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

i like songs but i hate boy bands


Posted on September 15, 2014 by Alekai
West
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Getting into Syn had hardly proven difficult, the WerePanther woman having been good to her word in that regard. Getting out however was proving entirely more.....challenging. The lithe blonde man moved to lean further back and into the shadows of the hallways, his victims body left to be found within the one of the man back rooms this vile place seemed to possess, the stench of cat nearly as potent as that of the undead themselves, the very thought of the sheer amount of vampires crawling within this place making the Hunter's skin crawl. He moved to roll his bare shoulders in some effort to alleviate the feeling, flicking the cowl of his ever-present sleeveless hoody up and over his head once more, hiding that wealth of white gold hair that so easily identified him for who he was. He moved to lean forward slightly, rolling readily onto the balls of his feet with silent ease, golden amber eyes peering into the gloom that lay ahead, the sound of music almost deafening and the continued flashing lights far more than a mere eyesore. How anyone or anything existed within this place h hardly knew- why he even bothered to protect the ridiculous humans that so willingly walked into this hornets' nest remained to be seen. If they were stupid enough to offer themselves to vampires then he is entirely sure they are stupid enough to die. Yet his...conscious perhaps, or what remains of it seems entirely unwilling to let the human race die so willingly. Then again, perhaps it is simply his hate for vampires to drives the ferocity of his assault, the body within the back room his fourth for tonight alone, his scouting mission having turned into the latest version of Assassins Creed.

A momentary smirk traced his youthful features at the thought, flicking away his hidden blades for now, hands tucking unobtrusively into his pockets as he moved to step forward. It was a gamble, truly, the man hoping that most of the vampires here would be entirely to drunk to sense his presence as he sensed them. After all, most species could identify a Hunter on sight, just as he identified them and yet so distracted by booze and blood the man doubted anyone save the rare sober individual was going to pay attention to him and he planned to be gone before they had a chance to cause a fuss. Capable he may be, most Hunters rarely living to reach his age, yet even Azrael is unwilling to take on a hundred or so vampires at once. It would be easier, for now at least, to simply find the way out. Had he actually known where the door was he would have been entirely inclined to use his speed, no creature upon this earth ever having yet managed to outrun him, his speed the greatest of his gifts and yet without any true knowledge of just where the nearest exit was the man is hardly willing to charge blindly into the fray.

He pauses only a single moment more, senses extended, searching for either of Syn's guardians, the leopard Tobias or his supposed Alpha, prisoners they may be, but beneath a vampire's control Az is entirely content to be wary of them, holding little pity for creatures he believes deserving of servitude at best. Assured that the Were's do not linger anywhere nearby the tall young man moves to slide deeper into the crowd, attempting to pass as swiftly and silently as he can without allowing anyone within the crowd to spot him entirely. One or two vampires were an easy fight, ten, fifteen of fifty....was not. The door in this wretched place however, was proving elusive, the leather-clad Hunter forced to reassess once more, his new position bringing him dangerously close to a chain-clad fellow with a Bloody Mary, eyes rolling at the mere irony of it as he lent briefly beside the vampire- having resigned himself to taking a momentary risk in the hopes the damn leech wasn't going to start screaming hysterically at his mere presence. It would be a shame to have to murder another one....and with so many watching to.

"You, blond boy. Where's the door in this goddamned place? And don't you even think about pointing me out to anyone here, you alert anyone and I'll impale you on this bar. Now. Where's the exit?"

Alekai Azrael Evero
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