person and integrating them. Speaking softly she placed her hands within the pocket of her hoodie.